One: I was kinda hoping to get a little time to watch Donnie Darko this weekend. Feels like it’s about that time of year.

Two: I’m head over heels… for turkey!

And with that, I bid you a fond holiday, and wish the best for youse and yaws.

Have a great weekend!

But, that’s the good news

Ya know what’s awesome? I’ve written a couple hundred entries since March or so, about bikes and family and politics and media and stoner rock and all sortsa things. So what sort of search term would you think people follow to this blog more than any other? Xtracycle? Nigel? Karate + Donkey + Coffee? One of Carlin’s seven words?

How about this: “fucking poncho”.

Sweet, I’ll take it.

I’m buried at work, will be chopping away at 2 projects right up until dark on Wednesday. I’d normally be pretty excited about a 3-day week, but it’s gonna be a sprint all the way through. That’s getting in the way of posting, but it can’t be helped.

My house is filling fast. This weekend was Ruby’s Fourth Birthday Party, the theme was Princesses and Robots, and there were about 45 people enjoying festivities yesterday. It was both a big huge fun blast and a good dress rehearsal for Thursday, when we’ll attempt to entertain 18ish family members and whatever friends decide to drop by. It’ll be less people, but they’ll have higher culinary standards and entertainment requirements than a pack of feral toddlers.

There’s a lot going on, many pics to share, and I’d love to sit with you over a cup of coffee in front of a fire as the frost collects on the window panes, but that ain’t happenin’ this week. It’s as if this blog’s oxygen couldn’t get around the big, meaty bolus of work and family lodged in the throat of our connection to each other, the lung of… shit runnin’ out of metaphoric components here, what’s left? The lung… of your… ummmmm…

Aw fuckit. I’ve been super busy, I’m still super busy. I hope to be less busy soon, and to share with you items of interest. But how can I make up for lost time? What can I leave with you as I struggle with the To Do lists? Oo I know!

Fire in the disco!

Throw a little whiskey and Irish cream in your coffee, eat a bunch, have a great holiday and remember: wait until everyone’s at the table before you tell the family you’re gay. It’s just good Thanksgiving etiquette.

Cheers!

Chicken tractor, via BoingBoing.

Fall’s in full swing, what last week was a tentative move by the local foliage to lose the green has turned into a frenzy of yellows and reds. Leaves collect on the sides of these brick alleys like snow drifts, the canopies of the trees give the whole scene a circus-tent feel. There were a couple mornings where we dipped below 40, but last night at 6:30 p.m., I had to strip down to a t-shirt halfway home from work because the hoody was just too hot. God, I just love this time of year.

This morning was warm with a light breeze, the whole family rode to drop Ruby off at school. Rebbie and Ruby took Nigel, a rare chance to enjoy his grace and speed. I chauffeured Huckleberry on Sylvie, dignified and luxurious. The scenery was gorgeous, the ride delightful. I left the kids with Rebbie and switched bikes with her before heading to work. Both kids gave me a hug and kiss goodbye, which is always a treat, and then while Huck was waving to me, he said perfectly clearly: “BAI! DAH! DEE!” The 3-syllable achievement was pretty special, but the sweetness of it just left my heart in a pool. Truly blessed, I am.

Now, you may be wondering what I could possibly post for your musical enjoyment that could top Red Fang, located immediately below. The truth is, I can’t. At least not this week. It has filled my head and my heart, walloped me with the aural equivalent of wet bags of cement, and done melted my face off. I can’t start thinking about what other tunes to post without drifting into a Red Fang hook, bouncing my knee, rocking fore and aft, and finally banging my head all over the place.

So I’m just going to link to the post below. You should turn it way up, shotgun a 12oz can of beer, and think about how even chainmail can’t protect your emotions. And with that said…

Hey! Gandalf! Nice dress.

I will try and free my inner sound system from Red Fang by next week. Have a great weekend.

You’re a bunch of fucked assholes, and the only thing we have to talk about is how fucked you are, and what kind of really fucked asshole you have to be, to deny people in committed same-sex relationships the same right my wife and I have to be a family in the eyes of the law. Fuck you. I mean, really, until you split into the 2 or 3 states you should’ve been, until Northern California can throw off the yoke of Orange County, fuck you you fucking assholes.

I cannot adequately put into words how disappointed I am in you.

There’s a lot of big news today, lots to talk about, lots to catch up on. We’ll talk about bikes and elections and all that shit later, Stevil has provided us with the most astonishing thing ever to grace the InterToobz, and it needs its own space.

Note to every rock band there’s ever been or will be: you can stop now, game’s over. Red Fang wins.