Thanks has been given. Turkey and pumpkin pie consumed. Homemade gravy was created. Thanksgiving had no ‘magic’ this year, possibly due to the fact that I didn’t go to visit anyone, or see anyone that I don’t ordinarily see. But who cares. I had leftovers yesterday… the whole works. Even had some leftover pumpkin pie with whipped cream! So, I’ll deal.

NDR (of NDRDS) came into town and revealed he’s a secret blog reader of mine. No longer! I shall now aim 90% of my comments at him! haha! No, there will be no difference. Just one more person reading. Thanks for stoppin’ by while you could, ‘cholas.

I did recently find out my friend Chris from Chicago is getting married, and my old roommate Jason’s baby is due up in a couple of days, named Eliza Mae. What a cute name. (Don’t hit me… it is!)

I’ll tell you what I’m thankful for… I’m thankful that old man winter waited until I had a 4 day weekend before slapping me in the face with this bullshit. That way I’ll have a little time to adjust. Yesterday it shit all over Cleveland for 24 hours. It was raining at first, and bitter cold. Then, in the evening, it turned to snow. It managed to stick, and of course that made the roads wonderfully slick. I didn’t feel one ounce of sunlight on my body yesterday. It was all furnace heat and artificial light for me.

We finished mixing John’s Moog song last night, after I returned from NDR’s house, where I imbibed upon some delicious brews. **This just in, some guy whistling some faggoty Goo Goo Dolls song nearby.** The Moog tune came out pretty nice, even though we ripped through mixing it. Today I’m putting it on a CD with some other pieces he’s written, so that he can get into grad school. If he leaves town, and I was aiding the process, I’ll hunt his ass down… and then… make him… write me songs. Yeah.

**This just in, my headache just started… two hours after I woke up.**

This is probably the lowest the concorde has ever flown. Come on. Don’t you think that’s embarassing to the Concorde?

I think it would be really funny if this story had a picture of G.W. Bush along with it. But truly, isn’t something that’s on the brink of happening supposed to take place shortly thereafter? Years should not be a legitimate unit of measurement in something that’s been deemed “on the brink.”

Not a whole lot going on here in r3tr0-land. Last night I flew another sim-flight, from Miami to San Francisco. It was pretty cool. I have some pictures:

See ya later, Miami!
You too, Miami airport.
Hey, there’s Dallas / Ft. Worth airport.
On final approach to San Francisco airport.
Touchdown.
Welcome to San Francisco!

After that, I helped John record his latest composition on the Moog synth. It’s called For a good time, call H-bomb. It’s sounding pretty sweet, too. Very spaced out and crazy. Tonight we’ll mix it and hopefully finish it up.

Today it’s cooling down from yesterday’s 70 degree high, to a supposed 35 degree afternoon. I can’t complain… afterall, it IS November, and it could already be very cold. Nevertheless, what the fuck is wrong with Ohio’s weather?! At least Ben got to enjoy some of that while he was here. We also enjoyed some beers, and a crazy white trash hag spouting off about how some guy tried to “whip his dick out on her.” Someone described it as if we were watching COPS. Yes, it was just like that!

On Saturday, I went to my Grandma’s house for the leaf-raking party and clam bake. It was sweet. I got totally sloshed, along with my uncles, and ate TONS of food. On the list was: chicken, sweet potatoes, clams, mussels, corn… and then before that, spinach dip, jerky, chicken soup…. oh god it was good. After it grew dark, we decided to toss the caber, like our fine Scottish brethren. This was a bad idea. Our “caber” was beyond sub-par. The bottom had jagged edges that dug into your hands, and we never realized it could do damage to your shoulder as well! Still, it was fun.

Yesterday, the pitiful Browns let the Steelers pee in their mouths while their mamas watched. Okay, maybe they just lost by 7 points, but to me, it could not have been a more dismal defeat. A number of scoring opportunities were thrown away, either by interceptions or fumbles… and a holding penalty kept a huge return from being a touchdown. To top it all off, we were playing Pittsburg, our rival. At least we beat them once this year. Still, a shameful, dirty loss.

John Lanigan, a Cleveland DJ at WMJI, the oldies station, got busted for drunk driving. I always thought that guy was a toolbox. Nice going, Johnny.

Cleveland Mayor Jane Campbell lays off a shitload of cops and firemen. So people, if you just gotta get your crime on, we’re way short on officers. Just drop on by and keep it clean.

My girl had to leave this morning… sucky. She’s already in Newark right now, probably asleep in a chair! After dropping her off, I got to lay down for around 10 minutes, before getting back up and taking off for work. I had to set up for a training session that’s going on right now, so I had to get into work early. Benny came in last night at midnight, after a delayed flight, and everyone hung out until 2am. So I fell asleep around 2:30, woke up at 5:50. I’m definitely running on empty. (Isn’t that the name of some lame song?)

Finally, a picture of the Bush statue being toppled.

I also found this story about a guy who ran around naked, taking pictures of women’s expressions when they saw him. How is this exciting? It’s not all that perverse, given the interests of those crazy Germans. As John said recently, German porn is just like “if porn had porn.”

I’m gonna go find a cot and pass out.

Jacko, you’re pretty much screwed, eh? Oh, I’m sorry… I’m sure you have a legitimate reason for giving a 12 year old wine and sleeping pills. That’s a very common activity. And having an youth-oriented amusement park at your house isn’t weird either. Everyone would do that if they had the money. Having young boys sleep in the same bed… also not suspicious. At least you still have your looks:

Oh wait, you sure don’t have your looks.

This morning when I went out to my car I heard a prop plane passing over, and I saw this cool ass plane. It’s a Mesaba Airlines Saab 340. The cool thing is that it wasn’t the usual design… it’s a special version of their normal Saab 340. Pretty nice lookin’, eh?

Thank god. I’ve been waiting for nearly a decade to get my new face, and now they’re finally saying it’s possible.

After that, I’ll be ordering gills. Then, I’ll move on to shoulder-mounted wings and hopefully webbed fingers and toes. When I’m done, I’ll be able to swim like a fish and fly like an eagle.

What the fuck is this?! Some guys have the hots for Leela from Futurama?! hahaha