Of course we’re also thankful for YOU
To celebrate Thanksgiving, and since yesterday marked our 100th post (that’s a random coincidence I just noticed when I went in to set this up, but still) here’s a bunch of stuff we’re grateful for. For starters, I’m grateful to all these folks for sharing their favorite things with this site and with the world…
Things we’re thankful for:
Ghetto Mochas. For about ten bucks a month, I can buy a can of coffee and a can of hot chocolate mix and make gigantic, delicious cafe mochas at home every day. Mostly I even prefer them to the professional kind.
It’s a Free Country. I don’t love everything about it, but mostly I’m very aware that we have the incredible luxury of shambling around like a bunch of dumbasses all we want, and the government doesn’t really limit our access to news and other information, and we’re not at the mercy of suicide bombers, and homosexuality isn’t a capital crime. Etc.
I Have Fantastic People On My Team. They’re funny, and kind, and supportive, and tolerant of my little ways, and they don’t mind tutoring me on matters of social consequence, and they stuck by me when I was at my worst, which was worse than a lot of peoples’ worst. But better than Mussolini’s.
But Mostly Ghetto Mochas. They’re really good.
High quality wine glasses, especially the varietal-specific glasses from Riedel. Wine really does taste better when sipped from the right glass. Wine is an aesthetic experience, and the mode of presentation should contribute, not detract from that experience.
Decently-funded public transportation. Getting from point A to point B shouldn’t require you to float an auto loan.
Single malt whiskey. One ounce contains enough concentrated luxury to make you feel like royalty for weeks.
The romance publishing industry. Not only does it provide me with employment, it provides me with many, many books I want to read and will love every single month. You know people who say “I am running out of good things to read?” That will NEVER BE MY PROBLEM.
Thermal tops. Seriously, whoever invented those–specifically the waffle-knit cotton kind–should get a posthumous Nobel Prize. It’s been snowy and freezing in Seattle the last few days, and they have kept me warm and cozy. The only thing better than wearing mine would be snuggling Nicholas Lea while he wears his.
I am thankful that my hat is wearing a belt!
A world where Americans buy German board games using computers made in China. The whole world is next door, and by and large we’re all pretty good neighbors. It’s a nice ol’ world, really.
My wife and my mom cooking a whole host of pies in the kitchen right now. I know a lot of people whose spouses don’t like their families, and I’m so glad that my wife gets along with my parents and I with hers. Also, pie!
Pingi hats. Adorkable little fleece hats, machine washable, shaped like animals and monsters. What more do you need to know?
Board games. Half psychology, half statistics, all fun. Gaming has brought me new friends, pleasant evenings, and keeps me thinking in new ways. Whether I’m making a “sheep for word” joke in Catan, a tense decision in Battlestar Galactica, or a come-from-behind rally in Smallworld, there’s little I’d rather be doing than gaming with my friends.
Snow. While it sucks having to trudge around in it, snow is also one of the best things known to man. If you want to build something, snowflakes are like tiny frozen legos. If you want your recommended daily dose of WHEEEEEE, find a hill and a piece of cardboard and you’re good to go. If you want to bug/flirt with someone, snowballs are a great way to do that. Snow may be a hassle, but it’s also ridiculously fun!
Hot Showers. I have a ready supply of hot, clean water, and proper plumbing and sanitation. There are people who don’t have that, and I try not to take it for granted.
My sumptuous bed. It is so choice. It’s some kind of dreamcloud fanciness. If you have the means, I highly recommend picking one up. (I actually have no idea what brand it is, but it’s niiiiiiice.)
Matt. He’s the best boyfriend husband ever. If you have the means, I highly recommend picking him up. HA HA JK. He’s mine, ladies and dudes, and he is treasure without price. Also, as a sentient being with civil rights, he may not be sold, because, whoa: slavery. Not OK.
That I got to read everybody else’s list, and therefore know to say that I’m thankful for kormantic, to exactly the same degree that she’s thankful for me. Or possibly slightly more.
The collected knowledge of all civilization at my fingertips. When I was in high school my friends and I actually called the film reviewer for the LA Times to ask him a question about “First Blood,” the original Rambo movie. I am thankful to now live in a world where this is NEVER, EVER NECESSARY. Also, it means you can search for a random, awesome image on the internet and almost immediately turn up like eight versions of Robocop riding a unicorn.
That I came up with a half-assed way to get out of writing a post today, and it totally worked! Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
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I’m also thankful that certain people have discovered a heretofore unknown means of misspelling my name, which has given the impression that I am some kind of tumor from France.
Zut alors!
I am thankful for editing! And Pan! xo
See, even if I thought of you as a tumor, it would be a classy one.
I’m also thankful to have won NaNoWriMo for another year. Now, time for some pie!
Jinkies, and you finished early and all! Go team you! You have earned pie, that’s a fact!
Hey! Congrats Nate! Whoo!
Happy Thanksgiving, Americans! Also: You’re late.
xxoo
I am thankful for all my FtE buds. Chaos bless us every one.
Word to your mother, citizen.