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Thanksgiving.

I'd be a selfish prick if I didn't admit that I have a lot to be thankful for; I'm healthy, I have a great pool of friends [that I haven't even peed in, yet] I have a decent [if droolingly boring] job and I have a little cash in the bank.
So, all in all, things could be a lot worse.
I ate chinese with Bones today and then I topped that meal off with Nutella goodness and endless episodes of a childhood show that brings me back to a happier place.
Especially when I sing the theme song.
Which I am known for doing [t the top of my lungs] and random bars throughout the east coast.
With that being said, I need you all to join me in a rollicking chorus and allow me to provide the tune:



Did I totally clap along to this while I was singing? You bet your sweet bottom [discaimer: I know not how sweet your individuals bottoms are; it's just a quaint platitude] that I clapped and I did so with some fervor.
I am a child.

I appreciate all of you that I've loved/talked to/talked at/talked with/stole kisses from/borrowed naps with/shared bad beer with/hugged/lugged/chugged/bedbugged with. I appreciate all of you that I've pummeled/polo'd/tunneled/solo'd with. I appreciate all of you I've scarfed/barfed/snarfed and wharfed with.
I appreciate all of you that appreciate me.
Wait, wharfed?
That didn't make sense OR rhyme! What an asshole.

What I do not appreciate, however is that Halloween is gone and autumn is creeping into winter. This slow but steady march away from my beloved fall season causes me to make this face:




I think that my bitterness towards the seasonal change has to do with the fact that I live in Florida but am originally from New England so I KNOW what winter is. At best, a harsh Florida winter day reminds me of a harsh Rhode Island fall day. It seems like we never even get out of [what I think of as] fall in Florida and, WHAMMO, it's spring again.
And I'm not partial to spring.
Now, I don't hate spring with anywhere near the gut-wrenching fury that I reserve for a Florida summer but I'm not a fan either because it simply means that summer is right around the corner.
Winter is, however, a prime to to stay in and practice your art of choice be it art or writing or music.



I think I'm going to run with the idea that gritsy brought up and make an advice/common sense column out of my blog.
Seriously if Ann Landers can provide [boring and sedate] answers to life, I sure as fuck can provide some mental gems for you folks.
Like this one:

"Scotty, how do we know that Barney the Dinosaur is the devil?"




Or, "Scotty, what is the most dangerous animal to ever hunt upon our snow-ridden fruited plains?"





Now I realize that these are merely answers to life's most simplistic questions but I'm using them purely for examples sake.
I'll openly admit that there are times when even I don't have the answers and. much like the times that I bellow out the Fraggle Rock theme out at the top of my lungs at random locations about the east coast, I'm known to resort [quite happily] to the below-exhibited exclamation when I don't have an answer:




Anyway, yes, I think I'm going to go the Advice Column route and see where it takes me.
I'll figure out a way to go about it soon. I think I'll deliberate over this process at the pub for the time being but I wish to offer you this deep-rooted and thought-provoking discourse on what it means to be a good, appreciative person on the evening of Giving Thanks.




Love you guys,
Scotty