why with my regal beezer i could be another caesar if i only had a drink

alright, y'all. I hope you had a wonderful thanksgiving. I know mine...was um...eventful? Drunken certainly. I saw a lot of people i like, a lot of good friends that i haven't seen in a while. So that was cool. Also saw a few people i don't particularly care for. Namely a good portion of my extended family.

But hey, that's why Benjamin Franklin invented alcohol. and jack daniels took a swig and exclaimed "I will found an entire civilization upon this sort of beverage" and jim beam said "me too!" and so they got to fighting. meanwhile a young samuel adams was taking notes in the corner - he had been searching for a way to get women to sleep with him at frat parties. And captain morgan went wee wee wee wee all the way to the caribbean. because he ain't got a home. now is it whee like an exclamation or wee like urination? i think the urination makes more sense in this context - assuming that captain morgan is a business drunk, which is easy to be if your business is piracy - because remember kids - alcohol is a diuretic.

but fer real folks, I remember earlier this fall when i considered how someday thanksgiving would come, and I would eat lots and lots of food for free. and what a concept for a young, poor, starving man. but as always, i had to sit through some family guff. and now it's all gone. i have had some good times with some good friends with good food and good booze. well, alcohol of varying qualities.

anyhoo, i reckon this thanksgiving is the first time i have felt legitimately thankful. serious gratitude. for all of my friends. all the generous, lovely people in my life. am i supposed to give thanks to, or give thanks for? or both? well i would like to do both. so here and there you are, wonderful human beings of my reality. Thanks. And you know, as much trouble as i have had this whole semester with life in general (but a lot having to do with being effing poor). maybe it's true that money can't buy happiness. maybe i'll move to the middle east and become an ascetic. or perhaps i'll just stick around here and be an aesthete.

but then, perhaps i'm only realizing my contentment because i have done somewhere around zero homework and i am at my home in grand haven, and i just find the paradox rather humorous - i can't do homework at home. since my college years, this house has become a complete mental sanctuary from academics. I just sit around, watch tv, and eat. all day. it is ridiculous. and there is so much to do before the end of the semester. it is completely vulgar how much i have to do in the next three weeks.

so don't be mad at me if i don't write another one o' these for awhile.
though it's kinda early (and kinda late too i guess, what with thanksgiving and all)...

...happy holidays.

i know its coming. i can see the light. al otro lado del rio.

going and coming then becomes a matter of here and there...and then...

any reference to Dude, Where's my Car? being unintentional. But if I type that sentence, is it instantly negated? ...I guess we'll see.

Anyhoo, busy? Me too. Would it be wrong to name a child Anyhoo? No stealies, it was my idea.

I went to the zoo a few weeks ago, and I thought I might share some of my observations:
'3:46 - A large round figure, measuring approximately 7 feet in height and 6 feet in width, is stationed outside of one of the exhibit buildings. Slightly bubbling, billowing, and inconsistent exterior. Yellow being the majority color. Animated (drawn-on) eyes and mouth, protruding nose, stubby arms and legs. Disproportionately large, white gloves worn on end of arms and similarly disproportionate imitation Converse All-Stars worn on the end of legs. Bears sizable red baseball cap - reads "Celebration Cinemas". Oversized red, striped basketball-style shorts. Roused by a stereo playing Michael Jackson's "Thriller", the being dances awkwardly, only spurred by the crowds of children drawing near. It doesn't even use the original MJ choreography. I am not impressed. Humans are an odd species. Even at a zoo.'

I had the (Ms.)Fortune of coincidentally coinciding my visit with an event coined "Boo at the Zoo".

Alright, sorry this is all i can post here at the present time. More to come once my production is finished. You should come. I'm playing Dale Harding in One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest at Michigan State University. Go to thr.msu.edu for further information if you are genuinely interested. Should be a good show.

I'm hungry, and consequently very irritated with Menna's for the absence of its product in my tummy. Damn online ordering.

Golly.

I'm in a great mood, bordering on mania. I called hoping you could bring me down.

Who ever heard of having a good mood Tuesday? It's probably the slap-happy sleep-deprived energy shot talking. Those girls that walk around with the free energy shots in the library are the offspring divine, sent from heaven. But I guess it makes sense - "gives you wings". Makes them angels. Gives me sense.

Or something closely-resembling.

It's funny. I had $10 - I never thought that food v. cigarettes could be a trial for the books. Luckily, food's attorney is a tad more articulate. Or my stomach gave pretty strong testimony. In it's weakness.

I'm in the library, printing cigarette coupons.
I'm done with the rest, I'll only eat croutons.
Perhaps I'll cough up a lung before my body turns cannibal.
I only enjoy it when the danger is tangible.
I know that I hate me, 'cause I'm a man-made animal.

Good moods with good tunes on hand makes for a better mood. It's not me against the music. It's me inside the music. Against the world. But mostly it comes down to proxy skirmishes with piles of leaves. And those don't last long, because they fly up in flourishes and we forge fast friendships. Then it all turns into pleasant impressionism. Especially on sunny autumn days.

They're rare, but well-done.