First off, let me just say that I had a wonderful Thanksgiving with my family yesterday. Waking up to my Facebook feed this morning, it helped me realize that I’m thankful to be thankful for more than just things. This Black Friday stuff bothers me. We spend a day slaving in a kitchen to celebrate a holiday where we express gratitude for the things we have, and then the next day, we trample over each other to buy new stuff. Just seems silly.
Call me old-fashioned, but I think Thanksgiving weekend should be a time of relaxation, reflection, and taking some time to regain perspective on the important things in life. Crazy, I know.
So what am I thankful for?
Well, funny names of course! And I’m thankful for the fact that for the first time in three weeks, I’ve written two funnynamesblog.com posts in the same week. Still waiting on Arto to break his three-week hiatus…
In a sign that maybe too much media can be a bad thing (imagine that!), a minor late-night TV kerfuffle emerged when a few shrewd observers believed they saw President Barack Obama making flirtatious gestures toward Thai prime minister Yingluck Shinawatra. Now, granted, she’s an attractive lady, but I just don’t think this mostly scandal-free president is the kind of guy who would ever attempt to have any sort of affair while in office, and secondly, if that weren’t the case, I know he’d be bright enough to avoid any affair that involved the foreign press corps of two countries doing everything they can to blow his cover. Nonetheless, Jay Leno got a laugh or two out of it.
In political news that we haven’t been able to post because we’ve been busy, Tya Eachus has a natural reaction and feels embarrassed about being from Florida around election time.
A Cornelis sighting in this amusing article about shopping at Anthropologie. I’ll just repost the original comments because it’s pure comedic genius I can’t possibly try to duplicate:
At first I thought it was just that the beach got drunk and threw up, but those aren’t seashells! They’re porcelain knick knacks, except they aren’t even the ones mentioned in the descriptions — the “kissing Dutch dancers” and “windmill.” Instead, it’s frogs with cherries on their butts and creepy baby clowns. For $1000 you can have this Ikea vase that was rolled over some grandmother’s treasure chest of crap. The treasure chest smells like Vicks Vapo-rub and dying. Which is what this lamp must feel like. Enjoy!