It's nice to have one day a year in which we notice all of our blessings: family, friends, complete strangers we meet on the Internet, freedom from hunger, from want, from tyranny and from oppression.
Tomorrow is soon enough to complain about how the world is going to Hell and no one has ever had it as bad as we do.
Finally, thanks to all of you for doing that voodoo that you do so well.
As Brit reminds me, we should all remember to give thanks for the greatest blog thread ever.
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A belated happy Thanksgiving to all my American friends and a reminder there are only three weeks before you have to do it all again. (Who was the genius who planned that?) Perhaps the traditional turbaconducken I'm sure you all enjoyed can be re-heated.
My god, that thing is positively bacchanalian.
I would make some remark about America and the revolting decadence of declining empires, but then I remembered Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall's ten bird roast: a woodcock in a partridge in a pidgeon in a pheasant in a guineafowl in a mallard in a chicken in an Aylesbury duck in a goose in a turkey.
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