Miss Shivery is all Thanksgiving-ed up, and loving it.
As is traditional around this time of year, citizens of the US are generally well-fed, well-oiled, and grateful for it, which, admittedly, seems to be an agreeable state to be in.
As I've explained to youthful and faultlessly-uninformed Americans before, we in the UK don't have Thanksgiving, and we don't celebrate our Independence either (oh how we laughed - but nicely...). There are times though, when everyone has one of those moments when, even if things are a leetle bit crappy, you realise what is good.
Mongol Warior:The open steppe, fleet horse, falcon on your wrist, wind in your hair!
Mongol General: Wrong!
Sounds pretty good to me. Except for the falcon on your wrist bit. If I'm bouncing along over the steppes on a fleet horse, then I know just how hard that falcon is going to have to grip, and my past experiences with parrots lead me to decline that rather exciting image...my Great Uncle used to ride his motorbike with an African Grey Parrot on his shoulder, which lead me to wonder just how long his leather jacket lasted before he was forced to stop by the excruciating grating of claw on bone...
I digress. Unless motorbiking with intelligent avians is up there at the top of the list for you.
The best things in life vary from person to person...I would be pretty conventional I think. Friends, laughter, good food...and the feeling when your glider is launched by steam-powered winch, catapult-like, into a clear blue summer sky.
There's nothing like it.
In the style of Mr. The Barbarian, what are yours?
In style: Ravaging hordes of helpless woman.
In reality: Simple things like sunrises, and morning dew on the grass, or a really good song played really really loud.
(Note to self: Get a life!)
The U version is the glint of joy in the other's eye.
The PG version is that moment halfway through a good book, just as the story is reaching the height of its arc, with a glass of good malt whisky.
The 12 version is the visceral feeling of sudden laughter.
The 18 version is infested with popup ads and spyware. TAKE THE FREE TOUR.
In the style of Mr. The Barbarian: Hunkering over a huge slab of prime rib that's purposely left a lil bloody.
In reality: Eh, pretty much the same, only with side dishes.
right this very second, some of my nearest and dearest are downstairs squabbling over a card game; the turkey is in the oven, the desserts on the table (six hours of cooking is about to culminate); the weather is gorgeous and some long-lost loveys back in town because they just couldn't stay away from this feast of feasts. we're warm, well fed, slightly drunk and content.
at risk of skating on melodrama, i'm pretty thankful to be right here, right now.
plus, i have really good hair today. tra la!
Cool chooses, peeps.
Although I continue to be entertained and disturbed in equal measure by the comments of Mr. Curtis...