The Chatty Pointless Thread

joshsquash729 said:
I guess someone's gotta ask it- best and worst Thanksgiving foods, in your guys' opinions?
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Best - Deep Fried Turkey
Worst - shitty stuffing

Sass answer:

Best - Enchiladas
Worst - anything my ex mother in law touched, as she only cooked on the two big days as if it was her domain. A wretched, soulless domain devoid of seasoning and culinary craft because she believed it was her right as Matriarch, a title stolen from my ex-wife's cousin who wielded the real magic in the oven and range.
 
Stuffing is one of those things that everyone makes so differently. It wasn't always a smash hit, but when my Mom made it, it was always freakin' delicious. Same with the cranberries- whatever she did to it made them actually palatable.

I agree- everything about the holiday is just a celebration of Caucasian-ness, and if you treat the food with full Caucasity on display, then it all becomes very dry and bland. Thank God my family is mostly southern and knows how to season and marinate, but I had some years with extended that were rough. Feels like I'm still digesting some of those dry-ass meals all these years later. If you're gonna lay down your meat in front of me, that thang better be juicy and flavorful, damnit. Take that however you'd like.


I also discovered last night that my kitty doesn't like turkey cat food. The boy will eat anything under the sun (he's got a special affinity for cardboard), but he turned his nose up at the turkey. Ahhh, pets.
 
It's funny, my family does "good but normal" food, like, it's a pleasant, enjoyable, not fancy, not INTERESTING meal every year. But this was the year I was like: I officially eat to healthy the rest of the year to actually enjoy Thanksgiving. One plate. Not even an overloaded plate, just a plate of turkey, green bean casserole, potatoes, bit of squash, a spoon's worth of mac n cheese. Today? In a Shakespearean voice: "I HATH BEEN POISON'D!"

This is so depressing. But the worst thing I eat during a normal week is a toasted cheese with some tofu bacon bits on it for lunch. I put real food in me now and it's like putting diesel fuel in a gasoline-powered car. Everything seizes up. Need a new body.
 
The lyrics to Fairytale of New York by The Pogues. The song was released in 1988. I feel like the old man in the drunk tank.

It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you

Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true

They've got cars big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me

You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night

The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day

You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last

The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing out
For Christmas day

I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you

The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing out
For Christmas day

Songwriters: Jem Finer / Shane Patrick Lysaght Macgowan

Fairytale of New York lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
 

I've been loving you a long time
Down all the years, down all the days
And I've cried for all your troubles
Smiled at your funny little ways

We watched our friends grow up together
And we saw them as they fell
Some of them fell into Heaven
Some of them fell into Hell

I took shelter from a shower
And I stepped into your arms
On a rainy night in Soho
The wind was whistling all its charms

I sang you all my sorrows
You told me all your joys
Whatever happened to that old song?
To all those little girls and boys

Sometimes I'd wake up in the morning
The ginger lady by my bed
Covered in a cloak of silence
I'd hear you talking in my head

I'm not singing for the future
I'm not dreaming of the past
I'm not talking of the first times
I never think about the last

Now the song is nearly over
We may never find out what it means
Still there's a light I hold before me
You're the measure of my dreams
The measure of my dreams

Songwriter: Shane Patrick Lysaght Macgowan

A Rainy Night in Soho lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Ltd., Perfect Songs Ltd
 
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SDcomics said:

I've been loving you a long time
Down all the years, down all the days
And I've cried for all your troubles
Smiled at your funny little ways

We watched our friends grow up together
And we saw them as they fell
Some of them fell into Heaven
Some of them fell into Hell

I took shelter from a shower
And I stepped into your arms
On a rainy night in Soho
The wind was whistling all its charms

I sang you all my sorrows
You told me all your joys
Whatever happened to that old song?
To all those little girls and boys

Sometimes I'd wake up in the morning
The ginger lady by my bed
Covered in a cloak of silence
I'd hear you talking in my head

I'm not singing for the future
I'm not dreaming of the past
I'm not talking of the first times
I never think about the last

Now the song is nearly over
We may never find out what it means
Still there's a light I hold before me
You're the measure of my dreams
The measure of my dreams

Songwriter: Shane Patrick Lysaght Macgowan

A Rainy Night in Soho lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Ltd., Perfect Songs Ltd
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The James Connolly Visitor Center posted these two clips the night Shane died:
We watched our friends grow up together
Now our song is nearly over
I'd pay to have a full recording of this performance. It's the grit of the Irish-as-first-language that gets me. (I lived in Ireland for a while, almost got married and stayed but fate had other plans, and this stuff makes me wonder about the life I didn't have.)

"You're the measure of my dreams." I feel like Shane always felt he was adjacent to happiness and incapable of reaching it himself, and saw hope in the people he loved many times.
 
For those following my dad's ridiculousness... I'm in San Diego today for Thanksgiving with him and my stepfamily, and he was taking pictures of all the kids outside to show off in a Christmas card to everyone, but he also took a group photo of my stepmom, stepsisters, and my wife, and once that was done he said "okay, now the nude photos!" then quickly added, "i mean for me. I take the pictures nude," as he pretended to undo his belt.

And I thought of my AT friends; couldn't wait to share.
 
Ru1977 said:
For those following my dad's ridiculousness... I'm in San Diego today for Thanksgiving with him and my stepfamily, and he was taking pictures of all the kids outside to show off in a Christmas card to everyone, but he also took a group photo of my stepmom, stepsisters, and my wife, and once that was done he said "okay, now the nude photos!" then quickly added, "i mean for me. I take the pictures nude," as he pretended to undo his belt.

And I thought of my AT friends; couldn't wait to share.
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This tracks.
 
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