In honor of this most gobblicious day of the year, I would like to wish everyone a wonderful Thanksgiving! What better way to celebrate than by showing you a picture of the biggest turkey I’ve ever seen:
Gobble Gobble!
Miscellaneous and sporadic mental discharges fueled by the searing inferno of molten logic and imagination I call my brain.
It's like Black Friday only earlier. That's what I'm calling yesterday because of our insane ability to both spend an entire day shopping without rest and to spend $500 on just the kids.
I was so spent (literally and figuratively) after yesterday's excursion that it took me this long to recover. The sad thing is, I'm not really done yet.
I'm justifying Christmas excess this year by claiming it's my way of supporting the economy without the need for excessive and shady government bailouts. You know, pure capitalism at work. Hey, it sounds good to me.
On a side note, I think my son will, after December 25th, own more Star Wars merchandise than George Lucas.
Not long ago, during one of my marathon random browsing sessions, I stumbled across a website talking about "Instrumental Transcommunication" which is basically using a machine to communicate with the dead. Following some links around the web I then landed on a page where people had posted images of what they claim were spirits that they were able to capture through some odd photographic techniques. One of these techniques involved shooting video of a rippling pan of water, then going through the frames one by one to see if any spirits had used the interplay of light and shadow to manifest their images.
I'm aware that the brain is hardwired to perceive patterns where there may not be any, but all the same, it's an interesting idea and sounded like something fun to try. Needless to say I then went out to the kitchen, filled a pot with water, agitated it to get some movement and then filmed away. Did I capture anything?