Due to holiday-related stuff I plan be off the grid for most of tomorrow, and if you have the option I recommend that you all do the same. That big lamp with a yellow tint and no diffuser? That’s the sun.
Or chat amongst yourselves. I plan on dining with some French friends of my wife so I have very little idea what I’m getting into. Maybe they’ll do Turkey, maybe goose, maybe (I hope) one of those rib racks with the little hat on each rib. If it’s anything like the mammoth Christmas dinner that my wife and pere – in-law cooked up for my folks in 2001 then I may not wake up until Saturday.
Treat this as an open thread for the holidays, holiday travel, the latest movies, classic movies, your superior taste in music, football. Whatever. Travel safe.
Dude, what sun? This is the PNW, there’s wet and then there’s WET. Any other state is a cause for school to be let out.
The Other Steve
I’m cooking Yankee Pot Roast for dinner tomorrow.
Well, we Canucks have already had our turkey day, so I wish you well on yours. For my part, my upstairs neighbour just dropped off two deer roasts, so we very well might have to partake of one of those this weekend.
Enjoy the Freedomed Green Beans
And this November, in particular, jcricket, CaseyL, der Fledermaus, (who’ve I forgotten?) and the rest of the Seattle area BablubBlub Juice crowd can wish you all a thoroughly submerged Thanksgiving and a record-breakingly wet Black Friday.
Bob In Pacifica
I’m not a regular commenter here, but I stop by most every day, inflating Balloon Juice’s stats. Just wanted to wish everyone a large consumption of tryptophan and very little indigestion. Happy Thanksgiving everyone. I’ll be having dinner at my girlfriend’s mother’s house. Standard fare, but there’s hope that since crab season just started here in the Bay Area that there might be a crustacean or so too.
As a resident of Portland F***ing Oregon, I hear you. We’re all set to break the record for November rainfall. Mudslides and floods and mold and rot and moss.
I remember, back when I lived in Seattle (1990-96), Almost Live did a sketch on spring in the PNW — in May, they had dozens of dazed residents stumbling around, shielding their eyes, screaming in panic, “What is that fiery orb in the sky? Is this the end of the world?” Frantic sun-worship, hoping to appease the fiery visitor in the heavens. I think they worked in a joke about lutefisk in Ballard, too.
Yes, good lord. Someone please tell me where I can find an ark in this weather. Wettest month ever in the Northwest. I know everyone thinks it rains a lot here, but usually it’s just dark and drizzly. My dog doesn’t even want to go out in this weather. Combine that with the fact that when I go to work it’s dark, and when I come home it’s dark and I work an 8 hour day and I tell you… it’s enough to make you want to move to somewhere sunny. I hear the mountain west is more Democratic these days… maybe Colorado.
Tim, perhaps you should rent and watch this movie – Good times for all I’m sure.
I will say, at least I have lots of football in HD to look forward to this weekend. Thank G-D for my dual tuner HD Tivo :-)
Driving from Sequim to Bremerton for work the last couple of weeks has re-enfrorced my appreciation of “The Blue Hole” here in the banana belt. My backyard raingauage has recorded about 2.5 inches compared to the 12 or 13 over on the Sound.
You mean rack of lamb?
Enjoy the holiday one and all, Juicers!
(even the trolls)
Grab some baked potatoes. Halve them, scoop them, and bake them again (crispy on the inside). Mix the potato guts with some crema (mexican if you can get it, creme fraiche is ok too), cotija cheese, milk (whole), butter, fresh grated horseradish, and scallions.
Fill the shells with the guts, top them with some pepper jack and offend your relatives on Thanksgiving.
No turkey, lots of flavor.
“That big lamp with a yellow tint and no diffuser? That’s the sun.”
Is this the same sun that is white with the blue component being diffused (technically scattered) to leave a blue sky and a yellow looking lamp
Likewise there is a distinct lack of bright lights in the sky here in The People’s Democratic Socialist Republic of Rhode Island. Luckily for us, it’s acid rain, so we still get a nice tan (I think that’s a tan).
Anyway, me and the missus will be dining with the in-laws, and our dogs will enjoy the opportunity to torment their dog.
Salty Party Snax
Just remember, while you guys are all gorging yourself at home, Dick Cheney is not in Iraq.
I was going to say he should watch this and then try to escape from the existential hell of dinning with the French by surrendering to Sartrean absurdism.
(I don’t know what any of that means, btw.)
Oh yeah, the liberal media wants you to think it’s “just” the sun. They don’t tell you it is really a huge nuclear explosion, a veritable maelstrom of radiation that could melt Satan’s pitchfork like that! Sure, occasionally they slip up and talk about protecting one’s skin from the sun’s harmful rays so we don’t get “sun burn”. Ha! Why can’t they call it what it is? Radiation burn. They’ll even say the sun can give you cancer (hmmm) but they refuse to “connect the dots,” and tell us the truth:
The sun people are trying to kill us with a weapon of mass destruction unlike anything mankind has ever dreamed of and through their cunning propoganda have tricked us into thinking they’re our friends and we need their “sun” to survive. Photosynthesis? Is that mentioned in the Bible? End of debate, so far as this American is concerned. And those aluminum foil tanning blankets? Who do you think came up with that nonsense? Hungry sun people wanting a steady supply of crispy human sausages, that’s who! Tanning oil my all-American arse. That’s cooking oil my friends!
So I call upon you all to shun the “sun” (if you can find any to avoid) and write your Congressperson demanding we withdraw our troops from Iraq so we can declare war on “our friend the sun”.
Or, you could have a happy Thanksgiving/We should have pushed those pasty bastards back into the ocean when they first showed up/Day after Thanksgiving/Those Americans, always eating something, Day.
It’s not a holiday up here in the GWN (the W stands for Wet, this year), but work is slack as we do all our computer maintenance while you Americans are stupefied by turkey. So I’m thankful for that! Have a good one!
Defeatocrat. Why do you hate the baby Jesus?
Jesus: Mischievous Badger or Ice Dancer. Discuss.
Jesus: Crepe lover? Discuss.
Turkey’s brining…deep fryer’s ready…whiskey in my coffee…Tivo’s priming…and no French in sight
Happy Turkey Day everyone!
Oh right. I’m supposed to pick a fight with you to liven things up, as the threads will be pretty dead this weekend due to all of the aforementioned stupefied American commenters.
Oh right. Like we in Toronto care what a bunch of newfies say to us. ;-)
As Pierre Trudeau once said, “Fuddle duddle”.*
*for the non-Canadians in the room, Pierre Trudeau (greatest PM of the last 40 years) once dropped an f-bomb in the House of Commons – a grave breach of protocol. His laughably transparent explanation was that he had said “fuddle duddle”. But we knew. And he knew we knew. And we were all having a good laugh at the expense of the tweed-clad wrinklies who wrote angry letters to the Globe and Mail.
(He knows I wasn’t serious, right?)
Oh good, you are there. For one brief moment, I thought you thought I was serious. (Which I pretty much never am.)
Typical self-centred Upper Canadian — doesn’t even know the difference between Nova Scotia and Newfoundland.
Hey, Canuckistani? How many Torontonians does it take to screw in a lightbulb? One, but he doesn’t have to screw it in. He just holds up the bulb and the world revolves around him.
Where I am, the W actually does stand for white because, well, there’s other cities in Canada than Toronto. ; )
Krista, I love a good joke at Toronto’s expense. I just got back from there a few days ago. Anyone who thinks all Canadians are polite and pleasant needs to visit Toronto, especially the Air Canada check-in counter at the airport.
Hey, one weekend only, it’s a Canadian blog! Balloon Juice/Jus de Ballon!
My sensible, conciliatory side knows all about the east coast (NF is crawling with my cousins), but my jerky troll side tells me that everything east of Kingston is Quebeckers and Newfs.
How many Canadians does it take to change a light bulb?
1:30 in Newfoundland.
Hey, no trying to class up the place with your fancy foreign speak.
99 LuftBalloon Juicers?
How many Canadians does it take to change a light bulb?
They have electricity? When’d that happen?
We got electricity after we learned to build with sticks. Before that, our hairdryers kept melting our igloos.
Oh, and canuckistani…I wouldn’t spend too much time bragging about living in South Downsview. Some of us have been there.
Crawling indeed. Especially if they live anywhere near George Street!
Balloon Juice/Jus de Ballon…or in Acadian-speak “Le Juice of the Ballon, tabernac!”
So this Torontonian was walking down Yonge Street when he saw a Newfie jumping up and down on a manhole cover, yelling “Forty-one! Forty-one! Forty-one!”
He walked up to the jumper and asked what he was doing. The jumper said nothing. He stepped closer, raised his voice louder, and still got no response. The Torontonian was really pissed now, so he put his arm out to grab the Newfie’s shirt, and found that the Newfie stepped off the manhole cover, lifted it up, shoved the Torontonian into the hole, and replaced the cover as he started to jump again and yell, “Forty-two! Forty-two! Forty-two!”
Hey there were some actual sunbreaks this weekend…
Ah yes, let’s generalize yet again about Toronto (a city of more than 2 million people) because the shittiest airline in the world (which is, incidentally, headquartered in Ottawa) hired yet another person who has no idea what the term “customer service” means.
Air Canada employees are shit coast to coast, my friend, and not in one city are they a reflection of the people who live therein.
Pierre Elliot Trudeau was the worst Prime Minister we ever had
My dad was tortured by is goon with is Martial law bullshit. Maybe he is popular Outside Quebec but here he is Despised.
Sorry “his” instead of “is”
Trudeau definitely seems to provoke strong reactions, either way. I don’t really view him as either saint or villain. He did a lot for our national identity and our culture, but IMHO, he started the trend of crippling our military, which has really only started to be reversed as we speak.
Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend Torontonians. Would it help if I told some Alberta jokes? My relatives in Toronto were more than happy to share some with me when I visited. Here’s one:
You know you’re from Alberta when going on vacation means driving to Calgary.
Hey, I didn’t say they were funny.
You can’t offend Torontonians. Thirty nine years of Leaf failures have given us immunity to all forms of pain and humiliation.