For real, y’all, he’s dead this time.

Off to the big oil field in the sky.

[Dallas Morning News – What, You Think I’d Use a Paper From Any Other City?]

As children back in the Olde Country play traditional Thanksgiving games like Pelt the Leper or Vicar in a Frock one’s thoughts naturally turn to that frail craft nosing her way, too late in the season, through Atlantic swells as she made for a point on the coast south of New York, north of Jamestown, hoping to find safe harbor. Of course a storm blew them off course – or the captain, eager to be rid of them, headed for the nearest landfall he knew – Cape Cod. It took them the better part of three weeks to come ashore. No, there was no rock.  Ignoring the teeming bluefish in Plymouth bay they complained of the lack of food. During the first winter more than half of them died. At one point only eleven of them were well enough to stand up, trying to care for all the others who were sick.

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Last Sunday my Thanksgiving corned beef went into the brine:

and today it came out:

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We seriously debated whether to run a Fourth Annual Thanksgiving Beheading this year, seeing as Our Exceptional Heroine is finally drifting into blessed obscurity. And then we saw some Palin 2016 chatter. No, it’s not working out for us at all.

Here at Chez SFL, we have three Thanksgiving Eve traditions.

The first is to pig out on the new Dungeness crab of the season. Unfortunately, Mr. SFL and I both worked late tonight and didn’t have a chance to get crab, although we already had our first crab on Saturday.

Tradition number two is to watch A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving. The scene of Snoopy fighting the fold-up chair never fails to make me laugh hysterically.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c2iv7QufAn0

And then in closing, tradition three, we find the best possible clip on the tubez of WKRP in Cincinnati and the Turkey Drop episode.

Happy Thanksgiving, Stinquers. I’m thankful to have all y’all from my dysfunctional virtual family to talk politics, soccer hotties, FLOTUS fashion, Sarah Palin stupidity, cat-blogging, dog-blogging, bunneh-blogging, food porn, car porn, wine porn, Teabagger Outrage de Jure, closet-case Republicans, my Stinque Department of Lady-Bits screeds, or whatever may strike our fancy.

The Fields Medal is awarded every four years on the occasion of the International Congress of Mathematicians to recognize outstanding mathematical achievement for existing work and for the promise of future achievement.

Let me hereby nominate Kentucky Senator Rand Paul:

We currently give about $4 billion annually to Israel in foreign aid. But we give about $6 billion to the nations that surround Israel, many of them antagonistic toward the Jewish state.

Giving twice as much foreign aid to Israel’s enemies simply does not make sense. Our aid to Israel has always been to a country that has been an unequivocal ally. Our aid to its neighbors has purchased their temporary loyalty at best.

Outstanding mathematical achievement, indeed.

So, how was your Tuesday? Ours didn’t happen. Server crash. Don’t ask.