I can't believe I didn't know you had a flatmate named FABIO!
I know, it cracks people from the US up.
I usually explain Thanksgiving as a "harvest home" sort of holiday, or a day to generally count your blessings. The first only works in countries with an agrarian background and seasons, but the latter always works.
I made Tom read the link I think Gud? maybe? posted in Press explaining the holiday. We thought it was hilarious, and so sadly true.
How long can it take to say "it's a ritual sacrifice... with pie"?
Sadly, there was no pie, so that would have just confused them.
I think it was Typo's link. I've got it bookmarked but haven't read it yet.
I was talking to my colleague about Thanksgiving (he mentioned that Korea has a similar holiday but Greece does not), and after I'd done my "harvest home" spiel he said "You're in denial about Happy Puritan Survival Day, aren't you?" Fair cop.
"You're in denial about Happy Puritan Survival Day, aren't you?"
I am totally celebrating this next year. With pie.
Woohoo!
No need to woohoo; I'm a horrible person. Lads, ye should have e-mails presuming your profile addresses are good.
Just noticed that
The Inside
premiered on Australian free-to-TV on Sunday night (3/12/06) at 10:50PM.
SA left my place not too long ago, leaving me a wonderful gift of many episodes of Heroes and Veronica Mars. We had a fab time while she was here, driving around doing touristy things, eating good food, meeting up with IAmNotReallyASpring and the wine, oh gods the wine. I'm sure SA will have photos up when she gets home, though Spring managed to escape his first Buffista meeting unphotographed, the sly devil.
Pfft, Jars blames everything on the wine. But really, five bottles isn't *that* much. and it's not like you can die from having five portions of cheese.
By the by, I'm back, and I would have texted except I made the world-class move of leaving my phone in the rental car. *facepalm* I have to figure out the best way to get to to me. Sigh. I'm so smart sometimes.
(This weekend was so fantastic.)
I'm ethically opposed to blaming anything on cheese. Wine's a much easier target.
Glad you're back, I was starting to wonder.
I managed to conquer both the slow-as-molasses N roads (where, and I shit you not, traffic was stopped for half an hour because HORSES WERE LOOSE ON THE ROAD AND THEY HAD TO CALL THE GARDA) and the mystifying car parks. Minus the phone thing, it went pretty smoothly, though it was weird to get on a bus after being in control of the vehicle.
