Subject: Happy Thursday, I guess.
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Posted on: 2016-11-24 17:38:00 UTC
Just another boring day here. Well, except for the massive amounts of fires we have had in the last few days.
Subject: Happy Thursday, I guess.
Author:
Posted on: 2016-11-24 17:38:00 UTC
Just another boring day here. Well, except for the massive amounts of fires we have had in the last few days.
To my fellow American Boarders, have a happy Thanksgiving! Enjoy this time with family and friends, and don't eat too much!
To everyone else...um...happy Thursday?
Enjoy your, um. Families. Turkey, or something. Um. Fireworks?
Declaration of Independence?
... Easter Bunny?
Yeah! Enjoy all that!
Unless this is a mourning thing, then don't enjoy all that!
That'd be rude.
May we be thankful for food and having the ability to access the internet.
I commandeer this thread for recipes y'all are making this Thanksgiving. Some tasty treats to fill your belly as we give thanks to this bountiful harvest. of Monsanto
To start us off, have any of you played a game called Undertale? Well, even if you haven't, you should still try this delicious Butterscotch Cinnamon Pie! It kinda tastes like bread pudding, with a splash of butterscotch, and in a pie. What more could you want?
Recipe: http://www.geekychef.com/2016/02/toriels-butterscotch-cinnamon-pie.html?m=0
That one time of year that people are obligated to spend with me, the crazy relative. Huzzah!
Just another boring day here. Well, except for the massive amounts of fires we have had in the last few days.
This article by the New York Times sums it up pretty well.
Enjoy your holiday/day off!
~DF
The story of Thanksgiving is that when strangers land on these shores, sick and hungry, fleeing persecution, we don't reject them. We welcome them. We feed them. We extend the hand of friendship.
Today, I'm thankful for everyone who lives the spirit of that story.
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
—"The New Colossus" by Emma Lazarus, American poet
~Neshomeh
*wanders off to nom the noms*
And, uh, why are you looking at me like that? I'm nobody's turkey!
*goes back to celebrating with microwaved hot dogs and Chinese food*