Happy Thanksgiving

To all my friends celebrating today, may you have a happy and family drama free Thanksgiving.

I am thankful that my college is still holding on and I have a decent job. I am thankful to have my eyes, kidneys and feet as diabetics don't always get to keep those. I am thankful that at least a few people read my stories and like them.

And I'm thankful for all of you. Have a beautiful day my friends.

It made it to seventy here

For some reason. It was a beautiful day with a very good dinner. The only real sour part was at the end when Dad INSISTS on bringing up politics when literally no one wants to talk about it and refuses to change the topic. (and later when we were alone and he insists on arguing with everything I say. Always. I am ALWAYS wrong).

The only people at the dinner were him mom and I and Lucky Uncle and his wife. We made everything because my aunt broke her back a few weeks ago and can't really do much. SHe did find the energy to make a turkey out of salami pepperoni and cheese. It was really cute.

The infra red cooker was used on the turkey (which was brined ala Alton Brown's recipe). It came out fantastic. Mom and I had made rolls, two kinds of stuffing (one bread, one apple/cranberry/sausage), candied sweet potatoes, sweet potato/bourbon souffle, brussel sprouts in browned butter with onions and bacon, mashed potatoes, roasted asparagus and cauliflower, gravy, cranberry sauce, deviled eggs, stuffed celery, pumpkin roll and pumpkin pie.

For FIVE people.

Damn Italian genes.

Using really neat ceramic bowls found in grandma's garage and better than anything she had ever used in the house.

Also things got a little weird last night and tonight with dad insisting I take a vacation. A REAL vacation, not something combined with work. Like abroad. This is the man who never wanted me to waste money. I think he's suddenly realizing what I told HIM for years. Go now. When you're old and you can't do it any more you'll have regrets.

Also there was wine. I had too much and felt nothing, like I had drank water. Strange that.

There was something on Destination America's channel Railroad Alaska where they had a FIVE hour live broadcast of a trip to Heely. Basically an unnarrated trip with a camera tied to the front end of a train. A whole lot of pine and birch for five hours. Then they repeated it and it brought up the thought was this so people could be home with their families? Put on ten hours of nonsense that needs little work? I literally have NO idea in what goes into a station bringing me my TV.

The Macy's Parade was a bit of a let down, especially the first hour which was basically one long Broadway ad and interviews no one gave a shit about. Finally they started showing some floats. We actually flipped over to Chicago's instead. At least it was noise to write to.

BBL since I did do some writing.



Nano snippet - This is the same chapter after Kaleo has left and started comparing the brothers mentally, not yet realizing the level to which his sex drive has been artificially ramped up to be a toy. He caught a glimpse of his reflection. Kaleo curled his lip at the man in the mirror. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he muttered. His reflection had no answers. “Fucking freak.” He went out to his room, snagging his clothes off the floor. There should have been no need for him to get naked and fiddle with himself in the first damn place. Back in the slums, he had never been embarrassed to masturbate, well except for the one time he forgot to lock the bathroom door and his mom walked in on him. Now, the act – or maybe it was the sheer lack of control he showed – made his face burn with embarrassment.

“I hate you.”

Kaleo didn’t know if that was for himself, for Shyroth or the Toymakers. He dragged on his clothing and headed for the entertainment room. Maybe there was enough holos there to forget this humiliation.