Thanksgiving etc.

I have  a couple of other posts with poems started , but about halfway through I decided I hated them. So I figured I'd just type some here to make sure everyone knows I'm still alive and whatnot. Thanksgiving break went marvelously. As usual, I found myself with less time to myself than during normal weeks, but when it's the company of friends I'm plagued by rather than the company of coworkers, I find I human interaction much less distasteful. I'm not sure I wore my headphones for more than a few hours the past four days. In typical fashion, my family didn't quite get our act together for a gigantic Thanksgiving day, and what wound up happening was a drawn out affair wherein we had our traditional items spread out over a few day's worth of meals. It wound up feeling similar to how I usually hear the holiday described, with days worth of leftovers drawing out the experience. Because my family doesn't eat meat, this process rarely applies to us. But having many days worth of Thanksgiving fare was great. Sitting down together for nice meals isn't something I usually put a lot of emphasis on, but it was perhaps that fact that made it seem special/ when it happened consistently.

Black Friday was pretty uneventful as far as shopping was concerned. In fact, the only thing I bought, I bought online, using my phone while I was in another store realizing the prices still weren't good enough to justify being awake. I did buy some used books at our local store downtown, an event prompted by my recent re-reading of Stranger in a Strange Land. I bought another copy of it, in fact, as well as a couple of other things. I have decided it is almost impossible to find decent science fiction books without researching a bit. Looking at the shelf, I was astonished at the amount of junk taking up space. Titles like Robot Unicorns From Alpha Six are not out of place. It's no wonder that people look down on the genre as if it exists purely for cheap entertainment. But maybe I should look at it as encouraging. Maybe there is room out there for more as long as it's not crap. Then again, reading Heinlein takes up the opposite side of the spectrum. That guy could write.

I hope the holidays treated everyone well and continue to do so!