Thursday, November 24, 2005

Holiday stuffing.

I'll ask again this year: Anybody having beer can turkey for the holiday?

One of the things about being a parent in NYC is that sooner or later you wind up taking kids up to see all those balloons of cartoon characters being inflated by Central Park the night before the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade. They're all tied down and sort of flopping over each other ... and if one has a diseased mind ... well, it might kind of look like face-down Ronald McDonald is being violated by that Japanese anime Pikachu, and enjoying it. But one can't say this to a five-year-old riding on one's neck. Should have brought the digital camera.

About a year back a rather gruesome local crime story led to the question here, "When the CSI team is done, who cleans up the bloody mess?" Now we know.

Mr. Pitt goes to Washington.

"Six degrees of infidelity", or of advice books about it, or some such: That New York Magazine article mentioned two posts back on The New Rules of Cheating points us to 32 Signs That He's Cheating ... which points to 180 Telltale Signs Mates Are Cheating and How to Catch Them ... which is purchased at Amazon by persons who buy Is He Cheating on You?: 829 Telltale Signs ... both of which are bought by persons who also buy How to Have an Affair and Never Get Caught! So there are your stocking stuffers for the modern young couple. Though personally I doubt I ever could have remembered 829 things not to do, at any age.