Since I'm dead, I guess I don't get a frist, huh?

That being said, the spousebeast and I are doing Thanksgiving 2.0 to make up for the fact that he spent his exiled in Delaware, forced to make Stove Top stuffing and look through endless pictures of dead deer by his stepdad's chain-smoking sons.

It's also my penance for spending the day here with his sister, hanging out on the deck, sipping wine while her husband did all the cooking. ;)

Holiday decorations, the last of the leaf raking, starting the consumption of my Whiskey Advent Calendar, Doctor Who season finale, tinkering with current novel.

... guess I should get an entry dashed out, too, while I'm thinking of it ..

Tonight is Holiday Fair at our school. I'm selling doggie stockings, pull toys and biscuits!

AW

My wife has been at work for three days without being able to come home. Tonight, she comes home. Which means I'd better get some serious housecleaning done.

Have agility with the dogs tomorrow morning - hopefully it won't rain! Apart from that just housework and getting my entry written.

PRIMARY PLAN: Writing my story for THE REAL LIVEJOURNAL IDOL while constantly worrying that it just isn't good enough.

SECONDARY PLAN (Only to be followed if I succeed with Primary Plan rather early): Take in a performance of A GENTLEMAN'S GUIDE TO LOVE AND MURDER on Broadway -- the show is going to close down in the next few weeks, but a very good friend told me that it's well worth seeing. (PS: I can get tickets at an extreme discount.)

HA, I FINISHED MY ENTRY EARLY!!!

I have electrician school tomorrow until 2:30, then I have no plans for the rest of the weekend. Maybe wrapping presents or going for dinner. Time will tell...

OH, I'm making cinnamon rolls for breakfast tomorrow morning if anyone wants to share! Bring coffee and fruit!

First, the entry. Which I sort of thought I'd have finished by now, but no. :O

Second, Leaves. Piles and piles of leaves. LEAVES. And possibly outdoor lights. And Lego assembly? I hope not the holiday baking, just yet...

My plans for tomorrow are to be out in the freezing cold, starting at 8 in the morning, at an outdoor Winter Wonderland Farm and Art Market.

I can't believe I signed up for this kind of nonsense, I hate the cold and early mornings. (Yes, 8 is early). My vendors are all "It's so much fun!" and I'm all "You're insane! The cold has frozen your neurons!"

Sunday, I'll be taking at least 7 hot showers to thaw out.

My daughter has a fever of 103.2, so I'm keeping a close eye on her. Also getting over some bronchitis crud, cramming for concerts next week, and trying to sell my house.

If I can say a few brief things about Scott Weiland...

Grunge was a huge breath of fresh air for me. It was like all of the music I'd been listening to in the 80's was suddenly being validated by the world. I loved grunge bands famous and unknown and continue to love many of them to this day.

I was still young enough at that time to be a snobbish ass. It wasn't until the late-90's that I transformed into a less snobbish ass. Like a caterpillar that turns into a slightly less icky caterpillar.

Anyhow, because I was a snob, I didn't want to admit that I really liked STP. I refused to buy any of their CDs, but when I was alone and one of their songs came on the radio, I'd always crank it and then feel immensely guilty but kind of thrilled none the less.

By the time they released "Big Bang Baby," their popularity was dwindling and I could finally start liking them. "You guys, they're finally making good music," I'd say to my imaginary fellow music snobs. I used this as an excuse to buy their greatest hits CD when it came out.

Anyhow, Weiland was a troubled soul, but it was a great, charismatic singer and front man. I am sorry that he died so young but I'm glad I can still share this song:

Mine is written, just keep hoping someone will do an edit for me.
I shall link in to the board tomarrow. Otherwise the link is in my comment in the work room right at the very tippy top of all the comments.