The 4 day weekend was a nice break from the stressful weeks we’ve been having at work lately. The rest of the year is scheduled so tight, though, and there’s little room for any delays. It’s back to hell tomorrow but until then I can tell ya about the Thanksgiving weekend.

Thanksgiving is always one of the nicer holidays where I just deal with the family. Every year it’s pretty much the same deal. I arrive at my Uncle’s place in a separate car from the rest of the family. The car is key later on in the night when you want to leave early. I immediately find a place on the couch where I can stretch out and stuff myself full of cocktail shrimp and deviled eggs. After about an hour of being courteously awake, I lay out in front of the fireplace and go to sleep until we’re ready to eat. I’m awoken usually by my Mom telling me to get to the table. This is where I actually wish I had a lot more family living around me so there just wasn’t enough room at the table and I could go and eat in front of the TV. After dinner I head on back over to the fireplace to work off the turkey coma I throw myself into every year. Another hour passes until I awake and leave. Thanksgiving done.

Friday rolled around and I get up very late. Very very late. I’m bored so I do the stupidest thing anyone could do the day after Thanksgiving. I go shopping. Call up a friend and we’re off to the mall for a couple hours. Did I mention how much I hate people, especially people in groups? We’re practically boxing our way through mall. Don’t let the little old white ladies fool you either. Their intent to rush is far greater than mine. Mr. Reaper knocks on their back door and they have no problem whacking your feet out with their walkers if it’s gonna get them out of the food court faster. Those tricky bitches.

Saturday comes up and it’s about that time I’m thinking, “I need to buy a lot of Christmas decorations I really don’t need and throw them all over the lawn of my parent’s house.” Head on over to Osh and pick up tons of lights, cables, fake deer, etc… I get to the rent’s place and turn on “festive mode”. I was gonna decorate the place up with a bunch of Jew stars, Hannukah (Channuka, Chaunaka, Chanukah, whatever) candles, and dradles, but I don’t think my super white, super Republican, super Christian family would have found it as amusing and I might have. A friend told me to just throw in a bunch of subliminal 666 references and penis’, so I’ll see what I can do next weekend.

Sunday is here now and I did pretty much nothing. It is the day of rest after all. Went to Ikea with my Mom to pick up a nice stand for the bad ass TV they bought for the living room and that’s about it. It’s just a TV so I’m thinking I’ll get them the DVD player and home theater system for Christmas or something.

That’s it. Anything interesting happen with anyone else?

Strong Bad e-mail #90 came out last week. Learn how Thanksgiving came about in Strong Badia.

Happy Turkey Day to all. Now go throw yourselves into a turkey coma.

Since I hadn’t really updated my photo album in a while, I decided to start catching up this week. Unfortunately, it’s kinda gotten out of hand so I’ve started to move everything over to a new gallery system using Gallery. It makes updating so cake now. You can check out my new gallery at http://gallery.roguegeek.com. There are a couple new things in there already. I will no longer update the old photo album.

For the last year I’ve been trying to come up with a new name for this site. the-journals.com was originally intended for something completely different, but it fell through because my friends are slackers and it was just convenient to take it over for my blog. The truth is I’ve never really liked the name. Too generic. Too boring. Not personal enough. Over the last year I’ve bought countless domain names when any idea popped up in my head. I think that’s all done now with this weekend bringing me a name that I really like.

Anyway, let’s see how long it actually takes me to get it up. It’s not like I have to do tons of work. I’ve just been in a damn lazy mood the entire year.

Michigan 35, Ohio St. 21 Yes!!! Now USC just needs to do their job with UCLA in 3 hours and the Trojans should be looking at a nice #2 spot in the BCS rankings.

Update: USC 47, UCLA 22 It is done. Now let’s hope the BCS doesn’t screw the Trojans over come Monday.

I was looking through some old posts and found a note to self written a little more than a year ago. It’s what happens when I have too much time to think. Was kinda interesting so I thought I’d put it out there again. It’s funny. A year has past and I pretty much feel the same way. Talk about a lack of progression.

USC 45, Arizona 0

Hmm. We just had a blackout for like 10 minutes. Everyone in the complex was up and walking around with candles. All is well now, though. We had quite the rain and lightning on Wednesday so I’m guessing that had something to do with it. Los Angeles basically shuts down when it rains that hard, but I love it. Tonight was straight “get down, make love” weather.

By the way, if you haven’t seen the Paris Hilton sex video yet, enjoy (NSFW). Read more about it here. She’s now officially in my top 20. If you’re on Mac OSX, you can download the new Windows Media Player 9 released last week to view the video.

I haven’t been able to do one of my larger spending sprees on Tuesday for a while now, but today broke that pattern. Enter Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines, Finding Nemo, John Mayer: Any Given Thursday, and Steven Spielberg Presents: Taken. Mmm, 10 hour mini-series.

I took a little trip to the witch doctors today and boy oh boy, that was a lot of fun. I get there at 2pm with no appointment and leave 3 hours later. The actual examination took no more than 5 minutes. Is this seriously how it’s suppose to work? There’s gotta be a better way to streamline whatever god awful process they’re using to get patients in and out of there. Time for someone to pull out a root cause. The good news is I didn’t have to get any shots (scary needles). The bad news is I have bronchitis. I called the parents to tell them what was going on (because they should at least pretend to be concerned about what happens to their little boy’s life). Apparently I’ve had it many times as a baby. Thanx for the “heads up” Mom and Pop. In turn, I go and steal all of their food, drinks, and toilet paper. It’s nice to live close the the parents. ;)