Tomorrow’s Thanksgiving. My entire family is getting together, and we all pitch in by bringing one entree. I’ve got to make the stuffed mushrooms this year. I’m toying with the idea of filling one – but just one – of the mushrooms with some kind of intensely strong rat poison or just a smidgen of cyanide, and watching the day unfold as a special holiday Russian Roulette celebration. Or I could just poison everybody, and after they find out, I can tell one of my sisters ‘What did you expect?! You bought me a Glenn Danzig tape when I was in the seventh grade!’
Speaking of toyed-with ideas, I had considered going into the city to watch the big setup for tomorrow’s Macy’s Parade. Then I remembered that the novelty of giant balloons lasts only a few minutes, and then you’ve got an entire day ahead of you filled with cold weather, tourists, Al Roker, and for some reason, neon dragonflies that chew gum. So I guess Thanksgiving will be pretty boring this year. You know, as opposed to the high levels of excitement Thanksgiving’s provided in years past. It’s usually so wild, so wooly, so wacky. A little over two years ago today, I did an article about Thanksgiving. Sort of. It’s got pictures of those balloons, and something about Mean Gene Okerlund dancing. Click here to read it!
New article going up later today, about Scorponok: the second largest Transformers figure ever. Woo. Oow. Owo. I’ve got another article that I like a whole lot better in preparation, but that one’ll take a little longer. Don’t miss the new Brady Christmas article, up now. Have fun stormin’ the castle. I’ll try stopping by later to answer some reader mail. If I don’t, it means a bear ate me.
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. other than that it’s perfect 
. I’m so proud!!!
Oh, I wanna Scorponok! I dun even got the BW Scorponok. I do have that crabby Lobster-part of the Tripredacus BW gestalt. O.o; He’s fugging creepy, and he’s missing his legs…yeah…Oh, matt, love tyhe Cryptozoology stuff! It’s one of my biggest hobbies. You rock! 
I just wanted to let you know two things.
1. Susan Olsen (Cindy Brady) pulled a Danny Bonaduce (went wild, but pulled out of the tailspin before a total career nosedive). She’s a Howard Stern guest celebrity type now. I think she even did some soft core porn.
2. This is bad news. The real "Tiger" actually wandered off the set of The Brady Bunch during filming one day in the 70s. He was struck and killed by a truck, but rather than replace him, or even better, show the kids mourning him, HE JUST DISAPPEARRED FOREVER! They never even mentioned him again. (Until the movie, when Carol asks ironically "Now where in the world is that darn dog?")
Sorry to be the bearer of bad news.