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  <subtitle>Much ado about the usual nothing.</subtitle>
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    <title>Turkeymas 2007</title>
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    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<p>Through rain and hellish traffic, the 4-hour drive to Brian and Suzan's took just over 5.5 hours.  We were grateful to have arrived there safe and sound, regardless of the hour.  I love Thanksgivings with them, because it's a Thanksgiving of introversion; you don't have to sneak off to take time for yourself or make phone calls or just be alone.  It's understood and encouraged, and I took advantage of it.</p>
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    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<p>Through rain and hellish traffic, the 4-hour drive to Brian and Suzan's took just over 5.5 hours.  We were grateful to have arrived there safe and sound, regardless of the hour.  I love Thanksgivings with them, because it's a Thanksgiving of introversion; you don't have to sneak off to take time for yourself or make phone calls or just be alone.  It's understood and encouraged, and I took advantage of it.</p>
<p>Brian ushered me into the computer room to hear something he had recorded.  What started out as a normal audio blurb for his podcast turned into <a href="http://www.whatthecast.com/2007/11/22/whatthequickie-turkeymas-nov-22-2007/">a recording of his reading</a> of my admittedly batshit-insane entry, '<a href="http://domesticat.net/node/1422">The Legend of Turkeymas</a>.'</p>
<p>Or, as I said a few times that night, I'm not going to be able to live that entry down any time soon.  What can I say?  The level of insanity in the IT department was high on the day before Thanksgiving ... er, Turkeymas.</p>
<p>My photos trailed off as the day went on and I began to run out of social steam.  I was glad of dinner, but watching and hearing my friends play Rock Band reminded me of something I should keep in mind for the future:  karaoke makes my skin crawl.  I don't know why I react so adversely, but I do.  I found it easier to stay in the back room with my checked-out copy of <em>Flatland</em>, which I raced through much more quickly than I expected.</p>
<p>The next day was harder, but that's the next entry.  Know this:  Brian Richardson makes one hell of a good turkey.  Photos are here:</p>
<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/domesticat/sets/72157603273903608" title="2007-11 Turkeymas!"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2402/2058311464_494c2e758d_m.jpg" alt="2007-11 Turkeymas!" title="2007-11 Turkeymas!"  class=" flickr-photoset-img" height="240" width="161" /></a></p>
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