I Thank You

I’d like to take this opportunity during this Thanksgiving Week to give thanks for things that make my life better.

First, I want to thank whoever is tracking everything TFG has done since January of 2025, so that it can be reversed once sanity returns to the office. (Assuming the current discontent carries over to next November and the Current Occupant is unable to postpone/cancel the election, spike the results, or overthrow the whole thing.) 

Never has someone been so destructive in so many areas in such a short amount of time. The List will be immense, so the task is daunting. I think it would be easier to obtain all the Infinity Stones, put them into the gauntlet, and snap your fingers for a complete reset than to fix each abomination one by one. We truly have our work cut out for us, but that depends on people keeping copious notes. (Don’t look at me, I have important Retired Guy things to do, like figure out how Medicare works.)

Speaking of retirement, I give thanks that I had the means to step away from the corporate world rather than submit to their insanity, and then survive their final retribution of canning my ass. If I hadn’t been socking money away like a demented hoarder for the last 15 years, I’d be screwed. As I’ve mentioned before, if that had happened to me ten years earlier, I’d have been in dire straits. (That money is NOT for nothing.)

I’m immensely thankful for my wife, Sweetpea, without whom I wouldn’t have survived the COVID Era, let alone the Laid Off Era. When we got together, she brought as much to the table as I did, and has been a steadfast partner through thick and thin. Without her, I’d have spent three years alone in my apartment going stir-crazy. Not that I like being around crowds of people, but it’s good to talk to somebody once in a while. If not for her, I’d have probably caught an early version of COVID from going out to bars, movies, and sports events, before it was really safe to do so. In fact, my liver thanks her as well because I would have become an everyday regular down at the local bar, which would have been my only human contact.

She was the reason I was able to take my mom in for nine months after Dad passed. Even working from home, I could not have done that myself. Our world was tossed upside-down because of my side of the family, a mere three years after getting married, so her understanding made the whole situation possible.

Lastly, I’m thankful to you for stopping by to read my brain droppings. There aren’t many of you left, so I appreciate every click you give me. I think I’m getting more bots than eyeballs anymore. I don’t know if they’re government spook-bots looking for dissention, or AI skimmers wanting to refine their snarky writing capabilities, or just web crawlers looking to monetize, digitize, and serve with fries. I’m thankful for every human who stops by, especially if they have something to add.

I hope you have a safe and peaceful Thanksgiving. See you next week, for the onset of…DAH DAH DAHHHHH… Christmas Season!

(I put the over/under on how many times I hear that plinky-plinky Nutcracker theme in commercials at 350,000.)

 

Director's DVD Commentary: One last thanks to Sam and Dave, and ZZ Top for the post title.