I hope everyone had a nice Thanksgiving holiday, as I know I did. The turkey this year was the best turkey I’ve ever had. This year the turkey was one of those roaming birds that are prepared the day before Thanksgiving, and also the experiment with soaking a cheesecloth in sauce before spreading it over the bird to keep it from drying out was a complete success. It was nice over the long weekend to have some authentic chinese food as well, as the Asian population in Williamsburg drops 10% every time I leave town. To counteract the effects of all this good food, I played a ton of basketball. It was good getting on a court again, and the weather was beautiful. To my surprise, I wasn’t rusty at all, and I smoked my brother with the newest addition to my arsenal, the runner in the lane. That freakin’ shot was like 15/18. Sadly, my fantasy NBA team did not fare so well, suffering its first loss at the hands of Kungfucius. It was a pretty close match throughout, but injuries to Kirelenko (my first pick) and Magliore (secondary center) sunk my ship. Kenyon Martin sitting out with the flu didn’t help the cause either. So after the 4-5 loss, my team is in third, back 1.5 games. Those injured players are scheduled to be out for a few weeks, so the next few rounds are going to be rough.
I had some interesting travel experiences as well. For some reason that I cannot comprehend, strangers seem to enjoy talking to me whenever I travel. On my departing flight, I was hailed by a Hawaiian lady with a glazed over eye (not sure what that was all about, but there was something wrong with it) with a “You’re Chinese aren’t you?” WTF?! She then shot me a quick “Ni hao ma?” (it was pretty decent actually) and spent the rest of the trip telling me about her plans for her Thanksgiving in Las Vegas. I was polite, but in my mind I wanted to shake her violently and tell her to be quiet. Did I mention that I had to wake up at 4:30 AM to catch this flight?
Still, I’m glad to be back, and the cottage managed to withstand 4 days of Hurricane Sydney. He definitely missed me though, and has been following me around everywhere. He also keeps trying to get my attention by “talking” to me constantly, and it’s starting to get excessive. I swear I’m not antisocial!
Blah, the oven broke down at the cottage (the stovetop thankfully still works), and there is a leak in the bathroom sink! It doesn’t look like it will get fixed any time soon, and I’m amazed at how tough life is without an oven. While I’m out of town for the holidays, Sydney’s going to have a petsitter. I really hope everything goes well with that, since I don’t want to come back to a cottage full of dead plants/fish/cat. I would also be happy if the petsitter didn’t loot the house. I haven’t met the sitter, but Bunky said she was nice and the only thing that Bunky detected that wasn’t good was that the petsitter smoked. Sydney seems to be in good spirits now, but over the weekend he got a slight tear in his scrotum where the incision was =’(. It seems to have healed now.
This week my fantasy NBA team sits atop the league with a 1.5 game lead. To heighten the suspense, I’m taking on Kungfucius’s team in a Sea Slugs! showdown to the DEATH. Actually it probably won’t be that exciting, since neither of us are likely to be in town for much of the week, and I don’t really plan on shuffling my lineup that much. Speaking of fantasy NBA, some poor fellow in the league completed a trade for Ron Artest right on the day that the league announced it was suspending Ron for the year due to his violent venture into the stands. That is some bad luck! Personally I think that the players were wrong for running into the stands, but at least that was understandable. But those Detroit fans… WTF! Buying a ticket does not give you a right to throw things. It’s bad enough some of the verbal garbage they spew, but throwing punches and beer cups is just too much. Fortunately, I don’t have any of the suspended players on my team, so by default I win. BTW, how much you want to bet Ron is secretly glad about this suspension so he can work on his *snicker* music career.
The blessed grilled cheese sandwich being auctioned at eBay defies words. Read up on this confoundingly stupid phenomenon here. Yeah, I know, I’m a hater.
I stayed home today cause I had a cold, but my day was considerably better than Sydney’s. Mostly cause I didn’t get castrated like he did. I took him over this morning to get neutered, and Bunky and I were able to go get him later that afternoon. Bunky eventually decided to go ahead and shell out an extra $50 bucks to get him the laser surgery; it’s hard to say no when the brochure says it seals “raw, throbbing nerves” and leads to quicker recovery. The vet said he was really playful and was doing flips after the surgery. The assistants all commented they could barely tell he had just been fixed he was so active. I’m not sure if I believe them though, cause he seems really lethargic right now. However, he looks pretty much the same (the only difference being that he is shaved and smaller in a certain area now), and he doesn’t seem to be in pain. Bunky got him this extravagent trundle bed to make up for it, but he doesn’t seem to interested in it just yet. Hopefully both of us will feel better tomorrow.
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