Hey, folks. Happy Thanksgiving if you’re in this specific weird place rather than a different weird place. I hope you got some time to yourself to think for a second. Maybe some good sales on games or books and whatnot. A chance to see people you love. A chance to avoid people you don’t love. A chance to figure out who would die first if your extended family had a Poseidon Adventure situation.
Whether or not this holiday is for you, thank you for subscribing to this dumb little Substack. I have no idea what I’m doing and I’m grateful for all of you who’ve stuck by as I make mistake after mistake.
I thought I’d share some photos from my Thanksgiving.
Dinner started promptly at 1:00 pm. (This food is for one person.)
I genuinely got this angle wrong on a pie. (Also for one person.)
Here’s a hand turkey I made on my fridge. (No one else here.)
God help us all.
Thanksgiving is a depressing holiday. We are giving thanks to the indigenous people who saved the colonizers who murdered all but a very small percentage of them- including women and children.
If we were a fair and just society- we would eat dry crackers and water and have a remembrance day for the people who were murdered and whose land we are living on- while they live on reservations with no electricity and no running water.
Remembering the Genocide of Native Americans Day. Fixed it.