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The original, since 2002. I explicitly disavow necessarily agreeing and/or disagreeing with any statements made prior to 2013, unless confirmed after that timeframe. I also explicitly disavow necessarily agreeing with any statements I make involving your mother, unless clearly framed as being factual. I implicitly disavow [redacted], which I've redacted because if I went right out and said it then it wouldn't be implicit. Parental Advisory: Implicit Context. Subsidization isn't something I'm heavily into in most areas, but it's pretty rad when the Big Guy does it for our personal character/eternal redemption. I also really, really like making polls.
Recommended reading for those visiting for the first time:
--Autumn Rain Prologue
--Bean vs Deadpool
--Grandpa Lewanut Loses a Refrigerator
--The Bumbleking Christmas Miracle
--Prints in the Sand
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First off, I'm thankful to have my family together for Thanksgiving, without any fighting this time about “you're eating a dead thing” “plants are what food eats” and all that. I'm also thankful that none of my recipes turned out utterly wretched, and my pies were amazing with a capital Z. I'm thankful that I had enough time on my hands to dedicate twelve hours to making said pies, which is another way of saying I'm thankful I'm unemployed. (Dairy-free whip was another hour.) I'm also thankful that Thanksgiving dinner was a group effort, with five out of seven attendees contributing; and of course I'm thankful that I didn't have to do all the dishes myself. Unfortunately, I can't bring myself to be thankful that the rest of the family celebrated Bleck Friday a day early, sitting on the couch and groaning (or worse, napping in the spot the Christmas tree was going to go). I'm also thankful that my dad finally got up and let us put the tree in place, even if I did have to threaten to set him on fire.
For a wider look at my past couple of weeks, I'm thankful that in the span of an afternoon I was able to fix a problem I created in my operating system, and I'm thankful that in the span of a week I was able to fix the problem I created when I fixed the other problem. I'm thankful to have built my health back up in time to properly appreciate Bleck Friday in its original context. I'm also thankful that, despite the rest of the family's flagrant lack of OCD, we've managed to not give anybody severe food poisoning. And only a member of the entitlement generation could fail to be thankful that not only do I have internet, but I'm using that internet to share my wonderfulness with all of you plebeians. It is with joy in my heart that I say I'm thankful that I don't have an entitlement complex, just a superiority complex. And I'm thankful that in my near-infinite wisdom, I am able to correct my family when they err. From their offerings of high-velocity bric-a-brac, I'm sure they too are thankful.
Okay, I strayed excessively from the intended point of this journal, so much that I'm not sure I even touched on it. If you see the point out in public, dust it for my fingerprints. That's not weird or anything. But so you know what it looks like, I'll describe it thusly: unlike the vast majority of human beings who've existed and exist, we don't have to work the ground all day and hope it turns into enough food to sustain the family. What I'm really thankful for is having problems that are not even problems, not really, but just a way to keep us from going bored with the safety of modern first-world life. But straying from the point, into discussion past and future, it's a bittersweet pill to have as an addiction. All material abundance comes from somewhere. The closing link shall demonstrate the sort of thought that comes out of being born into oblivious privilege, as part of the world's 5% (which includes the Occupy “99%”).