I like holidays, I think I've mentioned this before. October is my favorite holiday month besides December, obviously because of Christ-day which is the best holiday. Not because I'm some christain wacko or something, I just like Christmas.
This weekend is Thanksgiving. For some reason Canada has its thanksgiving in an entirely different month than the US, why? because we made our own calendar with 17 months, we have two Marches, two February's and one Cranbruary. Also, only Canada, Korea, Australia and Russia celebrate thanksgiving in October.
The foundations for thanksgiving amuse me. We celebrate the white man and the american native sitting down to a dinner of turkey and mashed potatoes, then the white man bringing new diseases, weapons, and then screwing them out of their whole country. I'll bet thanksgiving isn't too big a deal on your average Native Reserve.
I had a nice big dinner with my family. My Dad is doing a new thing with his job, my brother is doing some cool stuff with his job, me and my mom are not doing anything at all. I explained the SETI project to my family, my brother thought is was cool, my Dad thought it was dumb. I rambled on about computers, my brother rambled on about business, we talked about all kinds of goofy crap, it was awesome.
The point of thanksgiving I guess is to be thankful. Be grateful you are given the gift to haul your crusty bumpy shell of a body around a world full of beauty and potential. Be grateful you can share this gift with people who love you, even if you are crusty and bumpy. You get where I'm going.
I hate living, I hate everyone except my friends and family, I hate capitalism, communism, the sky and the moon. But I'm still grateful for all of it. The fact that a jerk like me gets to have all these amazing inventions and schemes to rail against is just, wow. Things can suck, people can suck, it can even seem impossible to fathom a tomorrow that won't be worse than today. But it can be, it probably won't be, but it could be. As shitty as things can get, they can also be really fucking good. I'm getting preachy.
I was tooling along in my 323 today and I saw a very small person walking down the sidewalk. As I drove past her I said to myself, is that a midget or just a really tiny woman? I don't know to tell you truth, but it reminded me also of how now I'm grateful for midgets. I want to think that in some way that tiny woman is also grateful for midgets. I hope she realizes that as fucking retarded as most peoples perceptions of her are, she has something they can't possibly appreciate. I'm grateful that we aren't all the same. That nature or God or Darth Vader has created a universe where there can be so much difference. That everything is still unique, even if it is uniquely boring, shitty, or no more than 36 inches tall.
So I'm grateful, I'm alive, I still have all the digits, toes, eyes and most of the organs I came into the world with. I have a 323, a fancy computer, a sturdy Tipi and all the buffalo I can hunt for the coming winter.