Thursday, November 25, 2004

Kickin' out the Fambly Jams here in Watchung

Yuppity yuppers, I'm here at the rents' new condo in Watchung, (Dirty Jerz). The jury is still out -- is "Watchung" the Law & Order noise, or is "Watchung" what the Beatles are singing in "Come Together" ? It seems to work both ways: The elite forces of the Special Victims Unit (WATCHUNG) vs. (WATCHUNG) doodle-y doo doo, Here come ol' flat-top.

We had a Thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat (hooray for vegetables) and there were no (overt) fambly fights this year. Hip hip hooray! Just the usual passive aggressive sniping and snippity-ness. And neurotic Jewhavior, but that comes with the territory.

I'm being anti-social by horking my dad's laptop so this is a short entry. All I ask, friends, is that you spend this Thanksgiving evening thinking about joining the Alice's Restaurant movement and walking into the draft office and singing, "You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant" so maybe they'll think you're crazy or a faggot or perhaps (hopefully) part of the movement. The Alice's Restaurant movement, which represents basically everything I've ever idealized about the 60s -- except for littering. I'm not so into the littering. But, everything else.

So, enjoy your time on the group W bench, alongside the father-rapists and the murderers. That's what friends are for, after all.

Enjoy all your over-the-rivering and through-the-woodsing and fambly-or-friends time. I've got to go rock some pilates to make up for that extra helping of acorn squash.

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