Black Friday.
Most people I know have today off from work (notably not including my hubby). Watching football yesterday (the national Thanksgiving pastime) peppered me with more than enough ads about this or that holiday sale. Most of these sales were starting this morning at 4 a.m. Now I'm an early bird by nature, but I cannot imagine with joy participating in any of these capitalistic love fests. It just makes me shudder and cringe.
So for my Black Friday, I'm knitting squares (no surprise there), making pumpkin ravioli, drinking coffee and going grocery shopping. The coffee shop and the grocery store (tasks I've already done) were relatively free of the freakish nature of Black Friday.
In lieu of Black Friday antics, I have also been singing some of That Old Time Religion (filk style). While most of the verses are probably offensive to somebody, they still manage to tickle my funny bone. The list is constantly being updated, and touches on everything from religions past and present to programming languages, fictional characters and more. So, excuse me I need to go sing about Gozer, or maybe the Flying Spaghetti Monster, which is on my mind because I was winding hanks into balls this morning.
Flying Spaghetti Monster
FSM may be a doodle,
But a God who looks like food'll,
Sure know how to use His Noodle:
to make mountain, midgit, tree.
