Pure German Stainless Steele.
I’ve been around this weekend. Friends folded into Family, family fixed us up with food, Jessica kissed Stein and my flat tire was resurrected to Die Another Day. It was a good vacation to get some needed things done in a murky cloud of way-to-much overtime and episodic television. Luckily, amidst everything, I had my rock, – The Miracle Blade knife system. For good or ill, this infomercial keeps me grounded. It’s my guardian angel, following me from department store, to the mechanics waiting room, to friends homes, and to the local pub. Everywhere I go there is that slick cuttin’ god-damn-son-of-bitch carving up tomatoes, beverage cans, and (gasp!) his own damn cutting board. It’s like traveling with a good friend – an old friend. The Miracle Blade brings peace during uncertain times. I find myself ordering copious quantities from the T.V. and asking for more sets for Christmas. Fool heartedly, I thought the days of the miracle blade were over and had been laughed off the small screen years and years ago but it looks like they are back and here to comfort my passage as I toast my way into 2003. On a similar thought path, that horrible teenage freak, who gleefully peddles worthless consumerism on small children in all those holiday Wall Mart ads needs to meet an untimely and tragic death. I can not have him ruining my television experience for the next month. Seriously, I would like to punch him.

In the spirit of Thanksgiving, I am very thankful right now for:

Red Hook Blond Ale

South Park

Ernest Hemigway’s Islands In The Stream

Jimmy Carter

Cardboard

Good stories told by family and friends

Assorted peanuts (salted)

Snail Mail (except bills)

Cuba

People who don’t talk during movies.

Suede

Leftovers

Oldsmobiles