Gone, like a turkey in the corn.

The headline for this post is one of those random lines that’s been stuck in my head ever since hearing it in the Twin Peaks movie back in 1992. I believe the line was something close to, “She’s gone, James. Like a turkey in the corn.”

Anyway, that sprung into mind when shooting this photo of one of the “wine cork turkeys” my wife and I made for Thanksgiving a few weeks back. And it’s sorta appropriate considering how fast this past month (and year, really) has flown by.

Luckily, most of my family has taken a pact not to buy each other gift this holiday season – mainly focusing on the kids and grandkids – so I’ve been somewhat immune to the ‘black fridays’, ‘cyber mondays’ and ‘fifteen more emails from amazon.com tuesdays’ this year. That’s not to say I haven’t been tempted to get little presenty items here and there.

Luckily/Unluckily, much of my spending has been curbed after having to nuke my checkcard when I found that someone in the Czech Republic has been using it to make fraudulent charges. Fortunately, I caught-on rather quickly and the damage was minimal – although I was slightly disturbed that my bank didn’t get wise to it, considering the charges look like your classic, “We’ve noticed some unusual activity on your account” sort of thing.

Cyber-theft aside, all is going well. I haven’t watched the last episode of V yet, though I have seen that SNL “Reba” video about 5 trillion times. The Sons of Anarchy season finale was spectacular. And I’ve started to get over my aversion to PVP games, spending countless late-nite hours playing Ground War scenarios in Modern Warfare 2 – we even went so far as to start up a clan. The game limits your clan name to only 4 characters, so Hasser came up with H1N1 as our title. Classic.