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.