For those who are too preoccupied to click through everything and want to know up front exactly what’s for sale, I have:

• 90-gallon aquarium + stand/cabinet, $420
• Tall Adult Crutches (5’10″ – 6’6″), $20 sold!
• Apex DT502 Digital TV DTV converter, $14 sold!
• A plethora of Canon Inkjet Cartridges, $19 sold!
• Amplified AM/FM Car Antenna, $9
• ATX 24-pin female to 20-pin male adapter, $1

So far, I’m annoyed by several counterintuitive things on Snow Leopard. Hopefully I’ll be able to work it all out before someone dies. The main one is: Illustrator CS4 doesn’t allow opening a file by drag-and-drop onto the application, but Photoshop CS4 does. To be fair, it’s probably an Adobe issue, not an OS issue, but regardless, it’s seriously fucking up my workflow. My quest for a streamlined workflow continues.

Last year I was working at the Apple Store and spent T-day in Vegas alone. By the time my shift ended at the Apple Store, all the places were done serving turkey dinners. So I said, “Fuck it, I’m gonna stop by Jackson’s Bar & Grill to get me an awesomely tasty burger and play video poker.” They were right down the street and had Gambler’s Choice and comped me Heinekens for playing. Then I played PS2. That was my night.

This year — festivities! First stop, parents’ house. It was overtaken by my brother and his fiancée’s family, which was awesome. We all drank beer and hung out and had a grand old time. I stuffed my face with a turkey drumstick, then ate most of the smoked salmon. Why they had smoked salmon I have no idea, but I was stoked because I was craving it for a while (since I had it last at Swan Oyster Depot in SF).  Then I got my back adjusted before I left for phase 2…

Road trip to Palm Desert to see Connie and family. Fucking awesome! I had smoked turkey for the first time outside of a sandwich. Phenomenal! We enjoyed Mad Libs quite a bit; Charlene had the best one. Adjective — yellow. The sentence read something like, “I went to gather all my yellow friends.” Man, ROFL for all of us!

On Black Friday Barrett and I went to GameStop to get Barrett some video games, then Connie and I went to Tilted Kilt, which totally fucking rocks! We found out it’s a chain that started at the Rio in Vegas then moved HQ to Tempe. That place fucking rocks. All the chicks there were pretty hot, and it was a good time. Beer came in a 24 oz. glass. We had a little discussion about sports. Connie pissed behind a bush on the way home.  It was a good date.

Saturday was time to go back home, but on the way home I stopped by Shea and Kris’s in Lake Elsinore. We drank some PBRs and I played some video games with Logan for a while. That kid is pretty amazingly skillful with hand-eye coordination, but he’s still a whiny, bratty 6-year old. Funny shit!

Then was the trip back home. Windy trek through Ortega Hwy. It’s really not as bad coming back from Elsinore as it is going there. This was the best Thanksgiving I’ve had in at least 10 years, as far as I can remember. Childhood is different because your fingers are small enough to stick into the black olives and pumpkin pie is still new.

It was definitely an experience! The wings came in a thick, gritty soup of hot sauce. First bite, windpipe became constricted. Not unbearably hot though. Oh, it burned, but I had more painful heat from a little green pepper my dad fed me a week earlier. The hot sauce burned everywhere — fingers, lips, cheeks, mouth, stomach, and (later) asshole. The wings were hard to swallow — I could only finish 3 in 10 minutes. Connie did 5!

The aftermath: I had massive stomach pain and threw up later that night. My stomach decided to empty itself like I was drunk or something.

Connie’s stomach was fine, but her taste buds were fucked up for a couple days. She said things tasted sour. I guess I’m glad that didn’t happen to me! I knew Connie wouldn’t have any problems with the heat. She sucks down hot stuff better than I can!

I took home as much of the sauce as I could. I’ve been putting it on everything. I keep craving the shit, and it’s fine until it hits my stomach, at which point it seems to catch my asshole on fire as it shoots out of it.

What I learned: Not being a competitive eater at all, I didn’t think I could finish 12 wings that quickly, but I knew I could take the heat. I gotta keep training, is all. My next strategy for the challenge: suck the sauce off the wing and use it to wash down the previous bite. Now where around here do they serve wings for cheap?

So ever since the Driven A.D. tour got canceled about 2 weeks ago, I’ve been keeping busy doing website work. Tomorrow I get to drive up to Palm Desert and see Connie for the first time in a month. And I get to build Legos® and play video games with Barrett. Shit yeah!