How cold is it where you live?

Where I live is colder. I mean, it’s even colder than Chicago, and, baby, that’s co-co-cold.

That’s me above inside 5 layers of T-shirts + sweater + Pendleton-blanket-lined leather jacket (which alone weighs more than my wife and/or our dog.)

So, seriously, how cold is it where you live right now?

Hmm, just saw a similar pose of a guy people used to think was me. Ah, the golden age of self idolization!

(Not Larry Brody, but once upon a time my 4 year old daughter thought so)

LYMI, LB

Why I will never say “Happy Thanksgiving!”

(via gocomics.com)

The good news is that I recently learned that the historical bit about the U.S. Army deliberately giving the tribes on the trail of tears contaminated blankets is a myth.

The bad news is that our Thanksgiving is also a myth, which I believe most people know but celebrate anyway. Let’s face it, if the new arrivals and the long-established Indian People of the Americas had really made nice to each other in early days, everything here would be a hell of a lot different.

The cartoon at the top of this page is the only way I can let myself acknowledge what this day is. Humor may not be the meaning of life, but it sure as hell helps us through it.

(via good ole GoComics.Com)

LYMI, LB