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more like space greatest hits :: i'm thankful i don't have to eat it

it being canadian thanksgiving, i'm seeing a lot of my friends talking about the things for which they are grateful. my day started when lulu kicked my water glass off my night table, shattering it [the glass, not the table] just as the sky was showing the first hints of light. while doing clean-up, i managed to slice my thumb open right on that point where you can feel the pulse, so blood spurted for about three hours.

i'm thankful for band-aids.

but seeing everyone else be so grateful and gracious made me think that i should at least try to write something about feeling thankful. but doing a lot of typing is out of the question because of the cut on my thumb, as well as the unrelated [but also lulu-based] cut in the corner of my pinky finger. that's when i remembered a post i did about thanksgiving way back in the early days of the blog.

i am thankful for being able to recycle content.

when i went to check said post, i was delighted to discover the fact that the woman responsible for the original atrocity posted photos submitted by others of their own variations on her theme. you can check 'em out by clicking the link below.

i am thankful for links that still work.

i am thankful for people who do weird things to make the world a more wonderful place.

i am thankful that i have a place to post this stuff and that people like you read it. 

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as if elizabeth hicock's scale model of san francisco cast in jello weren't enough, here's an appetizing (?) thanksgiving non-dinner made from, you guessed it, jello. personally, i find jello creepy at the best of times (i think it has to do with the way it moves... food should not jiggle), and it's a toss-up whether i find it more unnerving as a food-like substance or a sculptural medium.

courtesy of boing boing

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