Showing posts with label Eight Is Enough. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Eight Is Enough. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Then, Squanto and Samoset got smallpox...


In just a little over two weeks, most of the happy people in this country will be celebrating in one way or another a fine American tradition we call Thanksgiving.

The problem is two-fold.

One, most of the miserable, unhappy people in this country will be attending as well, and sitting right next to you.

Two, the 'one way or another' usually means one way... a typically overstuffed, unhealthy and often rather bland set of oddly matched dishes called The Traditional Thanksgiving Dinner.

These two elements become one so easily when the unhappy types seem to glue their blues to you, letting you know the green bean casserole seems underdone and the stuffing was cooked inside the bird so you might want to avoid it or risk salmonella, and in fact you should probably just dump out that egg nog now and anyway, aren't you already putting on a little weight?

I know, I sound like Anti-Thanksgiving Boy. Nothing could be further from the truth.

I'm Anti-TURKEY DAY Boy.

Thanksgiving is something we all need desperately to remember far more often than the last Thursday in November. I LOVE the idea of pausing to recall and consider all of the elements of our lives for which we are so thankful. I also love the baking, the smells, the weather, sometimes I even like the ridiculous-but-have-to-have-it Parade. Friends gathering to share in a meal they all joined to create. Saying prayers, taking things easy.

But... I... HATE... Turkey Day; the wasteful, un-thankful, give-me-my-mashed-potatoes, I-wanna-sit-next-to, we-don't-discuss-that-at-the-table, gossiping, jostling, old wounds reopening, flu-passing, football shouting, food and fightin' Turkey Day.

The former is a tradition of kind, quiet conviction and reflection. The latter, what most of us mostly get every year. How perfect that we have turned a tradition of gratitude into an accepted wanton display of Greed and Gluttony (2 of the 7 Big Deadlies, kids).

Even if I was a big fan of the meal (and wow am I not), the whole feel of 'everyone's getting together at so-and-so's at noon to glut on things you generally wouldn't touch the rest of the year in order to say We Had Thanksgiving' is just... oh, I don't know.

Annoying. Disappointing.

A drag.

So this year, I'm going to do something I've never done before (because I've never had a Hallowe'en pub to do it in before).

Now, I'm not going to avoid my relatives' homes or hide in a coffin somewhere; I have a big wonderful family and this Anti-Turkey Day rant should not be seen as a poor reflection of them. I will be giving thanks with family and friends on the 28th. No 29th. Oh right the 26th... whenever the hell it is.

No, my deal is this. Starting this Thursday, at least once every day for the two weeks leading up to Thanksgiving Day, I'm going to post about something, anything, for which I am thankful and glad. I will post about things for which YOU should also be thankful and glad. Even if it's people you don't even know or care about, I'm going to convince you of your need to be thankful for them.

It will certainly be people. It may also be toys. Or food, sure. Wine (ooh, good post)... we'll see.

But fear not! The Skull & Pumpkin is in no danger of becoming a Thanksgiving pub. We love all the holidays here, there's just a cover charge of being Hallowe'en and horror related, and a two drink minimum and maximum if you can't find that relationship quickly enough.

Alas, Turkey Day may take me to some weird places geographically, emotionally and gastronomically... but at least here at the Skull & Pumpkin, on Thanksgiving Day and every day, we can always know where we really stand on the things that matter most, rather than where we sit. Or if there's enough elbow room, or butter, or lousy chocolate pie.



Well, wait a sec -- that does look good...

Friday, July 31, 2009

And speaking of pubs...

Here at the Skull & Pumpkin, we take our bar seriously. So... Behold! Kong... or something kind of apelike...



I guess this will make him a Monkey Bar *ya-dat-dat-tadat-dat-BOOM!*
I must explain. I DID NOT MAKE THIS thing. It was made by I don't know whom for a show here in town (pretty much a tribute to Mighty Joe Young; a girl played piano and this was underneath halfway through the song, lifting and turning her and the piano). When it had outlived whatever usefulness it once had, it found its way to my back porch (I have an image of it crawling slowly up our hill to get to my house, terrifying or amusing people along the way... I think like that).

Fittingly, it would have to crawl up Animal Safari Road to get to our house.

So... it had been living on my back porch for years.
Taking up space.
Becoming a spider apartment complex.
Eating all the bananas.

At any rate, we are turning our deck theming from pirates to old jungle safari (we're not Disneyland fans or anything) and V said 'You know, we need a monkey up here. Maybe a really big one holding up the bar..."
I thought it was a great idea! "YEAH!," I said, "like it was crashing through the decking, holding up our bar like some backstreet wino Mighty Joe Young!" Or something, I don't recall.

No it's not a Hallowe'en prop, though I suppose I will have it in the display one of these years should it survive its term on the deck.
Yes, I will be making it look better than this -- at the moment he looks like Nicholas from Eight Is Enough wearing a fanged Ewok costume. I will paint new eyes, add better teeth (or at least make the current ones better), and we'll fashion a bar top for it. OH, and we'll add splintered wood planks around him to make it look like... well, whatever, you get the idea. I'll update when I do.

And I know his name is Adam Rich. I was trying to be funny.

Ape out-