The Kickoff, or The Startup, or any other title meaning the same thing as "The First Post," but not actually called "The First Post."

So....yeah.
First post.
The one that makes the big first impression.
Meaning I should put effort into in, and not just say something about Thanksgiving.

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Oh hey, did I mention that it was Thanksgiving yesterday?
Yeah, it was. I probably didn't have to tell you that, but I needed a semi-plausible segway.
Anyway.
Thanksgiving has always felt a little off to me. I don't like to eat that much, and the amount of preparation it requires means I am not allowed in the kitchen, except when it's time to clean up.
This year was somewhat better. We got an extra day off from school. I was sick, but not in the way that makes you feel like puking. Basically, it meant that I got to lie around in bed all day. And then eat food. And then go back to bed. I like days like that.
But the best part of this whole thing are the traditions that go along with it. And no, I don't meant dressing up like pilgrims. I mean hanging out with friends to do some seemingly random, possibly stupid, incredibly fun stuff.
The first thing we did falls mostly into the "random" category. A dozen of us went and watched the movie Thankskilling. The acting was terrible, the turkey was a puppet, and there were a couple bestiality scenes(well, implied bestiality. It would have been weird otherwise. Well, weird-er) According to its website, it was made in 11 days with a budget of under $3500. Yeah, it was awesome. I'm hoping it becomes a yearly thing.
The other thing we did was definitely stupid, but even more fun. Thanksgiving Disc(Ultimate Frisbee.) I live in Maine. It gets cold in Maine. Especially in the afternoon. That's why we played from 2-4. In the afternoon. So it's somewhere between 20 and 30 degrees, plus an enormous amount of wind that froze us in place and made it impossible to pass. There was a huge puddle of mud that was conveniently located in the middle of the field, right where everyone was running. And slipping. And often falling. And getting covered in mud that would seep through your clothes and freeze you even more. Anybody who played deserves a medal of awesomeness.

On a side note: Cats plus snow equals humor. The first year we took them out, one bolted back inside, and the other decided that as I looked reasonably snow free, she was going to claw her way up my arm, and latch onto my head. And she stayed there until we got back inside. This year was better. They just stood on a tiny patch of wood, and looked incredibly piteous. And rather murderous. If I turn up dead, don't be surprised.