I was laying in bed this morning wondering what the Internet must sound like when all the Americans shut up at the same time, filling their chattering mouths with turkey and pie.
Which led me to wonder if the rest of the world will get more work done today. Which led me to wonder more specifically about my own International fan base . . .
I suspect Poobomber's routine won't change much . . . he'll punctuate his smoking with hilarious post after hilarious post and our feed readers will be as stuffed as we are at the end of the day. Reading his posts will be a welcome reprieve from listening to Aunt Judy talk about her recent bunion surgery.
I heard Spud Mack has gone missing. He was last seen carrying a brown bag full of vegemite sandwiches and muttering about finally getting some peace from the American earbashers. I suspect he's been in the theater ever since Australia opened over there yesterday.
Katrocket can't be bothered to miss us. She's too busy paying attention to her new blog Fire That Agency. I guess I can forgive her callous disregard for my addiction to rocketradio because all of our favorite funny people are over there talking about bad advertising campaigns. You should bookmark it and go back when you've recovered from your tryptophan coma but are still too stuffed to move and have to sit in one spot with your pants unbuttoned.
I imagine The Imaginary Reviewer's day filled with imagining a traditional Thanksgiving dinner in an American home and being thankful he doesn't really have to be there after this week's deluge of horror stories about creepy, angry, belligerent, intolerable family members who scared (scarred?) us as children and are still across the table.
Here's hoping you guys have a productive day. As soon as we can escape without being noticed we'll be back to see what you've accomplished.