This is a Thanksgiving post. Bob Richburg, Mr. I Hate Adam Because He Leaned on a Chalkboard, says we have a serious assignment where we're supposed to thank people for things. 10 people. And write three letters to people. Heartfelt. Honest. Really tearful stuff, grab a tissue. Well, Bob Richburg, no. No, I'm not going to do that. Not because I think the idea is stupid, which it's not, but because you're assigning it. Just like I didn't give to your charity because you begged. You don't force people to do charitable things. That defeats the whole purpose.

So thank you to everybody in the whole entire world, I love you all and wish you well.

Real post coming soonish(ish).