Breakfast of Champions: 11/26


Our new slideshow from the Against Me! and Sage Francis show at First Avenue on Friday night includes a recounting by yours truly to go with the photos by Daniel Corrigan. The review is pasted into the photo captions, so click on through and give it a gander.

Life is funny. At least, the members of The Other Side Project are funny. And they are alive. Therefore, life is funny. It's simple logic, the transitive property. QED. Ponder the essential truths located in this statement, or just read my review of the local sketch comedy troupe's inaugural performance from last night. Watch the photo slideshow, too.

Three new posts are up at Balls!, our sports blog. Have a look at Eric Refsland's glorious account of the Vikings' heroic road victory. Watch the video he embeds of a previous Eli Manning collapse. Enjoy. Eric is so giddy over this win, he even floats the possibility of a wild card berth.

Did someone say: playoffs? You know I'm taking any excuse to link to this:

Next time anybody screws anything up around here, I'm going to do my best Jim Mora impression and say, "In my opinion that sucked."

Also on Balls!: Bummed that the Twins didn't re-sign Torii Hunter? If the reason is you'll miss his skills and personality, absolutely. If you think it would have been a good baseball signing, though, think again. So say I. More recently, Jonathan Kaminsky laments a Wolves' loss that brings the team to a lowly 1-10.


This link actually sounds like an absurdist comedy sketch that The Other Side Project might come up with, but apparently it's real. The headline is "China Recycling Used Condoms as Cheap Hair Bands." Not "hair bands" like Poison, either. Bands that you put in your hair. Well, not "you," I hope.

Sure, the housing market is down and there seems to be an emerging fiscal crisis, but can't we all just take a weekend to enjoy things? It was Thanksgiving. I hope you took pleasure in it. After all, you never know when things are just going to go straight to hell.

I have no crystal ball, nor do I claim to have well-developed psychic powers, but I'd be willing to bet almost anything that next Thanksgiving season will be dramatically different from this one. A dark curtain of despair has descended ...

On Friday, millions of shoppers will descend on malls and box stores where the bells and whistles of credit card transactions will reverberate every few seconds, non-stop for perhaps seventy-two hours. Those bills will come due for those shoppers in a post-holiday hangover of dollar plummeting hysteria, monumental levels of debt, foreclosure, bankruptcy, unemployment, energy depletion, skyrocketing gas and food prices, illnesses treated without health insurance coverage-or just not treated, unprecedented levels of homelessness, and by all indications, within a few months into 2008, America will be well on the road to a re-run of 1929-or something inconceivably worse.

These are the "good ole days" to be remembered when we have almost nothing that we now take for granted or feel entitled to. And at the same time, these are dark new days that begin and end amid the sea change occurring all around us. That darkness signals and (sic) end to holidays as we have known them. This year, like all those other years, we will lament that despite our best intentions, we ate too much. In what year will we remember Thanksgivings of the past and weep and salivate as we search for whatever morsels of food we can find? I am convinced that absolutely nothing will awaken Americans except starvation, but by the time they have arrived at that horrifying circumstance, it will be far too late.

Cliff's Notes: DOOM DOOM DOOM

So, um ... who's up for pumpkin pie?

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