Embracing My Inner Goth (part 3)

This is the third installment in a six-part series.  You can read the first and second parts by clicking on these links:

Embracing My Inner Goth (part 1)

Embracing My Inner Goth (part 2)

It’s better to read them in order, of course.  Enjoy!

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Part III:  If You Want to Learn Something, Try Looking in a Book

I have an unusual name. Or so I have been led to believe by a series of recurring circumstances in my life: Continue reading “Embracing My Inner Goth (part 3)”

Contest Winner and a Question

So the winner of the recent caption contest is Andrew D. Arenson!  Watch this space for Andrew’s guest blogging spot in the not-too-distant future, after he and I work out a date for it.

So I’m wondering whether you, dear readers, could provide some insight.  I’ve noticed certain contests and such get a lot of participation and others, not so much.  Any thoughts on what you’d like to see here?

Coming soon:  another installment in my gothiness essay series.

Cheers!

Why I Will Never Buy An Heirloom Turkey Again

Note:  If you are sensitive about animals, squeamish about raw food, or easily offended, this post is probably not for you.

Second Note:  I tried to find some images to include with this post, but they were frankly all too grotesque.  I figured if I couldn’t stomach it, I wouldn’t make you try.

So the Thanksgiving party is usually at our house, and for me, a big part of the fun is cooking the feast.  Yes, I allow other people (my mom, my mother-in-law, any friend or family member who offers to do so) to bring some of the dishes.  What’s really fabulous is when they ask what they can bring — my response is typically to ask what their speciality or favorite is — and then they bring what they said they would so we don’t have duplicates of one thing and nothing of something else everyone was counting on.  We do a pretty traditional turkey meal with fairly traditional sides and a bevy of extraordinary desserts, including — you guessed it — traditional choices.  There are some things I just like to do in a nostalgic way because so much of the fun of the holidays includes the ritual of it all, passed down through the generations.

This year was a little different.  Continue reading “Why I Will Never Buy An Heirloom Turkey Again”

Prayer at Thanksgiving

Help us to be truly thankful for our many blessings,
including the ability to provide for ourselves
and the wisdom to recognize that ability.

Help us always to remember and appreciate and
enjoy our blessings, but most of all,
help us always to deserve them.

Help us to be generous with those who have less.

We are thankful for our friends, whom we have chosen
to be in our lives.
We are thankful for our family, whom we did not choose
but love anyway.

We are thankful for the earth and the sky,
for the flowers and the rivers,
for the trees and the squirrels gamboling in the yard.

We are thankful,
we are thankful,
we are thankful.

They Say A Picture Is Worth…

…what, something like 1,000 words?  How about 250?

Check out this incredibly cute picture:

No caption this time. That’s YOUR job.

Now, if you please, come up with a little story to go with it!  No more than 250 words, please — just leave your entry in the comments section.  Deadline is this coming Sunday 11/25 at 11:59 p.m. central time.

I’ll try to make a poll for the entries, and then the winner of the readers’ choice poll will win a guest blogger spot here on Sappho’s Torque, on a mutually agreed upon date.  Won’t that be fun??  Yes!  Yes, it will!

For all those of you in the U.S. and all you U.S. ex-pats out there, Happy Thanksgiving.  If you have a holiday this week, then you have some free time.  Enter this story contest.  And if you don’t have a holiday and/or free time this week, enter it anyway, because nothing says procrastination like entering an internet contest.

Cheers!  🙂

P.S. — Please feel free to spread the word about this opportunity.  I’d love to see how far this thing can go.

Embracing My Inner Goth (part 2)

This is the second installment in a six-part series I began recently and which will continue over the coming days and weeks.  Click here to read the first part.  Enjoy!

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Part II:  Fangs!

Let’s go back for a moment to my college days. My younger brother, Robert, who somehow knows pretty much everyone, had made the acquaintance of a man who called himself Ken Dracula (not his real last name). Ken was a dental hygienist who had acquired a following by making, for fun in his spare time, fangs for people. He used color-matched denture acrylic and made a bridge for you to wear, the fangs (two canines on the top were his most popular) covering and hugging your real teeth, attached by a bar hidden behind them. Believe it or not, they were sort of comfortable to wear, even aside from the incredible cool factor of having fangs that looked like real teeth! There were just a few rules you had to follow, one of which was Continue reading “Embracing My Inner Goth (part 2)”