I’ve enjoyed watching our UK friends on Twitter wrestle with the notion of Thanksgiving, a holiday that those of us in the USA are celebrating today (our Canadian brethren have a Thanksgiving, too, but the only cool Canadian holiday is Boxing D– oh, it doesn’t mean what I think it means?).
That was a terrible sentence. Let me start over: Today, in the United States, it’s Thanksgiving. The tl;dr version of an explainer is that Abraham Lincoln made the first official Thanksgiving happen during the Civil War, and it eventually became a tradition, then a federal holiday.
The result is a set-aside day to get together with your family and eat a meal and get angry about so-and-so’s terrible opinions and/or life choices, and Mrs. Maniac and I will be visiting the Maniacs. I am writing this message on Tuesday so I have as little as possible to do on Thursday, when there is a long drive ahead and I don’t want to be worrying about external things. But there is something that I want to say.
See, the thing about Thanksgiving is that you’re kind of supposed to say what it is that you’re thankful for. I used to work for a really execrable human being who basically made us say that we were thankful to have a job; terrible. But people will say that freely, or say friends or family or health or new babies or winning the lottery.
Me, at the risk of being trite as hell, I’m thankful for you guys. I never dreamed that we’d be here, that people would want to come and do the goofy games and stuff, that people would actually say “I bought that thing after you shared it and it’s awesome.” Mission accomplished.
So thanks to you and the whole darn community and the other writers on the other sites and the contributors and collaborators and the idols who are the literal reason for all of the stuff (oh and their producers and managers and supportive wota and etc.).
Anyway. This isn’t always fun, but I’m never sorry to be doing it. Thanks.