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Vance’sMondayAcousticPajamaParty #135 - NITE OF QUIET TUNES

Yeah, after a weekend of Uncle Ralph's conspiratorial ravings and loud children and football, all at the table around casseroles you hate, you need this.

When: Monday nite 11/28, 7:30ET (doors open @7 for community hang)


Who gets 10%: Project Bread connects people and communities in Massachusetts to reliable sources of food while advocating for policies that make food more accessible or or
a check to VanceFunder P.O. Box 17,
Arlington, MA 02476 for this web-groovery.
Pay or not, up to you. Let’s stay connected.

This week's pyjamas - New Gift Bottoms with Labs and Trucks!! Thx Amy!!

NEW ALBUM. Donate any amount = name on the cover. Sure there’s still time. Same links above, note “VanceFunder”. Any amount over $1 works, but $1000 -plus- makes you an exec producer, name in heavy black font.



~ Please stop acting like you knew what “spatchcock” meant before this past Tuesday. It’s like how most of us learned what “Cisgendered” meant, on the wing from people showing off like they knew something, and now we act like that too. Just say “butterfly”. And no, my saying “butterfly" is not homophobic - I was talking about the turk... never mind

~ Gluten-free bread makes for shiddy stuffing

~ Clearly my turkey swallowed some 12 year old boy’s retainer. How it got around the turkey’s drumsticks I can’t begin to understand.

~ I love a wet stuffing, but damn, I tipped the bird and poured the stuffing into the cavity sorry.

~ I spent some time as a Native American, not celebrating Thanksgiving. That was up until:
1) I learned though genetic testing that I, like many AfricanAmerican people, were not the least bit Indigenous. (Henry Louis gates warned us that many families created that historical mystique around themselves as surely being part Indian better explained good hair than English/Irish hegemony and was far “cooler” and easier to accept, God help us)
2) I realized how much I love Thanksgiving and all the modern food trappings - read stuffing. I know, solidarity and all - blame Skip gates.

~ We went for a woods hike with our awesome parent neighbors and their 1 1/2 and 4 year old children - they (I mean the kids, not what gender they might or might not...nevermind) melted down 1/2 way thru even tho they’d done the walk before. Next time we’ll spatchcock them to backpacks and give them plastic retainers and hike.

~ “Colcannon” is an old Gaelic word that mean “look how I fukked up these perfectly good mashed potatoes by putting greens in them”. Sorry, not everything deserves cabbage.

~ Today is Friday Of Color, I’ll thank you. Have fun shopping.

~~ I’m tired of spellcheck correcting my last name to “Giblets”. Maybe "Turkey Organ Meats” should be my rapper name. Or my Indian one. Omg Every bit of that is raci...never mind

you welcome

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