My vote for Sick Bastard of the Year.

A message to all the camera happy fools out there: picture taking in a restaurant is annoying as hell. Allow me to extrapolate.
Yesterday after i finished work at the hotel, the boss took me out for Thanksgiving dinner (meaning, he gave me the money, and i went to eat). There is a buffet restaurant near the hotel that opened up a couple months ago and they were going to be open for Thanksgiving. When i arrived to the place, there was already a line outside about 35 feet long. It took about 30 minutes before I got inside.
(I should point out here that there were a few Polar Bear Club members present evidently. The wind was cold and a few people neglected to wear a jacket. They stood outside in only a short sleeved shirt.)
Because of the crowd I ended up with a table in the corner of the restaurant, surrounded by 3 large groups. 2 of the groups had cameras present, and one lady was taking pictures every 2 minutes it seemed. She would take a picuture, move 2 short steps to the right, then take another picuture. There were so many flashes going off i thought for a minute i was in a dance club instead of a restaurant and was just waiting for the disco ball to drop from out of the ceiling.
Rule Number 1 to the ameteur photographers: having a drumstick stuffed in my mouth is not a Kodak moment.
'Remember that one Thanksgiving when you were sick for a few days prior and then you were so hungry you stuffed yourself with so much food til you threw up? I just happened to find pictures of that glorious moment.'
If such a moment happens, you better hope it isn't a mischevious sibling doing the picture taking and decides to post them onto the Internet for the world to see.
Rule Number 2: When i'm at a restaurant, i'm there to eat, not pose for the latest issue of Food and Drink magazine.
'Mr. December is a 30-something male who likes steak and potatoes, and dislikes anything green or that moves slower than him. His favorite fantasy is to put a Golden Corral franchise out of business because he ate everything.'
A little consideration goes a long way. Leave the picture taking for outside.

If Benjamin Franklin had his way, we would be worshipping the Turkey as the National Bird, instead of the bald eagle. Read on. Happy Thanksgiving.

A certain cable station has been announcing that they will be broadcasting 'The Wizard of Oz' later this month. One of the scenes they have shown is where Dorothy looks over to the Scarecrow and says, 'Goodness, I keep forgetting I'm not in Kansas.'
Excuse me?
If that were true and having a casual conversation with a talking scarecrow, lion, and tin man is commonplace in Kansas, then I'm living in the wrong state, or need to start smoking whatever she was smoking.