I'm Your Huckleberry...

Looking out my window today, I couldn't help but notice all the kids playing with giant cyborgs around my neighborhood, so I thought a recounting of the "Hooray all day" story would be in good order.
Flash back, if you will, two years ago to the Orchestra Room at Parker High School. It's approximately 8:10 in the morning, and Kevin and I have deployed our basses, awaiting the time to tune with the rest of the orchestra. Kevin asks me to hold onto his bass for a second, and his hands suddenly plunge into his pockets. Psychobabble ensues; I have no idea what Kevin just said, but I know he's very pleased about something. To these ears, it sounds like he said, "Canadians have pockets?! Hurray all day!" I ask him if this is, in fact, what he just said, in hopes that he would explain this cryptic phrase, but instead he just looks at me as though I'm the nincempoop. He takes his bass back, and slowly (please remember this is Kevin, so it's still about 1,000 miles per hour) enunciates, "I have candy in my pocket?! Hurray!" And so, a catch phrase was born. (A couple of minutes later, Kevin asked me to play an open F Major. Please bear in mind that basses do not have an open F string, nor can you play a chord in the first place!)
I also want to point out that former Monkee Mike Nesmith's mother invented liquid paper; with her blender no less. Just another cool fact to file in the Useless Trivia Wing of your memory banks.
Jenny and I ended up watching Tombstone today, and I am still convinced that when he really wants to be, Val Kilmer can be an astounding actor. His portrayal of Doc Holliday is still moving, as he is both hilarious and complex. Plus, he wastes Cowboys like it ain't no thang. Basically, this movie is awesome, and if you haven't seen it yet, you should do yourself a favor and rent it immediately. You'll thank me later. I assure you.
On a different note, it looks like I'll be undergoing surgery again awfully soon up in the UW-Madison Hospital, but I'll need a bone graft from my pelvis to complete the procedure this time; also, the new plate's going to be larger than the last. The good Dr. Lang noted that the blood vessels and nerves in my right arm are being pinched by my grossly out-of-place clavicle, which explains the infrequent tingling I'll feel over there from time to time. In short, I won't be a completely happy camper for a little while post-operation. But you know me; I'll bounce back quickly. Everything is a matter of Will; if you think positively, nothing'll keep you down. Even a pelvic incision and a newly re-aligned collarbone. Soon enough, I'll be rocking Pete Townshend-style windmills all over again.
I hope that everyone enjoys Thanksgiving. Perhaps it's cheesey to say this, but we all have an awful lot to be thankful for, and I hope everyone can recognize that, and work to appreciate what they have. I also hope that everyone eats an awful lot, but by the same token, I don't wish the misery I'll be feeling tomorrow night after piling away a week's worth of food on anyone. Be smart, folks. Eat safe. Friends don't let friends overeat. Safe the storing fat for winter to critters. And be excellent to one another!

Love, Ian