What? A holiday goes by without me making a post about nonsense?
Nonsense!

Why, here's your post right here, ready indeed to tell you all about things that you don't need to know if you wish to make sense of your life that exists in the non-nonsensical world of non-nonsense.  It's quirkiness and inability to reason wish to entertain and please the reader while making sure that it tells you as little as possible as it possibly can about things that might actually happen in the more non-nonsensical world that you might actually live in.  In fact, it's main job is to distract you while it steals the loose change from your change pocket from your wallet from your purse from your bag from your backpack from your soul.  Quite a devious thing, this post is.

Please don't look that way; the post is just simply trying to survive in this harsh consumerated holiday season where going to the supermarket -- hell, even the non-super market -- is a cold, cold trip through non-ice, and non-snow, only so that it can open the door of the market, to find that it has enough loose change to only buy pity, not even a smile.  This is when it pulls out its credit card and finds out that Visa really is everywhere you want to be -- because it was only dreaming that it was there at the market and found out it had collapsed in the cold, cold depths of its own well-heated room, underneath some blankets.
And then it starved to death.  Why else was it supposed to go to the market?

But, here it is, starved but still living, just trying to remove that penny from your change pocket, just so it might be able to pretend you dropped your change and give it back to you if you notice that it's all gone later.  You decided to take a look, in a book, along a reading rainbow, and you saw that poor post, who just stole all the change from your wallet collapse from undernourishment, and so you decided to open up your wallet and throw change at it; only to realize that it had collapsed under the weight of the change in your wallet already, since in the non-nonsensical world, the weight of a penny is about 1 gram, and the post only had the strength left to hold 1 ounce.
And then it starved to death.

I hope you are happy with your turkeys and your tofurkeys and your stuffing your mouths of everything and stuff.  I just realized that I haven't posted THAT comic yet, so I'll see what I can do later today...if I remember.  The grander exhaulteder capitainer of making things moreer, Kris, is gone for like, a day or two, off living it up somewhere and having fun, or not since I don't know if he'd rather be with his many consoles and machines.  I'm not officially on celebratory mode until Saturday, because really, no one has time to celebrate on a weekday, even if it was a holiday.

Now to disappear. Suzuku!