Carve it up

Is your family a Christmas turkey family? We usually end with Thanksgiving. But this story I’m about to link to is from England where they don’t think much about a day called Thanksgiving.

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Carving the Christmas turkey is a trial for all but the most unreconstructed Victorian patriarchs. We all share a Dickensian vision of steeling the knife over a huge bird with a breast bronzed and pumped like a Governor of California. The reality is much more prosaic, as we hack at the unfortunate creature unceremoniously.

Type away: My kids have been testing themselves on this typing test website. I’m not going there. No reason to embarrass myself.

The yard: Have you been talking about your yard or someone’s yard or the perhaps the prison yard? The Facebook staff has discovered that the word “yard” is number 13 on the top trending list. They have no explanation. The Guardian’s Media Monkey wonders if the kids are growing up:

Facebook is not just for students any more but for their less cool parents, who are logging on to talk about their yard. Because this is what mums and dads do? Maybe the sad fact of the matter is that Facebook’s 250 million hipsters are growing up and turning into their parents.

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