Those of our readers who live in the United States are aware that we are about to celebrate a holiday called Thanksgiving. All over the country, people are now traveling over clogged roads and through Dantesque airports to the houses of their relations. Tomorrow they will consume an over-heavy meal centered around a roasted bird that few cooks know how to prepare well. While downing this repast they will endure the bigoted conversational sallies of their oafish and often inebriated older relations. (In many American households, these festivities will be accompanied by a mediocre professional football game on TV.) Then early on Friday, people will depart their houses early — often in darkness hours before sunrise — to endure an orgy of joyless consumerism so frenetic that people have been known to be trampled to death at the opening of stores.

Obviously a palliative is called for, and I am happy to provide it. On our two sister sites we will be running parallel Thanksgiving marathons, stuff to discretely thumb through on your phone while your drunk uncle blats out hate-radio talking points or as you hide in one of the quieter corners of mall and try not to weep. A post every hour on the hour starting now and running until 8 a.m. Monday (Eastern time).

Over at Hedonix we’ll be running a mix of adult and non-adult images, all of them on the nicer, cheesecakier side of such things. For those of you with darker tastes, there’s also…

…Infernal Wonders, the site of squicky stuff and erotic horror, where I’ve adopted Santa Muerte to preside as patroness over every significant series of posts.

Take your pick, enjoy what you can, and have a good holiday in spite of it all.