You may have heard we got some snow in the northeast this weekend.
If that doesn’t give the full glory, here is my head for comparison:
(I get happy in the snow. I made snow angels!)
So yeah, quite a bit of snow. A lot of Boston shut down. Apparently Logan airport got 17 inches; I’m not sure if they’re back in business yet. I spent the blizzard watching Babylon 5 and the Last Airbender (ZOMG) and nomming on some pizza. It was pretty great, haveta say.
THANK YOU BBC FOR THE BEST CHRISTMAS PRESENT EVER.
Doctor Who on Christmas. Finally, the US is a civilized place.
Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. Food, family, friends, and all without the stress of gift-giving (yo Christmas, what up). But I usually take very little time to actually be thankful for anything, so here’s a brief rundown in no particular order.
1. Friends who come over for Thanksgiving and bring good eats and the Last Airbender. (The series, not movie. I’m now addicted.)
2. Having a solid, steady job. I can’t even express how thankful I am for this, that given the economy of the past few years I’ve been employed. And at a good place. I’m so lucky.
3. The Wash to my Zoe. Love him.
4. My warm and cozy apartment, now complete with Christmas tree. This year’s Christmas tree topping is the kitty Santa hat that was on my cat for about 2 seconds (right before she went for my throat).
5. My friends and family, who love me and support me in my weirdness and my writing.
And now, Christmas! Hi ho hi ho.
I would like it to be noted that I am not quite lame enough to blog on Christmas Day. (Of course, if you don’t give a fuck about Christmas feel free to blog nonstop.)
I am, however, lame enough to get a small thrill every time the House of Blues Boston retweets me. hehehe.
SO. Merry Day-After Christmas, everyone. Boxing Day, some call it. I don’t know why America doesn’t do Boxing Day. Great invention.
There is really no point to this post, or this day. I’m just sitting around, trying to decide which of the mountain of leftovers I want for lunch. So many options. Also which movie to watch. So few options. My parents have a pretty small DVD collection (I mean, it includes a pile of Kurosawa, so I can’t complain) and Netflix and the Montana internet don’t quite get along.
Unfortunately, I have a sudden urge to watch a horrible 80s slasher flick, of which—I know you’re all shocked—my parents have none.
Well. This post is a waste of internet space. Oh well. I hope you all had a lovely December 25th whether you care about candy canes/Jesus or not, and I will try to be more interesting next time I poke my head out of the depths of the webs.
Merry Christmas Eve, everyone!
Today I am going to post my favorite Christmas songs. Beware. I am not a normal human being.
Father Christmas, by the Kinks:
‘Zat You, Santa Claus?, by the one and only Louis Armstrong:
A Charlie Brown Christmas, by Bela Fleck (no seriously, he plays it on a banjo):
Aaaand, Grace’s #1, top favorite most-beloved Christmas song of all time—A Fairytale of New York, by the Pogues:
So I just saw this trailer on ABC (in the middle of It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown! for those of you who are interested). And I am kind of ridiculously excited, all things considered. All things being that it’s an ABC Christmas special and I’m an adult.
Look at me, posting without internet! I am so talented.
I hope you all had a merry merry Christmas. (yes, I said it. MERRY CHRISTMAS. you may also wish to have a Happy Hannukah or a Cheery Kwanzaa, or a boringly generic “Happy Holidays” but I am going to wish you a Merry Christmas damn it and you can take it or leave it.*)
For the second year in a row, I was lovingly adopted by a friend’s family (which is how you know I do a good job choosing friends) and spent Christmas in the cute little city of Providence, RI. I had a lovely time–and bought books. OMG the bookstore my friend took me to was amazing. Aside from a pile of Nero Wolfe and Lord Peter Wimsey books, I acquired a small green book about Queen Victoria, which was given in 1894 to a young man whose name was scratched out in honor of his remarkable ability to get to school every day. Also a first edition of Garrett Mattingly’s Wonderful Book The Armada, which I am going to send to the professor who calls it so. (if you know who that is, please don’t tell him.) Anyway, the bookstore was trés fabulous. (did I put that accent the right direction? I am way too lazy to look it up right now.) Cellar Stories Books. Go there, if you get the chance.
And now I am off home, because I am starving. Awaiting me there–my brand new bed! Begone, backaches.
*This rant against political correctness is a bit outdated now that Christmas is past, but I have some pent-up Scroogeness in me still.