December 25th, 2002: Jingle jingle jingle
Well, I'll be darned if I don't feel downright Christmasy around now. It really is nice to reunite with friends and family (especially when family bring big furry cute dogs with them).
To wit.
I dunno, I feel like around these times I have a genuinely improved appreciation for those well-known Little Things. Like Mint Hershey's Kisses; granted that I didn't know they existed until a few days ago, but my my.
Best Candy Evar.
And being on vacation is nice too. We should all take Lady's example to heart and sleep on the couch all day.
I have to admit, though, that I could probably appreciate getting to dress like a ninja any day of the year.
I dunno, even cleaning up was kind of fun. Well, maybe I wouldn't go that far, but I wouldn't say that I minded it. And there was certainly plenty to clean up. With all this packaing lying around, I know that somewhere trees are screaming for our blood. Fortunately they're stuck to the ground, suckas.
Yum.
December 11th, 2002: Comedy Gold!
Aww yeah.
Unfortunately it seems like a lot of people don't know who Jon Stewart is; someone thought he was on SNL. ("He can't be", quoth I, "he's funny." Yuk.) He's the host of The Daily Show, which is supposedly a comedy news show but is often more hard-hitting and in-depth than the real news shows.
Other than that, stuff has been going. I've felt like there's a lot that I've wanted to say, but nothing is coming to mind at the moment, so...
December 1st, 2002: Vacaaation
Went by fast. Good times, though. To wit:
Laurel has a pet dog, Lady!!!
Dogs are so cute!!!
I wish I had one of my own!!!
Well, except for feeding it and taking it for walks and all that stuff that's not so fun. I like other people's pets. All the fun with none of the drudgery.
Private Gerstenhaber.
Also, Mike is doing ROTC. The thought of him holding a gun kind of scares me. But check out those biceps and that sharp uniform. One at a time, ladies. [1]
You're actually supposed to tilt the hat that much, I am told.
Funky footwear.
Makes a man understand why some people are really really into the military. At the same time, the whole military-industrial complex, killin-people, coverin-up-misdeeds stuff is kinda a turnoff. Such is life, full of contradictions. And very scary movies .
[1] Except Mike goes to RPI, the poor bastard.
