You win, Becks. A Miriam Jane story to the bone.
Miriam Susan, rather. Mary Jane is something else. Very something else.
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Goddess, this is embarrassing. And in #1, too.
Becks, you're not supposed to win with the very first offering.
today, or ever?
(ben, you're a jew: you don't count.)
A Christmas Eve email from your socially inept oncologist reading:
I got your results back and they're suspicious. I'd like for you to come in for extensive bloodwork as soon as possible.
They do teach doctors how to say this sort of stuff in med school, don't they?
Oh, Jesus Christ, Scott, that's awful. Best of luck with that fucking shit.
my mom's a bit whack (bless her heart) so I'll just pick a couple representative christmas presents, from when I was somewhere around the age of 18 (give or take): a pink bouncing ball; a butterfly-adorned sleeping mask. Don't even ask why. Ce raison n'existe pas.
Thanks. If nothing else, I think my specialist needs -- in addition to merciless drills in the basics of tact -- a severe beating. I'm convinced it'll turn out to be nothing, a minor change in medication some non-native speaker didn't quite know how to communicate. Of course, I won't know until the medical center reopens on January 1st, so I'm so glad they informed me of this now.
Sorry about that Michael. However, were it not for Unfogged, I'd never have told anyone, just like the last time. But then everyone'd yell at me again...although this time, I think someone else deserves a talking-to, subtle castration and/or devagination.
Gaaahh. Enjoy your holidays, dude; I'm sure you're right, and there's no sense wasting time when you do feel good worrying about times that you might not. But you know that.
And that someone else is … Roy Cohn!
And now you know the rest of the story.
Could someone hit "Reset" on this thread already? I don't want it to be a crap-competition.
I'd never have told anyone, just like the last time
I just read that comment at your site. Insane, man. People actually like being helpful, you know.
Well, I was saving this for a post tomorrow, but I'm going to bed and I'll leave you with someone I suspect of being Fontana Labs, in a perfectly fabulous karaoke performance of Frankie Goes to Hollywood's Relax.
Sweet dreams, all.
I got world peace this year. It was pretty awesome.
I don't know, Matt F. Seems like a kinda crappy gift to me.
Actually, that's a lie. Because we open our presents on Christmas morning, like you're supposed to.
Hey, it's halal!
Goodnight all, Merry Christmas.
First marriage; I was about 20. I asked for a sexy nightgown - I got lavender flannel. I didn't realise for about a year that he had a heavy-duty mother fixation. Aaargh.
17: Damn it, I actually had to search my own that comment. So much for my masculine/chickenshit restraint. And I was so proud of it...
...but yes, I know people want to help. Thing is, people also hate excuses and the world is full of liars who look and sound as earnest me, so you can see why I wouldn't make excuses and/or ask for help.
Because I'm an idiot...just like Labs, only sans beefcake and boa.
SEK: best luck with that; sad your onc. skipped bedside manor 101.
DominEditrix: yikes!
erm, manner even.
what I wrote sounds like a bad B&B. Must be tired; 'night all.
erm, manner even.
what I wrote sounds like a bad B&B. Must be tired; 'night all.
Bad? Bedside Manors would be a great B&B, all hospital-themed: beds that can be raised up in the back hospital-bed style (except comfortable), an open floor plan in all the suites with little curtains drawn to indicate rooms, food that's reminiscent of what you get in a hospital except better, and, for a modest surcharge, a "specialist" to come by and stick his finger up your bum.
Scott, dear god. I hope it's all okay, but yeah, nice fucking timing, doc.
It's not really cool to follow up on a "my oncologist called" story by saying that my sister got me a huge ashtray with a painting of a surly little smoking girl and the legend "too young to die," and that I'm going to have to kill her because *you* try explaining that to your 6yo.
food that's reminiscent of what you get in a hospital except better
Actually the hospital where I delivered PK had quite good food, and you could order from a menu whenever you felt like it. I think I ate Dove Bars with every meal the whole three days I was in there.
Scott, dear god. I hope it's all okay, but yeah, nice fucking timing, doc.
I think it'll improve the quality of my talk ten-fold. After all, it may be the only one I ever get to give. Not that I'm using this as an incentive to kick ass, take names or anything...
On another, totally mockable note, Chris De Burgh's "Say Goodbye to it All" just popped up on my random play. Terrible, terrible '80s French-resistance-wannabe-bombast a la Glass Tiger or U2's War.
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I'm the horrible shit who's gotten his wife nothing. Except for a card. I'll have to take her shopping post-Christmas and tell her that's her present. I am the world's worst husband.
Gah - I should have read the other comments before posting. Best of luck, SEK.
And Becks- please let us know whether or not the novel turns out to be good.
In my defense regarding 34, I was very unexpectedly working all weekend, which was when I had planned on buying something, as I'd been busy for weeks and hadn't had a chance before then.
I'm the only one up this early on this Christmas morning, and, given the circumstances, I'm strongly considering starting to drink.
I'm the only one up this early on this Christmas morning
I meant at my house, but it seems this applies here at unfogged too.
33: Whitaker, I could have known. Have a GPRS-tastic Christmas! (1xRTT for the yanks in here)
In the "lousy Xmas presents" category, James Brown died last night. Other'n'at I got nothin' -- we don't really observe Xmas in this household. I gave Ellen a bad sort-of-Hannukah present, the Crooked-Timber-recommended Beatles cover album "Rubber Folk" which has a grand total of about 1 1/2 good songs on it.
And Brock, I'm hoping you are not up early this Xmas morning because you have to work; but your "given the circumstances" line is making me think the worst. (Is drinking actually compatible with lawyerly work? Somehow I would have thought it would degrade the product.) If so, sorry.
I didn't get nothin', I had to pay $50 and pick up the garbage.
Though it's a Thanksgiving song.
For Christmas, I got happy kids, who are now napping. What could be better?
I got a very nice Christmas present from the Unfogged commenting community; and I would like to extend my thanks, in particular to LizardBreath and to Spencer Percival for their advice about topical cremes, in particular to Becks for coming up with the workable anonymity scheme, and in general to the rest of you for enabling all this to happen. Today, Frances has been using her creme for one week; and this morning, we did it! for the first time in more-than-distant memory. It was pleasant.
OT, I dreamed last night that a collection of Unfogged comments had been published as a collection of Wittgenstenian aphorisms, with an index and commentary essays by big-name philosophers. The thoughts of Standpipe Bridgeplate featured prominently in the essays.
A freaking karaoke machine. Buck is insane. (I made a bar in Samoa remove their kareoke machine once by infesting it all weekend singing duets with an NZ volunteer.) Now I'll read everyone else's.
One year, the Christmas letter sent out by my sister's family contained writing to this effect: "D. is growing up tall, and we're glad he's not turning out to look like C. and Zadfrack." (D. is my nephew, C. is my father.)
I thought it was funny, but my wife was very angry, and still hasn't forgiven my brother-in-law.
Oh, boo hiss to Scott's moron oncologist, and yay for Grover and Frances.
34: Oh, I'm almost as bad -- I've just been kind of wrecked for awhile, over work and stuff, and got Buck some stuff, but nothing really good.
I did not get anything for Christmas, but it is a good Christmas so far. I got the kids games. We just finished a game of Sorry (I won!) and are now getting ready to play Monopoly. I have already announced that I will crush them at Risk later in the day.
I have seen LizardBreath do karaoke. She can sing! The next Unfogged meetup should be at a karaoke bar so she can demonstrate her mad karaoke skilz.
And what LizardBreath said in 47.
Sorry! is a great game for whiling away the hours with the youngsters. We got it at a yard sale a couple of months ago.
41- no, not working, just up early with the baby. The "given the circumstances" referred to the fact that my wife has no present from me to open. (I remind everyone that today is not only Christmas, but also her birthday.) I'd like to be drunk when she confronts that reality. Luckily she's still sleeping...
A red shirt, two scarves, Obama's book. Not a bad haul.
The big fun is the daughter's phonograph. She'd bought her first record -- Dylan's first -- and is figuring out how to make it work with the son's bass amp.
Come to think of it, my 40 is partially inaccurate -- I did get one Xmas present, from a Jewish friend. It is The Big Test: The Secret History of the American Meritocracy, which looks to be an interesting book. Any of you meritocrats 'round here read it?
51: You know, with a computer and a couple of minutes you could buy tickets to something she'd like to go to, print out a receipt and wrap it.
54: Water buffaloes are also popular this season.
34: Oh dear. Oh dear oh dear.
Alex, if only the phone had been the gift. At least the food here is very good.
OK, here's my question: if some family member asks you, months in advance, what they should buy you, and you help out by suggesting something modest, of which you know they will approve, and then the day comes, and the gift is identifiably of the same sort, but of an inferior brand; what is the name of the emotion that you feel, and is it worthy?
but of an inferior brand
Got one of those Microsoft mp3 players, did you?
Handtowels with Bible verses on them.
What I really need is someone to feed the fish, and turn aquarium lights on and off, through the week. Must be engaged in the next 90 minutes. This is a pretty bad time to be burning up the phone lines . . .
40: Celebrate/mourn with techno.
53 - Yeah, if that's the book I'm thinking of, I enjoyed it (although more for the College Board historical stuff than any current policy prescriptions).
I got a German card game, "The Queen's Necklace", which we tried last night and didn't complete. Too fussbudgety for those of us with gnat-like attention spans.
Brock, nothing says "Merry Christmas, and I'm sorry," like a subscription to Suicide Girls.
60: Matthew 27:24?
When Pilate saw that he was getting nowhere, but that instead an uproar was starting, he took water and washed his hands in front of the crowd. "I am innocent of this man's blood," he said. "It is your responsibility!"
SEK - I'll totally cockpunch your oncologist for you. Gah!
Speaking of Bible verses, do y'all's newspapers print the Nativity Story from the Gospel of Matthew every Christmas? Or is that only in small town Midwest?
59: We're actually in the territory of French cookware,
but it's the same sort of deal. On
the Brock-wife situation; is it too late to go
around and change all the clocks / calendars?
63 is definitely the best Bible verse for a hand towel. Alternately: something from Revelation about being washed of our sins in the lamb's blood.
64: My hometown paper prints Clarabell the Christmas Cow every Christmas. It makes me cry every time I read it.
It was made into an animated special one year.
33: Oh, for Christ's sake, don't get sucked into commenting here you too.
Merry Christmas everyone, and yay for President Cleveland.
BTW 44 is killer. I am hoping Peter Singer was featured. And I guess that philosopher Labs does not like wouldn't write an essay for the collection, but maybe he would give a lecture and we could surreptitiously distribute copies of the transcript.
Oh and the Dazzle I got in case my daughter needed it for her phonograph wasn't needed. So I took it on to use for converting LPs to digital. Haven't got it to work, but I did get someone to take care of the fish.
Auf Weiderlesen . . .
Merry Christmas, all!
I got nothin, gave nuthin. It is the spirit of the thing, and the thought that counts.
I have always had too much, more on my plate than I can properly appreciate. People have always told me I should want more, including wanting to give or share. Whatever. I would explode if people liked me.
I got a ham and sides and apple pie and vanilla ice cream as a Company Xmas bonus. The dogs will be thrilled.
My mother has requested we each read a Bible verse before dinner. Would it be infelicitous to read from something from Deuteronomy?
If someone gotten me Dazzler when I was younger, I'd have been a very happy man dork.
for christmas I got a great gift: released on own recognizance! I'd like to remind everybody that switching seats with your junkie SO who's got a licence suspended due to DUI is always a bad idea.
also, sorry SEK!
Good: I got a bunch of CDs from the old Amazon wish list, and a magnetic dartboard. And a basket full of ginger-flavored/related foods. I certainly hope that the band "Section 25" turns out to be good; I put three of their albums on the wishlist under the principle that any one was as acceptable as any other one. But now I have all 3.
Bad: My fiancee warned me that I would need to be constantly accepting completely random gifts that her grandmother spends all year hoarding and then trying to figure out who to give them to...this has in fact happened.
- A ginormous book of 1000 Sudoku puzzles. If this book was 1/8 its size I could conveniently take it on the bus.
- A hat that says "All I got for Christmas was this stupid hat!"
- Several of those little metal puzzles whose challenge is how to get the pieces apart. I would have loved these 16 years ago.
2 Kings 2:23-24
Great news, Alameida.
Turns out the Bible verses were pre-selected from Luke, so I didn't get to be inappropriate. And anyway, my brother talked about blowjobs for an uncomfortably long time, so everything worked out fine.
Stanley, quick! Reconvene the family and read some of Amos 5!
79: That's funny. Thanks to all for the suggestions. I'll see what I can slip in during present-opening time.
I got a molcajete aka a mexican mortar and pestle. To make a mole with, etc.
I gave my dad a dvr running linux with mythtv on it. Alas not everything is working yet so it's pretty much a way to watch tv shows and movies I've downloaded at this point. Eventually (hopefully) it will be a pseudo-tivo.
72 -- why, have you got the hots for sister-in-law?
43: Congratulations, Grover. What a wonderful present! And thanks for letting us know the results! Could you let us know what kind of creme it was? I may be interested in pursuing it as a solution to a nearly identical problem.
And best wishes for a good news for SEK.
Emperor Norton: the creme is called Estrace, and the active ingredient appears to be called estradiol.
if some family member asks you, months in advance, what they should buy you, and you help out by suggesting something modest, of which you know they will approve, and then the day comes, and the gift is identifiably of the same sort, but of an inferior brand; what is the name of the emotion that you feel, and is it worthy?
I don't know what to call it, and no it isn't worthy, but it's an emotion with which I'm *very* familiar. E.g., this year my dad('s wife) got me a box of Hershey's chocolate. Whoo-hoo.
Also, I got a Very Serious Reflection on how all those books in my study, in a way what I write about it trying to search for Truth, and Mr. B.'s job deals with science and information, and trying to Find Truth, and you know, your aunt has a PhD too, and she worked on trying to Find Truth in Literature, and now none of that does her very much good, but the Truth that I, your Dad, read in the Readings every day, that's the kind of Truth that's always helpful....
So now I'm hiding in my bedroom "getting dressed" and commenting on Unfogged.
("the Readings" being some daily Catholic some shit or other, in case it isn't clear.)
A very serious reflection. Ow. My step-father (really, the second partner of my mother) only even goes to church when supported by his kin (not present this year, so we are godless). And my mobile phone internet plan is working fairly well but every thirty seconds my mother asks me who I'm 'talking' to. What should I say?
Tell her you're talking to your mistress. Mr. B. suggests that I can tell Dad about my boyfriend if I want to get him off the religion topic.
A note about the post title: I always read "whatcha" as an elision of "what are you", like as in "whatcha thinkin?" -- I should think the desired elision here would be of "what did you", where I normally think "whadja".
Why muscha be such a little bitch, CÆ?
why, have you got the hots for sister-in-law?
Well, I should have specificed: I meant verses 11-12, about the genital-grabbing wife whose hand is to be cut off. But no, as a matter of fact I don't really like my brother's girlfriend, as mentioned on the Thanksgiving thread.
Bonus this year: watching her grimace uncomfortably when my dad did an impression of Jon Stewart doing an impression of George W. Bush. (She comes from a very Bush-votin' family.)
and the wife of one intervenes to rescue her husband from the grip of his opponent by reaching out and seizing his genitals
How would this help the husband? Seems like it would just distract him.
Also: if you are forbidden from having small measures, how are you supposed to measure small things?
With the same measures you use to measure big things.
One standard for all, Clownæ—or do you approve of discrimination?
I can't compete with bad presents, but I do feel a bit let down after my fairly extensive (and expensive) efforts.
I was given sudoku puzzles, "because you like crosswords so much!"
Also: Kobe.
I got not one, but two J.C. Penney shirt-and-tie combo packs, neither of which I'll wear (what is with shiny shirts?). Oh and a teal sweater. Yay, teal. Oh, and a CD I'll never listen to.
On the other hand, the play-doh molds and cutters set we got Audrey has been good for about 3 hours of giggles so far, and we still haven't done Christmas with the wife's family, where I will get some things I'll like, so no real complaints here.
I was given sudoku puzzles, "because you like crosswords so much!"
Ohhh, the cruelest cut! Damnèd sudoku.
if some family member asks you, months in advance, what they should buy you, and you help out by suggesting something modest, of which you know they will approve, and then the day comes, and the gift is identifiably of the same sort, but of an inferior brand; what is the name of the emotion that you feel, and is it worthy?
meet
I gave my dad a dvr running linux with mythtv on it. ... Eventually (hopefully) it will be a pseudo-tivo.
I got kind of ridiculous tons of great stuff: a really cool oxidized silver necklace with a strange and delicate pendant shaped like a tiny antler; the complete Mary Poppins; cookbooks; very fancy perfume I'd been hankering after for ages; and a DS Lite with a copy of Animal Crossing, hooray! This is also, I think, the first year ever that no one got me anything horrible at all.
Best: My aunt got a bunch of us plushy microbes. Mine's a bookworm, and Mom is totally digging on her dust mite.
Worst: My brother's MIL's friend got a pocket sudoku kit. What's sucktastic about it is how each of the squares has all of the possible numbers printed in it. I mean, seriously, what's the point?
(Which, of course, is way less sucktastic than having an oncologist with a hideous sense of timing. I hope it turns out not to be anything truly worrisome, SEK...)
Thanks Magpie. I have the feeling my oncologist (and my putz-like communique) put a damper on everyone's festivities, but I hope y'all drank enough to unrealize that fear.
Best total afterthought gift: I gave the host of our Xmas day dinner a Heifer International "Flock of Hope" card ("a flock of hope has been donated in your name") and she rushed into her study and pressed on me next year's Women Leaders of Ventura County calendar!
In other words, she just gave me an entire year's worth of local feminist leaders' names and contact info, which--along with her name--might just wind up getting me a paying gig at some point. Score.
How is a Linux-powered DVR running MythTV "inferior"?
Scented candles, from my wife's oldest friend, who manages every year to provide some gift of hideous, startling inappropriateness to any conceivable situation. This year, smelly too. So, towards the end of the evening, as we sat around the fire drinking nice whisky, we threw the candles on the coals. That way the thank you letter will be wholly truthful: "We really enjoyed watching the candles burn".
And, Scott, I'm really sorry t hear about your godawful oncologist.
Best present to me this year - a purple cardigan I've been eyeing up. Worst - some rose-shaped and -scented soaps I guess, though not a big deal in the scheme of things.
But as a family we got a trampoline from my parnets, and a Wii from us, and both of them are going down extremely well. Was very funny watching C get beaten at Monkey darts on the Wii by his drunk mother last night.
SEK - crappy timing. Hope 1st January brings reassurance.
Also: Kobe.
Not a bad gift. Whatcha gonna do with 'im?
Oh, I guess it could be a Kobe Real Doll. Do you need to borrow it, MAE?
In the second round, I may have a winner: Grateful Dead jammie pants. From my sister.
115 -- excellent! are they printed with photos of the band members, or cartoony stuff?
(I got a -- well not really an Xmas present, but a happy realization that occurred on Xmas Eve -- a nice feeling when I realized that my hippy friends with whom I have played Dead covers weekly for the past 3 years are actually starting to come together and sound plausibly decent, at least for any listener who does not recoil in disgust at the mere mention of a "Dead cover band".)
I am going to get one or two presents next week, when Syv and I go to my family reunion so I may have a best or worst present yet to come.
116 -- Circular emblem, skull with roses for hair. I had the sticker on my pickup in 1979. I probably ought to visit my sister more often.
The family reunion is in itself kind of a nice present -- my brother, 2 sisters and I and my parents and their grandchildren have not all been in the same place at the same time since... I am thinking since my sister was married, which was in the late 90's sometime, when four of the grandchildren were not even quick yet. And, my parents are financing a trip to Tulum, where none of us has ever been before, which certainly has a lovely look to it.
118 -- is it a pattern of a lot of small skull 'n' roses emblems? Or just one big one on the crotch?
Hey, we honeymooned a couple of miles from Tulum, in a little village called Akumal, or something like that. Tulum was very impressive, particularly in that every little stone object, regardless of shape, appearance, or apparent purpose, had a label on it explaining that archeologists had determined that it was for the purpose of receiving entrails from human sacrifices. The residents apparently did absolutely nothing, according to the labelling authorities, beyond eviscerating each other.
Neat-o! Anything we should make sure to check out?
"The residents apparently did absolutely nothing, according to the labelling authorities, beyond eviscerating each other."
Bloggers, then.
Gary Farber is my hero for 123.
123 ignores that these guys were pre-blogging -- they likely eviscerated one another on USENET.
Good point, Clown! Gosh, how could we have missed that.
that comment by farber was totally stupid and ill-informed and he should be eviscerated for making it.
our xmas was the usual--my wife and i gave the kids a few things for fun, and gave each other stuff we already needed.
so, e.g., she gave me a bicycle pump. been needing one of those. and a shirt.
i gave her a tune-up of the sewing machine we bought used, ten years ago. "haven't seen one of those in a long time!" the repair guy said. then i splurged and bought her some new needles.
the big present for my daughter was an outdoor weather station with an indoor display--you know, temp, pressure, humidity, etc. she likes to follow the weather.
for my son we got a wristwatch. campmor has a lot of timex's knocked down to 19 bucks. i knew he'd like the one with the camo pattern.
and so it goes in an academic household--no money, ever. but it was a good day, calm and friendly. we played a few board games, ate some good food.
my daughter and i made a steamed pudding for xmas eve--first time i'd ever done that. turned out really, really well, much to our surprise. used the st. clements sauce that somebody at crooked timber posted about.
128: But he had also posted on a similar subject on his blog much earlier, so it's okay.
I would submit, for unexpected awesomeness, my sister's gift to me of a Craftman "Auto-Loading Multi-Bit Screwdriver." This totally makes up for her weird whipped-cream dispenser gift from last year.
I got a bunch of good stuff (thanks family!). The funniest was a stocking stuffer: Slingshot Flying Monkey with Scream Sound. A flying howler monkey is something to see.
120 -- Pattern. The extent of your interest in these pants seems to exceed my own by a considerable extent. Shall I send a photograph? Shall I wear them to the wing-ding (pants are apparently required)? Do you watch a matching pair?
gift to me of a Craftman "Auto-Loading Multi-Bit Screwdriver."
Gee, where's w-lfs-n on this one? "Craftsman."
Right, right. I was only quoting exactly that bit in quotes, see?
Apologies, JM; you were strictly collateral damage.
best present, from a federal judge and my boss: a late-than-anticipated trial date and ten days off.
next best: went to see the second part of the Coast of Utopia at Lincoln Center with my husband and his parents. My family used to see the Nutcracker at the New York State Theater about every third year when I was growing up, so seeing the fountains all lit up at night takes me back about twenty years. And the play was great. I've also been reading the memoirs of the main character, Alexander Herzen, which are wonderful.
next best: a lovely top from my sister--my sisters are better at picking out clothes for me than I am.
SEK: that's a bitch. I've whined in the past because doctors round here are forbidden to communicate by email or text, but I see the point now. Seriously good luck.
Grover: Yay!
CharleyCarp -- I shan't be at the wing-ding, alack the day; howsoever, I encourage you strongly to wear the Grateful Dead pajama bottoms. If you do so, yes, a shot of your doing so would be great; independant of their being worn at the event, a pic of the pj's is not of much interest.
Hey speaking of wings ding, isn't there a rosy-toed Alameida and some Alameidettes Chez Blog all of a sudden this morning? Asleep I'm sure. But welcome to our country, hope you enjoy your stay here!
Katherine (if you're reading this) -- Do you think one can see and appreciate Coast of Utopia if they haven't done the prereading? It's been getting great reviews and I want to see it but I know I'll never do the homework beforehand. If I'm walking into it completely ignorant of the history and people, etc., will I be able to appreciate it just as theater? Or would it be a waste of money?
Stoppard says yes -- he wrote a bemused letter to the Times saying thank you for the very erudite reading list, but if people had to read all that before understanding the play, no one would ever go see it.
And I have a strong entry in the thread competition: From my inlaws, a Thomas Kinkade, Painter of Light ™, decorative gift basket, containing oddly flavored tea in a reusable painted wooden box. And a B&N gift card -- they're really nice people, and they try hard.
Becks--I think so. I had trouble understanding the plays when I read them without having read any background, but plays always work better in performance, and I think he's also edited them some since London.
There's a New Yorker article from a few months ago on Herzen--you could just read that. I'm reading the memoirs because I love the memoirs.
142 -- awesome -- will you be uploading pictures to Flicker?
(But yeah, book gift certificates are fun presents.)
Oh no! A Thomas Kinkade, Painter of Light ™! What on earth are you going to do with it?
Thanks Katherine and LB! Quick responses! I may have to hunt down the New Yorker article. Boy, there are so many shows I want to see right now.
And, LB, the Thomas Kinkade gift basket may just win. It would have been a lock if they'd bundled it with Mitch Albom's "For One More Day" instead of a gift card.
You guys know about Kinkade's drunken encounter with Sigfried and Roy, right?
Hey Rob, the other day I read and commented upon your oldish "Epcot Center" post -- you do know about Celebration, FL, right?
Yeah, I've read about it. There are all sorts of crazy things going on in Disney's ideology. I am still more interested in the Chinese experiment than any of the permutations of Uncle Walt's visions, because the scale is so different.
Yeah -- Ellen and I have talked about spending some time living in Shanghai at some point in the next decade or so, I wonder how this development will affect the formation of those plans.
I had a very wheely christmas. Both my kids got bikes. I got a unicycle from my daughter. I've yet to go more than about 1 revolution of the cranks.
My father purchased Hitachi Magic Wands for me, my sister, her boyfriend, and our mother (his now-ex-wife).
Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, but a Hitachi Magic Wand is always a vibrator.
