Recently I felt the need to spill my guts about my complete lack of the “decoration gene.” I will, eventually, get around to putting up a Christmas tree and a few ornaments and seasonal oddments of seasonal decor that I’ve been given or collected over the years. I love how a really Christmassy shop or home looks, I just can’t be bothered to buy all the crap, store all the crap, put all the crap up, and take all the crap down. I define “really Christmassy” as “plenty of lights, pretty old ornaments in great abundance, beautifully arranged and tastefully…
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Garlic is one of my favorite things. However, I need to remember what happens when I eat a lot of whole roast garlic. No, not emanations of evil like the ones I had after we ate at Stinking Rose, but close. It’s been a very, very, very productive day, let’s just say.
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I’m currently listening to Harry Shearer’s Le Show. David doesn’t care for this show, but like it when I happen to hear it. I was in the mood for a little political commentary, satire, and humor after just seeing “Good Night, and Good Luck.” As we left the theater tonight, I remarked that cigarette smoke was like another character in the movie. After checking the official website for the movie, I see that cigarette smoke is about the only thing moving on the splash screen after the intro. And now ::yawn:: good night. Good luck too, I suppose.