A family tradition that I broke! Ipstenu SMASH!
I know from cold, okay? No biggie. I know from time wasted. I’ve been in airports. Those things don’t bother me. But 8 degrees and the office bus system charfs? Nuh uh!
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Thank every thing held holy by man. Praise all the deities in the world. Christmas is over and it’ll be another year before I have to deal with the fat man, the songs, the Salvation Army and the incessant ‘Merry Chirstmas’ing I got every day. Oh yes, and another year before someone tells me that NORAD’s tracking of Santa will make any kid who’s got access to the ‘net actually believe in that stuff.
I fell into the claws of the Amazing Race partway through the second season. After all, the premise to Lost looked better. Having switched my detours, I’m happy to say that I like TAR. But I’m annoyed with who won.
Just like people who claim they can ‘speak to/for the dead,’ the myth about snuff films runs rampant in our society. On Nov 21, 2002, CBS helped perpetuate that myth by having a crime take place that appeared to be a real snuff film. And it was. They caught the killer, and brought him to justice.
Vote early and vote often. But only if you’re dead.
One weekend in Palo Alto. Three days with my maternal family. Too many Vodka-Cranberry Juices. One pretty darn tootin Bar Mitzvah for my cousin, Jon. Not too bad. Oh and my duties? Getting everyone drunk. Why do you ask?