Holy crap, the news is depressing today.
Let's see. Memorial Parkway is six lanes of controlled-access road with a concrete barrier in the middle. Traffic has an average speed of about 65 mph. If you play Frogger on the Parkway, you will very likely lose.
Then there's the whole shooting at TGI Friday's. I used to really enjoy going there, back before it started to, oh, SUCK. You know, if the guy had opened fire on the wait staff, I think I could almost understand. And actually, last time I was in there, I kind of wanted to shoot the people at the next table over. But, you know, I didn't.
But hey, I guess it's not all bad. The math class blanket story was nice. Too bad only the lousy stuff makes the morning news.
The weekend was kind of a whirlwind of various Christmas parties. Saturday we visited Todd's mother's family, Sunday we visited his dad's family, and Sunday night I went to Jessica's Christmas shindig. The weekend pretty much consisted of lots of food, some gifts, occasional boredom, and general hilarity. Not bad, really.
I'm still rounding up Christmas presents. I think I can finish most of the shopping tonight before Movie Night, although I have a horrible feeling that I've forgotten someone or something important. Tomorrow I'm going to try to get Christmas cards mailed out and Wednesday I'm hoping to ship the presents that need to be shipped. Most of the stuff that I've ordered should be here today, so I think everything is just about ready for Christmas.
Which is nice because, oh my god, SEVEN DAYS.
Holy hell, you have no idea how much I WANT these:
urban asshole notification cards
Also, words can't begin to encompass how tempted I am to buy either this or this for my little nephew.
Hey, now. I could always give him rabies.
Back when the temperature was dropping to 17 degrees at night, we decorated our tree, placed candles in all our front windows, put out the assorted Christmas paraphernalia we've collected over the last few years, and made a batch of homemade Christmas cookies. Last weekend, despite the steadily increasing temperature, we even strung lights along our eaves for the first time. But now, it just feels a little weird because, holy crap, it's short-sleeve weather out there.
Amazingly, Nala has only molested five ornaments thus far. Even better, she hasn't broken a single one. That's got to be some sort of survival record for Christmas tree ornaments in our house. Last year, I think Tiki ate at least two of the delicate filigree ornaments and an untold number of glass balls met their end when they were batted mercilessly into a wall. It's hard to believe it's Christmas without the sound of glass shards crunching underfoot in the morning.
(Of course, the poinsettia has not been so lucky. Stitch still considers houseplants to be her salad bar. Even the poisonous ones.)
...Look at this. Honestly, it's remarkable that our catsí heads didn't just explode when they first saw this thing. Leafy! Shiny! Climbable! Glittery! Deliciously electrified! *POP*
I finally started my Christmas shopping earlier this week, and I'm pretty excited about all the gifts I've gotten so far. Granted, most of it was accomplished online, so my Christmas cheer has yet to be truly tested. I still have a pretty good list of people to buy for, so tonight Jessica and I will brave the local mall. We'll see if the pleasure I take from buying gifts for my friends and family can overwhelm my insatiable need to whack dumb people with a bat.
...Uhm, if anyone's expecting some sort of Hallmark-esque mooshy tribute, please recall that we're both engineers. Bright, glittery text is about the best I can do.
I tried to download the Iraq Study Group Report. Unfortunately, the PDF file is "damaged" and cuts off only a few pages in. I made it through the Executive Summary and about 10 pages into the report. Let me tell you, it was depressing reading. Seriously, all I could think the whole time was "$348 billion for THIS?"
Anyway, I'm interested to see how people react to it. Once the USIP releases it correctly, that is.
I'm not sure what I expected, but I totally clicked on this article thinking the headline said "Vote on Gay Rabbits."
This past weekend, Todd ran in his first 10k. He met both his goals of 1) finishing and 2) finishing under 1 hour 2a) without crapping his pants. Considering that I would run a 10k if and only if someone dropped a raw steak down my shirt then unleashed a pack of starving wild dogs, I think that's pretty awesome. Go forth and congratulate him. :-)
Also, this weekend Todd received an interesting email from his dad's wife. It was one of the "cute animals" chain emails and she had received it from her neighbor in North Carolina. When she opened it up, much to her surprise, she recognized the first picture. It's one I took of Tiki meeting our two dogs back in June 2004. I'm not sure if the person who created that email got it from here, or from when I posted it on The Daily Kitten, but Tiki has now achieved internet immortality. I miss that little white cat, but knowing that her picture is going around and making people smile makes me feel a tiny bit better. As cheesy as that sounds.
Of course, it also made me wonder just how many of the cute and fluffy animals we see in those emails have died untimely deaths.
"Aww, what a cute wittle puppy!"
"Yeah, cute. Too bad he wound up as a hood ornament."