Because I want to know: What's the best thing you got for Christmas this year?

My answer is crazily threefold, because I am so overcome with happiness I cannot decide:

1) My Mom got me a Roomba. So I will now have a silly robot vaccuuming my living room, which is great because I hate vaccuuming and hate messy floors equally.

2) I got the complete Seasons 1 through 5 of Mythbusters. Considering that Adam and Jamie are my comfort watching, this makes me extremely thrilled.

3) This is the one where I can't say how much I like the present yet, but it fills me with warm fuzzies; Gini and I have battled for months over DJ Hero. "It's another stupid plastic toy," she said. "I don't want it cluttering the living room. I don't like the music. And I really hate the gameplay. And I don't want more clutter in our living room!" So though I wanted it, I had resigned myself to not having it.

I felt that box in my lap. I was hoping. And sure enough, even though Gini personally hates it, she got it for me for Christmas because she knew it would make me happy. And that's really filling me with a sense of love right now.

This is a very good Christmas, though. My Dad got me a box full of awesome, too, and Eric and Cat got me a guitar shirt that you can play with your hands. We don't have batteries for that right now, but I'm not going to fret it.

Merry, merry Christmas! So what made you happiest under the tree this holidays?

I ask every year at Christmas: If you'd like to get me an inexpensive gift that will nevertheless make me do little happydances of joy, feel free to post cheesecake pictures of yourself in the comments here. (Alternatively, if they're spicy or you're shy, mail 'em to me at theferrett@theferrett.com.)

(And as always, every year I do this, some guy goes, "Oh ho, here I am! You didn't expect this!" and posts a picture of himself. And it's true that I'm straight, but a) I like seeing pictures of people anyway, b) I'm never shocked by photos of guys, and c) as far as I'm concerned, posting cute pictures of yourself where attractive people - potentially girls - can see them is usually a good idea. So it's like whoah, you sure are alternative, buddy.)

Merry merry!

• 16:45 Drove into Frederick yesterday and today. Even though it's kind of in the country, it was still crowded. Merry Christmas! #

I miss Christmas. I don't know where it went... but it feels kind of gone.

• 12:07 @grammarmonkey Snow angels are required. #
• 18:16 Hmm. Big storm blowing through, but not cold enough to turn to snow. Gonna have to build a rain man instead. (Thanks Max Cannon, #redmeat) #
• 00:13 That new Pope guy, he's a chick magnet! --> www.youtube.com/watch?v=tpDffQJjm9c #

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As mentioned earlier today, I got snow for Christmas. It didn't last long at all, but it was there. There were big, sticky snow flakes that clung to my hair and sleeves. It was so nice.

Now, it's still cold and damp outside. We're doing our best to combat that with a fire in the fireplace and a roast in the oven. I am tired. I still need to wrap Jonathan's Christmas gifts, and also Jonathan's mother's gift.

Anyway, hope that everyone has a fantastic evening and a marvelous tomorrow.

No Zephyr. :( I have people showing up to look for him and the human society has their eyes open. *sigh*

Thanks to everyone who sent me cards! there are a lot of you and my list is at home (I'm at my sister's) so I can't list all your names. But I do love the cards, thank you all so much. *snuggles*

I got snow for Christmas :)

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So here's a weird question which, yes, I AM discussing with loved ones (though not that type of love):

What's an orgy?

I mean, okay, my personal definition is "More than four people, I guess.". Clearly, it's some gathering of multiple people - but three and fours are threesomes and foursomes. But it just seems like a foursome is orgyISH, but not if you go into it with two established couples. So there's kind of a nebulous definition going. Honestly, I'm not sure if I've been to one.

So how do YOU define it personally? Where's the cutoff line between consensual fun and whoo, ORGY!?

I acknowledge this is a fully ludicrous question. Merry Christmas.

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To all those who celebrate:

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
Joyeux Noël et Bonne Année!
Feliz Navidad y Próspero Año Nuevo!



and in ASL:



Love and best wishes to all & to all, a good night!

Whatever works for you, enjoy!

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Current Mood: chipper

We took the train from Ft. Lauderdale to DeLand yesterday. This should have taken 5 hours.

Instead, it took 14.

The drawbridge right outside DeLand got stuck in the up position. This apparently required techs from several hours away. And eight hours. Sitting. And waiting.

It did not take long for the train to run out of booze. Yes. We were on the drunken redneck train. For eight hours. HILARITY ENSUED.

Thank all available gods that a) I had my knitting (15 rows on the Travelling Woman shawl, now named Lady Vagabond), b) we travel with lots of books (but now we need more for the plane), c) Elayna had her Nintendo DS. So aside from impatience and hunger and the annoyance of not getting any damn information, we made it through okay.

They had to hand-crank the bridge down.

So yeah.

We're in DeLand now. But basically, we lost an entire afternoon and evening. I am not sanguine about this.

Here I am, at the office on Christmas Eve. That can mean only one thing; "The Nutcracker" is cranking out of my computer speakers. This makes about 18 years straight that I have upheld this tradition. I bought the cd's at Costco in Yakima, WA in either '91 or '92. On the last day before Xmas vacation, I always play the cd's. This year they were ripped to .mp3 so I don't have to worry about the wear on the discs. The office is quiet otherwise. My co-worker and I will head over to Carl's Jr for a tasty burger at lunchtime and then we're off for the rest of the day. Tonight I will don my gay apparel, i.e. a fursuit, and entertain all of the folks who come to Old Town to take in the holiday lights. Hopefully there will be lots of pics tomorrow!

I should also mention that we have been having a great few days as of late. zippiner and skitzycat invited us over for dinner on Tue. Then last night we invited them over for cake to celebrate gavyn_lumier's b-day. He will be flying out of ABQ (hopefully) today to head home for the holidays. He, Kitty, myself, and scritchwuff had a nice dinner at a Japanese restaurant last night to celebrate his b-day as well as the holidays. For what is supposed to be one of the better Japanese restaurants in ABQ, we were less than impressed. The company was very enjoyable, though. It's having friends like this that make me very thankful for all that I have. That also goes for the majority of you out there. Some we have met FTF, others not. To those on the "not" list, I hope that can be changed in the future. Either way, I luvs ya all. I hope you have a great Christmas and get everything you want. Just don't post it to LJ on the 26th! *LOL*

When I was a child, we had a very special Christmas tradition in my household:

Every year, at least one of us four kids would be sick as a dog for Christmas. In orderly succession we had pneumonia (me), chicken pox (me and my brother), strep throat, Asian flu (me and Mom), chicken pox (my two sisters), mumps (me for Christmas and then stringing out through January), scarlet fever (my brother). Then my parents divorced and the tradition fractured, or at least my ability to recall the marvel that was Sick at Christmas disappeared.

I'm so pleased to be able to uphold it once again.

I spent pretty much all of yesterday in bed. Asleep in bed. This was not lying back watching TV and reading due to boredom, this was deep, motionless sleep. I woke up this morning feeling measurably better than yesterday, as far as sinus infection symptoms go: my throat is barely sore and the pressure in my sinuses is decreased. But I have neither strength nor stamina. And Amy arrives today, along with lots of Christmas activities.

So it's going to be a low-key Christmas for me. But it's still Christmas, and I will enjoy it, by gum.

Current Mood: determined

I started in the same way that most of you did: totally ignorant. Some of you - I suspect most - had this rite of passage foisted upon you before you really had any choice in the matter, dandled over a father's knee while my mortal enemy played upon the tube. You were lost before you knew it.

As the years crept on, it wasn't anything I set out to avoid; had it shown on TV while I was drinking Jaegermeister and Schlitz with my friends, I certainly would have lost my strange virginity. But it didn't, and by the time I was twenty-five I recognized my status as a statistical anomaly.

So, I decided, I will go to my grave pure.

This is why, at the age of forty, I have never seen It's a Wonderful Life.

Nor will I. I walk out of the room when it's on, now, avoid parties where it might be shown. I've gone half my life without seeing this American classic, and since I've covered this distance inadvertently I intend to reach the goal purposely.

Thing is, I don't think I'm missing much. I did get to thirty without seeing Gone with the Wind, which I considered a lesser triumph - but when Gini found that I'd never seen it, she said, "WELL, YOU'RE GONNA!" and sat me down for four hours. And lo! The burning of Atlanta was actually more impressive than people had said. So I don't regret having her pierce that celluloid hymen.

But It's a Wonderful Life? I ask, "Is it worth breaking a four-decade fast?" and they hem and haw and go, "WeeEEEllll.... It's pretty good..." And I walk on. I have no time to waste on an okay movie.

So I stand alone. Others have not seen It's a Wonderful Life, I am sure, but I am the only one I am aware of who has made this a principled stand. You cannot make me see It's a Wonderful Life. You cannot break me. I will tumble into the soft earth of my grave with my eyes clean, to be greeted by a wingless angel.

Of course, I do have nightmares sometimes. I see myself in the old-age home, decrepit, bound to a wheelchair so I do not fall out. I am wheeled in front of the television to placate me, and just as the nurse deposits me before the screen, I hear through enfeebled ears, "THIS CHRISTMAS, TBS PRESENTS THE 'IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE' MARATHON! TWENTY-FOUR HOURS OF THIS AMERICAN CLASSIC!"

I rattle in the chair. I have no dentures, and I must scream.

• 11:29 @mattstaggs _Sometimes_ XKCD hits it out of the park. It's probably funnier for us Aspies who have runaway reductio ad absurdum. #
• 11:31 .@mrdankelly Restraints/bondage gear for cold-weather fetishists, maybe? tumblr.com/xff4wsuvi #
• 11:49 .@mrdankelly Wow. Yeah, that outfit could be adapted. Maybe Zvarte Piet on one side, Krampus on the other? #
• 12:12 @mrdankelly -holds up card- "Professional horror writer" it says. Sorry. Thought you knew... #
• 12:45 @mattstaggs Arsinotherium? Titanotherium? Man, it's all dinosaurs these days. Extinct megafauna get no love.... #
• 12:57 @mattstaggs The only thing I can come up with is megatherium, but that was a ground sloth. It was the size of a rhino... #
• 13:14 @alfie Out of daily resources for #echobazaar / Fallen London? So tempted to get involved! How much does it cost you in time per day? #
• 13:28 @kaigani @alfie I'm gonna check it out, then. Especially if it has a strong storyline. For research purposes, of course. :) #
• 18:29 .@mightywombat It's no Argentinian Lake Duck, but it'll do! :D Thanks for remembering! bit.ly/4YW0E4 #

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