Typically, I am rather disappointed after Christmas, because no matter what I got, it wasn't really what I wanted. The fact that I can't really put my finger on what I did want is irrelevant - I just have the vague feeling that what I got wasn't it.
This Christmas was different, though. I really didn't want anything, when you get right down to it. I have basically maxed out on stuff.
What I did get this Christmas was some quality time with my nephews and nieces (and why isn't there a collective and gender neutral term for "nephews and nieces", other than the awkward "first cousins once removed", which I'm not sure is correct in any case?). I got to play a lot of games with some challenging opponents, including a chance to "suck the fun" out of Clue with my complicated but effective Clue Information Management SystemTM.
I also got to do the robot dance, and I have accumulated more potential blackmail materials on several of my relatives. And that's a gift that is priceless, or at least potentially lucrative. So let's "celebrate good times", huh, Beth?
On top of that, I got to eat just an obscene amount of wonderful food over two days, between the Flynns and the Kuzejas. Considering that my normal diet consists of Burger King burgers, microwaved TV dinners, pizza, doughnuts, and chips and salsa (all of which I love), actual food is a welcome change. I'm sure Allison regrets the large amount of ethnic food I consumed yesterday, though.
Now I am looking ahead to the new year. I have a lot of changes that need to be made to this web site. For one thing, I may be able to get a cable modem next year, which means that the address of these pages may change. I'll keep you posted on that as I learn more. Naturally, I have to set up a new page for all of the pool corpses for next year. I also need to post the best of the Christmas pictures I took, after I doctor them up a bit (mostly red-eye removal).
Not much of a rant today, I guess - more of a rehash. Don't worry - a few days at work ought to irritate me enough to spew some real vitriol. Something else to look forward to, I guess.
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