December 21st, 2004


Hardly at all about Yule.

Which it is. Good day, la la la, hurrah. Strangely this day always seems a lot more finish-y and refreshing than does January first. It might just be me. :)

Anyway, four more days 'til the arbitrarily-designated day of giving and receiving things, which I do enjoy, don't get me wrong. Although after spending the last three days or so in retail stores buying things, surrounded by hundreds and thousands of psychotic morons (and in the process driving an average of two hours a day, which I hate doing at the best of times - driving, not passing two hours - drivers were being particularly stupid this weekend), I need a couple of days to rest up, get the "I hate everything about this holiday, and I never want to buy anything ever, ever again" out of my system, and prepare to revert to the age of seven as I do every year around the 24th - around the same time that my belief in Santa Claus reaches its annual, unquestionable peak. ;)

(I actually had this idea to avoid Christmas Psychosis. It involved designating every shopper a specific week, spread throughout the year, in which people could do their Christmas shopping. You would only be allowed to Christmas shop within that one week, no earlier, no later. That way there would be no badly-planned rush of lunatics in the same three weeks before Christmas, with spite and greed and desperation culminating into a final, terrible... culmination, making me hate them all and want them dead, rather against the spirit of the holiday. I suppose there would have to be a rather complicated structure to this plan, like tagging individual presents, submitting a list to a central database to prove you actually *were* Christmas shopping... tragically this plan assumes a stable economy, a steady flow of production, and a population that aren't EVIL STUPID LUNATICS, OMG. *breathes*)

Have a tree, though. *beams* (Kim, I seem to have a dozen or so of your shiny bauble-ey decorations. I actually put up a few of them before I noticed. Um... you can have them back? But I'm not coming out there again 'til Friday. So if you'd like them back, you'll have to fetch them. And if you do come, pick me up two boxes of the multi-colour lights, necessarily double-ended, and an extension cord, please?) Also have lights up in one window. Bought lights for the other window, or rather, the sliding door, but they're one-ended and not long enough for the whole top and anyway I forgot to buy an extension cord. But there are presents under it! Not mine, other people's. Nadja's, and Dan's, and Jen's, and Kim's... and the ones I have to mail, which aren't getting mailed 'til January, because of the strike and because it occurs to me that some of them involve perishables that I haven't mailed yet, and at least in the case of the Nova Scotia folks, would probably not get there before Christmas, and even if they did, would just sit in the campus post office 'til everyone got back to school after Christmas. So I'll send them first business day of 2005, or thereabouts (So groundskeeper, bronwyneagles, thatpalebluedot, and Keltie? Watch your mail in early January.), and wasn't *that* a run-on sentence.

And am I the only one getting extremely traumatising childhood flashbacks from this commercial advertising the Peewee's Playhouse DVD? *SHUDDER*

I need to clean. I don't want to go home for Christmas and leave everything like this. Yuck. Meeeesssss.... >.
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Dead white guy TV on the Knowledge Network. The chronicles of David Thompson. Churchill expedition. Yes. He talks about beavers as pets, kept by the dead white guys running trading posts on Hudson Bay.

Which... um... nice? Warm fuzzy cute things. Interest in cute fuzzy things indicates a lack of utter evil. Good. Okay. But... Beavers?! Dude, I've *met* beavers. Beavers are not *nice*. They're not even quite as calm as ferrets. Or gerbils. I get hamsters. Hamsters can be evil or cute, but one way or the other, they can't go batshit and rip out your throat. Or rather, the former, but not the latter.

Beavers are different. o.O

Colonists were crazy.

Which I guess is a redundant statement, because I suppose any colonist would have to be a little bit crazy. "Here, urbanized person! Leave behind everything you've ever known, never to return, and we'll drop you in this completely-unexplored wilderness that often gets quite chilly. But we'll leave you a shovel and a blanket. You'll be fine." Though I always wonder how in hell this country ever got colonised. I guess poverty and desperation played a part. But I mean... one winter in Nova Scotia convinced me that the East coast was not an environment suited to human habitation. My gods, the cold. THE COLD. SNOW IN APRIL. This should indicate to anyone that people are not meant to live here. We had this conversation last night, my parents and I, and we agree that if the continent had been colonized from West to East, rather than East to West, there would be no major cities East of Cranbrook.

(Which, ooh. Is an interesting thought...! Stop that! Twenty-eight books-in-progress!

No, we are *not* starting another book. Stop that right now.



Okay, I'm changing the channel, now.

EDIT: Yes, I noticed. (*SQUEE!*)

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