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+ Boiler has been replaced, to the tune of $10K, but at least the heat works now. YEAH.
+ Christmas came and was somewhat uneventful. X-chan was going to go up to Grandma's but sprung a flat, and of course there was no place to fix it on Christmas Eve, so she stayed with us. We watched A Christmas Story (after I struck out in my efforts to find White Christmas at the 'Mart) and the MST3K version of Santa Claus Conquers the Martians, also ate salmon with avocado and pomegranate salsa for Christmas dinner. (Nomnomnom.) Lolmom loved the new slippers I got her, will probably like sweaters but we don't know how they fit yet. X-chan was pleased to receive the dinosaur necklace so at least that was a hit. (I also gave her Flambards, the BBC series after which she was named.)
+ Went to investigate whether the toilet had overflowed just now, slipped on wet floor, came down heavy on my ass. OW. I can feel a bruise forming, ready to wreak havoc at a time known only to me.
+ Back to work tomorrow. Then I have another three-day weekend and another four-day work week. Then I will have a normal work week, crowned by ANOTHER three-day weekend. Experts anticipate I'll be fucked up until February!
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Last night, X-chan drove up from Tennessee. I saw her pull into the driveway, so opened the door to let her in; she was carrying a Tupperware baking pan. The light wasn't too good, so she handed me the baking pan, and I made a joke about getting Tupperware for Christmas.

l33: It's just what I've always wanted!
X-chan: I wouldn't hold it too close to you. Also I'd wash my hands. It's got poop in it.
l33: Poop.
X-chan: Yup.
l33: You brought us poop for Christmas. This isn't your poop, is it?
X-chan: No, but I do have a surprise for you! :D
l33: Oh? Is it pee?
X-chan: No! It's out in the car. I'll go get it now. :D :D :DDDD

Presently, X-chan returned with a cat carrier. At first, I thought, "Why the hell did she bring the SpastiCat home with her?", given that X-chan is happy to leave the SpastiCat to her own devices for a few days if it's a short trip, and then, when X-chan set it on the dining room table, it became obvious that this was not the SpastiCat.

l33: Is this. Is this a KITTEN???
(For those of you who just met me earlier this year, my last cat died in '09 and I wasn't ready until a couple of months ago to think about getting another one. I figured it would be sometime in 2011, but the lolmom and I had wanted to pull up the carpet in the living room etc.)
X-chan: Yes. Don't worry, Mom knows. :D

The kitten is black and white (X-chan kept calling her "little tuxedo cat") and gives the impression of being carbonized on the top and undercooked on the bottom. We are pretty sure it's a girl, though obviously we're going to have the vet make sure. X-chan thinks the kitten is about 3-4 months old, though neither of us has had a kitten in years so we're not sure; she's friendly and sociable, not afraid of people, and basically stalked X-chan until the latter gave in. The new surroundings were very interesting to her, but she let me pet her and purrs obligingly, and we think she can be trusted not to repeat Callice's toileting offenses. She is slightly damaged; something bad has happened to her tail (it looks like it was run over or possibly like something took a big chomp out of her there), but the injury has healed (she doesn't cry or run away if her tail is touched), and it may need to be amputated, but I'll let the vet make that determination. She's also a sneezy little thing and has some discharge coming from one eye; since the injury to her tail is healed, X-chan thinks she was likely deliberately neglected or turned out of doors and that she's not someone's beloved pet who got out or ran away, and I'm inclined to agree.

Look at the KITTEN. )

Orders of business:
[livejournal.com profile] augustuscaesar, thank you for the v-gift :D

[livejournal.com profile] forgottensanity, I received your package but have not opened it yet, in a rare show of restraint (also, KITTEN). Thank you :D

Finally, I leave you with this, the second greatest Christmas story ever told. (The greatest Christmas story ever told is "Duel in the Snow, or, Red Ryder Versus the Cleveland Street Kid", by Jean Shepherd.)

Everybody have a happy Saturday, since people of all cultures and creeds can agree that tomorrow is that, and if Tara makes a smart remark about her hemisphere and time zones I shall take her away and have caponata shoveled down her throat and THAT will show her. :P
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+ First, though this comes very belated, things came from [livejournal.com profile] forgottensanity, [livejournal.com profile] beldar, and [livejournal.com profile] dethorats arrived, and were opened and squeed over and greatly appreciated in general. Thanks, guys. ★
+ X-chan was home for Christmas, which was nice and drama-free; I had worried that there might be drama. But it was great to see her again, and I'm pleased by how well she's doing. (No explanation forthcoming, the end.)
+ I am feeling very self-loathing at the moment, due in part to the fact that I a.) have paid my auto insurance and am now poor, and b.) seem unable to touch anything without immediately breaking it. My trail of destruction has continued with a box of Christmas ornaments and the towel bar (again). Also, more stuff that I'm going to be cryptic about; I'm not worried so much about the stuff itself but about what I've made up about that, and I'm going to have to wait one way or the other in order to find out how accurate it is. ASDFLKAJSDLFKJASLDFJ.
+ I am trying to counter the above with hefty rounds of Int0rbuttz games, fanfiction, and "Ladies" by Sarai on constant repeat, because there's just something about it that makes me happy.
+ At least I have New Year's Day off.
+ Uh, I think that's it then.
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Dear Mr H~:

Hi there. It's your great-great-granddaughter, writing from TEH FUTURES. Specifically, about a hundred years or so, give or take, after your arrival in the New World. Given the lack of documentation, I'm starting to wonder if you did in fact arrive in the New World and if someone in the intervening generations didn't make the whole thing up. Also, it appears that your name was a very common one for strapping young Jewish lads in central and eastern Europe at about that time, so as you can imagine I'm having a lot of trouble leafing through Ellis Island records. Jewish GenWeb cheerfully assures me that it is possible to identify and locate you and my great-great-grandmother, despite the fact that you appear to have changed your surname (to H~) upon your arrival on our fair shores. I have severe reservations. When I ran my surname in their database (like a card file, but a lot faster), I got so many results that I just said a lot of bad words and decided to give up.

You might ask why I don't just go to the synagogue and ask to see the records. Well, I'm in the Midwest--I don't know just when you died, so I may be rehashing things you already know--where your grandson, my grandfather, stayed after he was discharged from the Army. There was a girl in it, you see. Also, the thing you feared has come to pass: we're not Jewish anymore. (Please don't scream too hard at my great-grandfather for this. He couldn't help who he loved.) Sometimes I still experience vestigial fury about this, not so much for our being goyim as for having lost our culture. I was brought up in my mother's Irish-German Catholic culture, which I'm glad for, but it would have been nice to have something from you guys too, besides some names that nobody could ever really quite remember and some towns that might be in Hungary/Poland/Croatia/the Crimean Ilkhanate/wherever. Nobody knows better than I that the past is often too painful to rehash, but it's my history too, and if I'm going to die of something that only strikes down Ashkenazim, I'd like to know if I have a fighting chance.

Anyway, I'm writing because I'm hoping you can appear to me in a dream or something and give me some reliable identifying details. I'm not LDS, so I don't believe your eternal salvation hangs upon my being able to identify you, but it's hard for me to see a puzzle and be unable to solve it.

Love,
l33 (your great-great-granddaughter, through your son Joseph)

PS: I know there was great anti-Semitism and pogroms and grinding poverty and repressive authorities and that, but the real reason you left Hungary(?) was because you had a fight with your father amirite?


Unrelated: Speeshul thx to [livejournal.com profile] augustuscaesar and [livejournal.com profile] samanosukesgirl for the card and the paid time, respectively. I ★ you both! (It's like ♥ but sparklier, also I like stars better than hearts.)
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This is, basically, a giant brain dump, because I can't be arsed to post on a regular basis. For that, I apologize. Perhaps I will manage to get my shit together by January.

l33: L33 HAS HAND-EYE COORDINATION SUPERIOR TO THAT OF A BRAIN-DEAD ZOMBIE AND CAN HOLD ON TO THINGS
The Universe: ERROR

BREAKING SHIT is my power! )

OVERANALYSIS is my power! )

MISCELLANEOUS BABBLE is my power! )

BLATANT GREED is my power! )

[livejournal.com profile] uigenna: RAIEN. RAIEN. RAIEN. I have hopped on but not seen j00. Also, I have most of Friday and most of Saturday free (though I do have to work for a few hours in the evening). Just FYI. I do want to play with j00!
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Some belated shout-outs: Yo, [livejournal.com profile] dethorats! Just a note to say that the package came a few days ago, and was opened with many noises of delight. :D I look forward to Bomba the Jungle Boy, in a hip, postmodern misappropriation-of-The-Boys'-Own-Paper sort of way, as you have your finger eerily on the pulse of my literary tastes.

Also, while I'm going "yo" at people, yo to [livejournal.com profile] beldar and [livejournal.com profile] the_dark_snack, both of whom I met once, whose card came a day or two ago. The Penguin Fairy of Joy is welcome in my home any time, and can no doubt kick the Bluebird of Happiness' ass. (As we're fond of saying at my house, "But what this scene REALLY needs…is a PENGUIN.")

I finally got a new cellphone. I'm doing the pay-as-you-go thing, because right now the last thing I need is another bill to worry about. Anyway, should there be intermittent disruptions in twittering, that's why. (Incidentally, if you're on Twitter, my username is, unsurprisingly, xifeng. If you want me to follow you thereon in a creepy, stalkerish manner and I'm not already doing so, do let me know.) For whatever reason, I'm not getting tweets from some of you; no doubt Twitter is malfunctioning or something.

Last night, ran around to libraries (didn't go to Bloomington as originally planned, but I'm off Saturday so I might do it then, weather permitting). Got home at 8:30 and was surprised to find that the lolmom was not there; on examining voicemail, complete with several panicky messages, the following saga unfolded.

Lolmom: o hai iz me. i r @ w0rk. car iz ded. i haz it towed. plz come pix me up DDDD:
l33: *is at the library; comes home*
Lolmom: iz me again. plz dnot maek me spend nite @ w0rk DDDD:
l33: OFUX. DDDD: *dials lolmom at work*
Lolmom: o hai. i cans come home nau? :D
l33: OH GOD. I'M SORRY. I DIDN'T TAKE THE PHONE WITH ME.
Lolmom: iz ok. plz u pix me up nau? kthx. :DDDD

And so I undertook the Voyage To The Center Of Nowhere in order to pick her up.

(Random fun fact: The lolmom has a degree in English and doesn't actually talk like this, but sometimes our conversations verge so much on the WTF that I feel compelled to represent her in Netspeak. I mentioned that she's sort of like my blog mascot-cute, lovable, occasionally bumbling-and she asked if she had a cute cartoon avatar. I said no, I usually use :D and D: to represent her as necessary.)

We're not sure what's wrong with the car. Mom said it wouldn't start at all, and when she called someone to come jump it for her, he was unable to do so (either with the battery pack or with jumper cables); the battery's only a year old and shouldn't need to be replaced for some time to come. Oddly, she had lights and radio, which isn't consistent with a battery issue. She's had intermittent problems with getting the car to heat (the heating system has extracted concessions from her but shows no signs of actually capitulating). We're really hoping it can be fixed easily, because we're in no position to buy another car.

Tomorrow is 2009! It's a SHINY NEW YEAR which I haven't managed to dork up yet. (Wait.)

Kiss my ass, 2008.
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Hey, [livejournal.com profile] forgottensanity, I got the stuff you sent! The Daim bars came a few days ago; unfortunately, they had consumed most of the babies in transit (apparently they resemble turnips in that), and then the adult went for X-chan, so I had to take it out by a chomp to the neck. Its flesh is deliciously toffeelike. :9

Also, the basket was greatly appreciated and has been enthusiastically enjoyed; we all loved it. :D I did share it, simply because I couldn't eat all that myself.

♥ for [livejournal.com profile] augustuscaesar and [livejournal.com profile] queen_lily_rose. Just because.

X-chan was home, and we got to spend some time together, but now she's gone. This has been yay, except for the part where she had to leave. I've been trying to convince her to move to Kentucky, but Kentucky doesn't do the greatest job of selling itself, so.

I had the bright idea to use my day off on Tuesday to go up to Bloomington and return library books. This would have gone off without a hitch if it were not for the goddamned weather (freezing rain); it was supposed to get better here, and Bloomington isn't that far north, but still. What usually takes about two and a half to three hours took all day, due in part to having to stop several times because some yahoo thought four-wheel drive magically granted him immunity to the laws of physics and went skidding off the road. (I am scared shitless of skidding and was frightened when it happened to me near Huntingburg. Fortunately, I didn't lose control of the car and didn't hit anything or go careening into an embankment; I was able to right myself and proceed shakily through the intersection.) The first time, I felt sorry for the driver; after the third or fourth time, I stopped feeling any pity or human fellow-feeling at all. (On US-231, headed northbound through Martin and Daviess Counties? Uh, yeah. They don't believe in guardrails there, apparently. Not that guardrails are your best defense against skidding.) So by the time I got to Bloomington, the library was closed (and has just reopened yesterday, in honor of [livejournal.com profile] duokinneas' birthday), and the roads were still bad (IN-46 westbound was completely blocked off at the Owen/Monroe county line due to the number of accidents, and there were several nasty messes on IN-37 headed northbound), so I wound up having to get a hotel room for the night and shush a panicky lolmom. The Travelodge actually isn't too bad. The weather heated up overnight, it was good to be home, and by the time I left this morning the ice had melted and there was just plain old regular rain, which I can deal with.

I'm getting a little tired of this not-living-in-Bloomington nonsense.

Also, I got to wait on Mr and Mrs Speshul Snowflake on Christmas Eve. The 'Mart closes at 6 p.m. on Christmas Eve and remains closed until 6 a.m. on 26 December. :D Anyway, we were herding people out (after multiple announcements that YOUR CESSPIT LOL-MART STORE IS CLOSING and subsequently that YOUR LOL-MART STORE IS NOW CLOSED) around 6, and the Speshul Snowflakes decided to come in to pick up their meat trays from the deli RIGHT THEN and suffered severe butthurt injuries when informed that a.) we were closed and b.) the deli had given their meat trays to someone else.

Christmas was okay. The X came back from Indy (turned out my father and Pweshus Wifey weren't there for Christmas DAMN I could have gone if I hadn't had to work) and we had breakfast and opened presents and watched A Christmas Story and all was yay.

So. I'm back. I guess I might try to write more regularly in this thing. I'm going to try to pick myself back up in 2009; I've been so angry and bitter for so long that I've let myself get stuck in it, and that's not good.
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[livejournal.com profile] duokinneas was my favorite Christmas present when I was 8, despite having to wait another 16 years before she was ready to play with (she required some assembly). Also, at the time I didn't know that Talyn would be my favorite Christmas present, so foolishly preferred the E-Z-Bake Oven over her.

Anyway, special seahorse, yesterday you were 20. And now you are no longer a teenager and have started on your second decade of double digits, so I guess I should stop mumbling about Damn Kids. Just think--one more year until you're legally old enough to drink!

Please forgive your old seme for not posting on the day itself; I had had to be at work by 5:30 in the morning, after a fitful night's sleep during which my wisdom teeth persistently woke me, so when I got home I was out cold for about 15 hours.

Anyway, because it is an Immutable Tradition, I present the pièce de résistence: SOME MORE SICKENING RAINBOW HEARTS.



Happy belated birthday!
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First off: THXSOMUCH [livejournal.com profile] dethorats 4 PCKG. You are now officially my favorite for the espresso chocolate alone, and may possibly hold the coveted post of Favoritest Ever for the Maori folktales. Also, the socks fucking ROCK and match my ttly 4w5um grey pants. Also also, I hope you survived your attempt at better living through dentistry. XD

Mom and I are d0rks, so we celebrated New Year's Eve with a pizza (that we bought with the gift card X-chan gave us) and a stack of movies. (We had been going to go out and see something, but it was dark and rainy and we'd both been driving around all day and neither of us felt like driving anywhere farther than the movie rental store or Pizza Hut.)

H is in Kobe, and likely to be there for the next week or thereabouts. This gives me license to slack on the e-mail front. Also, since I got to see my sister, he gets to see his. Fair is fair even if I am a bit lost without him.

Blah blah blah gabble gabble gabble )

And now, off to bed.
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So, the Christmas haul:

Under a cut, so you don't have to endure my blatant materialism )

Callice received a new catnip toy, which she played with for all of five minutes before she decided that it would be more fun to go gnaw on the curly ribbon on the packages. We wound up tying curly ribbon to the catnip toy (which entailed touching cat slobber), and she was mellow for all of twenty minutes. Seriously, I do not understand why some people sentimentalize their cats.

Happy holidays, you lot. ♥
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Everything that could go wrong last week did (the short summary: I broke the showerhead on Monday; I tried to make candy and wound up burning the almond bark and had to get more; I ran all over God's green acre and have no money and then on top of that I did not get my paycheck on Friday and so I couldn't get my car out of the shop because without that money I can't pay for the deductible). But it's the weekend now, and X-chan has just arrived from Parts Unknown and is currently sleeping off her jet lag, and none of the other shit matters anymore.

H sent me flowers, which arrived today quite unexpectedly (I had already gone to the post office to pick up the other things he sent me, which I had to sign for, and am now richer by 2000 yen).

Nobody, in all my life, has ever, ever sent me flowers before.

I love flowers.

It is harder than you might think to find the words to tell someone that he is, easily, the most wonderful person you have ever met in your entire life, especially when your standard expressions of love/affection tend to sound like, "Yo, [livejournal.com profile] dethorats! I'm going to skewer you alive and then put fire ants up your nose!" or "Goddammit, [livejournal.com profile] imperfectkatoru, I'm going to kick your ass." I've spent almost four hours trying to figure it out, which isn't working, and I think the thing to do may be to come out and say it.

In conclusion, YAY.
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So I went Christmas shopping today, which was just perfect because everybody of course wants to drive around in the rain and stand in line for hours and hours and hours. On the other hand, at least I took care of [livejournal.com profile] dethorats' Christmas presents (heh heh heh, I done took care of Price real good) and X-chan. That's the plus side of giving yourself permission to stop when Christmas shopping isn't fun anymore.

Also, I had an eggnog latte made of WIN and finished a couple of books, so yay.

Oh, and I was very restrained when I got to Best Buy, because not only did I not buy [livejournal.com profile] duokinneas some adorable Hello Kitty swag, but I also did not buy a couple of anime DVDs which were, basically, tales of Edo-period horror involving the Goblin Cat and the one about the samurai who poisons his wife. (You know the story; the one where he poisons his wife so he can marry another girl who would be a better alliance but the poison backfires and disfigures the wife and she's so demoralized she dies and then she haunts him for aeons. I'm too lazy to go Wikifag it right now, so that's all you get if you don't already know the story.) This was tremendously restrained for me, since as you know I think the presence of a samurai automatically constitutes Great Art. A samurai could have saved Ishtar. And Bratz: The Movie.

Because it's That Time Of Year:
Ten Christmas Songs I Actually Like )
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There was snow in the northern part of the state (apparently, since I don't tool around in northern Indiana), but nothing down here except some half-assed flurries in Sullivan, not even enough to cover the ground or anything. Nonetheless, I took my coat today, which I don't usually do this early in the winter.

I also finally caved and busted out the big guns: body lotion with shea butter. My skin is extremely dry, particularly the back of my left knee at which I have been clawing intermittently, and other people might be able to manage with less severe measures, but I can't. I actually envy these people who can manage with lighter lotions. (When I was a little kid, my skin thought it would be hilarious to develop seborrheic dermatitis and make everything that touched me hurt me, even my pajamas.) As I was telling [livejournal.com profile] duokinneas last year, or possibly in 2005, my descendants would be a race of skinless god-polymaths, if I were going to have any descendants.

If I hear that godawful song about the kid who wants to buy his mother a pair of shoes for Christmas so she'll look pretty when she dances with Jesus, or whatever that song is actually about, ONE MORE TIME, I cannot answer for what will happen next. It will probably involve me running amok and killing people.

Other fascinating things that have happened lately: I have purchased Christmas cards that you people can actually display without getting raised eyebrows (most of the ones I had before said things like "Joy to the fucking world!" on the front, or contained sly double entendres, or contained not-particularly-sly single entendres). These have adorable snowmen, because I like snowmen, and plus they were on special at the 'Mart.

Also, I am re-reading all the Balzac I have (I think I mentioned this project before) plus whatever the IU libraries have in English translation, and suddenly have the urge to start up a cracky RP set in early 19th-century Paris. (On the rare occasions when I want to play fandom, I always gravitate to the obscure fandoms or the fandoms where, as far as I know, I am the fandom. But then again I suppose it could be worse.) Never mind that probably nobody else on the Int0rwebz has read Balzac and would be interested in RPing in my cracktastic little world. I totally call Eugène de Rastignac, in case any of them have and are reading this.

Also also, I love (for "love" please understand "mildly dislike") the pervasive feeling that I am very unhappy outside the Church, coupled with the knowledge that I cannot go back (not right now, and possibly not ever for a wide variety of reasons). I also particularly enjoyed how this epiphany hit me while I was speeding towards Bedford. Why oh why does all the WTF come when I am in the car?

Agenda for tonight: get work out, read A Harlot High and Low, go to bed.
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Plz disregard last entry. I was totally out of control last week, which was a crappy week anyway even if it did entail a record-breaking four trips to Bloomington. If I haven't discussed it with you, assume I don't want to talk about it and move on.

Happy birthday to [livejournal.com profile] forgottensanity! Because it's still 4 December here. Also, I got your package yesterday. I have not opened the presents, but did open the tin (because I always do what you tell me to do), and the contents thus far have proven to be delicious. :9

If you want some sort of Christmas card or sommat from me, and I haven't already extorted your mailing address from you, be sure to head here and leave it in a comment. Last day is 10 December.

Took the car to get an estimate on the repairs today. It comes to something like $1900, which entails the replacement of a headlight, a fog light cover, a lining, and I think my entire front bumper to boot, plus painting everything, plus plus my car being in the shop for like four days. Thanks to the miracles of insurance, I pay $250 and the insurance foots the bill, then passes it on to me, the valued customer, in the form of a higher premium.

Not much else to say.
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JOB update: Sapping will to live, as usual. Hopefully this will just be temporary. I have an interview in Bloomington tomorrow, and while I'm trying not to pin all my hopes on it (the more so since it would create some not-altogether-desirable stress), it's nice to be potentially wanted.

MOOD update: Not getting any better, sad to say. Probably won't be better for some time to come. H, [livejournal.com profile] augustuscaesar, and m0mmy are, between the three of them, helping to salvage what little remains of my sanity. ♥ Also, the holidays are just around the corner, and blah blah blah angst blah blah blah backstory blah blah blah tedious drama the upshot of which is that I hate Christmas, which you probably already knew, so between all that I probably won't be worth much until January. I'll try not to snap at anyone but I may be bitchy. There may be entire entries dedicated to waaaaaaaangst. (Like this one, for instance).

RELIGION update: Flipped through a book of m0mmy's called Faith Rediscovered by Lawrence S. Cunningham, was rather uncomfortably shown myself, have been fiddling around with the faith of my mothers in my head. The short list:

My Religious Wangst, Let Me Show You It )

In conclusion, WANKYWANKYWANKWANK.

Going to bed now. I have too much to do before Thanksgiving and not enough time to do it in.
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Because this is a tradition that started in 2001 and because [livejournal.com profile] jurhael does it every year, I have to do it too. So without further ado, I present

Christmas Haul '06 )

We just grazed on hors d'oeuvres, watched A Christmas Story, and now Mom is watching Pirates of the Caribbean. It turned out that X-chan misstated the size of the living room TV (she told me that it was 19", so I acted on that and bought Mom a 19"; it turns out that the TV is actually a 26"). I told Mom we could get a larger if she wanted; she's not sure.

Hope everybody is faaabulous.

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A joyous nonspecific winter holiday of your choice to all. :D

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...on account of my Christmas shopping is done. Hurrah! I had to call X-chan to find out the size of the living room TV (it was smaller than I thought; as a kid, it appeared huge to me), and then as things turned out I couldn't fit it in the car and had to call X-chan to come schlep it off the Best Buy premises in Mom's car. Apparently one of my presents is being kept in the garage, so I can't go in there, and Mom wouldn't stop doing laundry and get out of the basement, so X-chan couldn't get it down there. In the end, we settled for leaving it in the back of m0mmy's car, administering the strictest of injunctions (viz., "DON'T ANYBODY LOOK IN THE BACK OF THE JIMMY!!!!!11!!").

Oh, and X-chan will get her pasta machine, which is exactly the same thing I bought for Mom 5 years ago (to replace the one we had when I was a kid, which got ruined; you're not supposed to get them wet, and somehow Mom's got wet) but mysteriously costs about $10 more. SO EMBITTERED, but I hope she likes it.

In today's "Oh Teh Hilarity" section, MasterCard sent me, like, three offers for a card with a credit limit of $1000, oblivious to the fact that I already have a MasterCard and that that is its credit limit.

Happy holidays, and that.
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X-chan is here. :D

Some of you may be applying the greetings in your Christmas cards to Christmas 2007 D:

Some of you may also be opening your presents on Eastern Orthodox Christmas (7 January, for the uninitiated) D:

Three days until the Epic Confrontation.
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Dear Lee,

Yes, it's fantabulous that your spending power is now slightly increased because you finally, finally got a credit card instead of a rejection letter! (Because you haven't defaulted on your car loan, so now you're fabulous and they MUST have you.) Think of all the things you can purchase! Computer shit! Airline tickets! A copy of Photoshop that wasn't burned for you by a co-worker off her illegal copy!

However, exercise a modicum of restraint and don't immediately spend the fuck out of your available balance just because you can. You have seen credit collection cases. You have been a bill collector. You understand how credit works. Remember: you like your credit score where it is.

Also, in case you forgot in your rush of euphoria, that APR is some nasty shit.

You may, however, use your store credit to buy teh m0mmy a new television set, which should probably happen sooner rather than later. Christmas is right around the corner, you know.

No love, and scant tolerance,
Lee

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