Happy second day of the Christmas season. I hope everyone had a good Thanksgiving; mine was good and also fairly strange. Good because it was a Thanksgiving dinner, and I was with Julie, and everyone liked the cranberry sauce (I made the cranberry sauce); strange for a couple reasons, mostly because much of it was spent in discussion with Julie’s uncle Butch, who is the archetypal girlfriend’s uncle: army veteran, makes jokes about me and his niece getting married. He’s great. I spent about half of the dinner arguing with him (and the rest of the table, save Julie) about Wal-Mart; I was the lone con in a sea of pros. It didn’t bother Butch, though, since he had already established that I’m a good guy in the traditional male way–quizzing me on sports trivia.
It’s really nice to be relaxing, finally. I really needed a vacation–I spent my last three class periods just staring straight ahead, or trying to draw Homestar in my notebook. Next week is, astoundingly, the last week of classes, then Finals Week, then home.
Your four Finnegans Wake words for today are:
Use them three times and they’re yours.
Now go shop!