Our Festivus

We decided this year that since we just got married in September, and have never spent a Christmas together, that we would opt out of going anywhere on Christmas Day. So last night we went to my mother-in-law's house for the afternoon and for dinner, and so this morning we woke up at home. We got up around 8, opened our stocking presents, I made cappuchino, then I made fresh squeezed orange juice, and then we opened presents. It has been a nice relaxing morning. We followed that up with a great breakfast and some champagne. At this very moment my wife is sleeping since the breakfast and champagne knocked her out. It is 1:22 PM, I am going thru the gifts and playing on the internet, and it is 74 degrees out. San Diego is surely a strange place to spend Christmas Day after growing up in the Northeast.

When she wakes up I will shower and we will go the beach to spend the afternoon in the sun drinking beer. Then we will go to our friend's parent's house and have dinner and drinks.

It's been a wonderful Festivus day, and I wouldn't want to spend it any other way.

Happy Festivus.

Life

The old lady sits in the plaza
just like yesterday
The old man gets on the bus at the same stop
just like yesterday
The young lady goes to work and sits at her desk
just like yesterday
The young man ponders while he waits for change
just like yesterday

Things change and days pass
Yet each day is eerily the same
Routines come and they go
But things today are pretty much like they were yesterday

That's life I suppose.

Today was a good day

Didn't even have to use my AK.

Oh wait. That's not what I meant. I got my Christmas bonus today, and it definately made me quite happy. I've not had a bonus that big before. And yesterday my boss took us out shopping and bought us some pimp new clothes. At Nordstrom.

The past three 10 hour days have been worth it. I never thought I'd say that before. Things are good.

Walkmans

I've seen more walkmans lately than I thought were in existance. About a month ago I saw a girl on the bus rockin' out with her headphones on, then she pulled a walkman out of her pocket and flipped the tape. It was great. Today I saw a guy walking down the street jammin out with his walkman.

But it got me thinking. It's pretty funny, but it's also sort of sad. These people are 3 and almost 4 musical generations behind. It's sad that in a day and age where 10 year old kids demand their own cell phones and people buy new IPOD's because they don't like the color of their old one or they want a smaller one, that people are still using walkmans.

But on the other hand, music is music, who really needs the latest and greatest? It kinds of makes you think about it. Your first instinct is to think, "Ha, a walkman, what is that crap!" but then you think, "You know, does it matter?" I mean really, walkmans were still sold in the stores probably 5 years ago. But since then there have been CD players, the old crappy ones, and then the better ones that didn't skip, then IPODS and other MP3 players, and now there are IPODs the size of credit cards and even phones that play music. It's all sort of ridiculous, no?

a little bit crazy?

Do you ever find yourself having a little bit of a crazy thought? Sure, everyone does. What about a thought that shocks you that you thought it? Every now and then a thought will pop into my head, maybe it's a little bit crazy, maybe perverted, maybe even it's just sick. I've always sort of thought that everyone has these thoughts, that everyone is just a bit crazy, but the different between "us" and "them" is that we know that the thought is crazy. Sometimes when I see a crazy headline of something off the wall or bizarre that someone did, I can sort of relate to it, even though I find it apalling. Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about crazy murderous thoughts, those make me sick to even imagine, but just weird thoughts. I think that everyone is crazy in their own way, but what makes us "normal" is that we can filter those thoughts and dispose of them and continue being normal. Sort of rambling, yes I know, but just what was on my mind.

Why so damn chipper?

Ok, so I admit, I'm not the most talkative, outgoing guy in the world. I'm plenty friendly, just not chipper all the time. I'm a "come into work and say 'Hi, how's it going?' type of guy". Then I just proceed to what I have to do.

But there's this girl at work who just irritates the hell out of me. She comes in (late) and as she walks by she says "Hi! So how was your weekend?" (in the happiest voice in the world). There are several of us who sit in earshot, so I generally ignore her question while someone else answers her, and pretend to be so heavily involved in work that I didn't even hear the question. I also do it to hopefully make her wonder what hell is wrong with me, and why am I so damn unfriendly. But not to be disouraged by my lack of enthusiam, she then pointedly asks me:

Her: "Russ, how was your weekend?"
Me: "Fine."
Her: "What did you do?"
Me: "Nothin'. (Thinking to myself "What does she really care? We're not that good of friends for her to know the details of my weekend. Plus if I told her that I drank a lot or jacked off four times (not really) she would be equally disturbed.)
Her: "Did you do any Christmas shopping?"
Me: "A little."

Damn chipper people. They piss me off.

The End.