Christmas

Auughhh. Stuffed.

Also, in the Christmas gift exchange my family does (this is the third year already!) I got a Gingerdead Man! Actually it's just a non-evil Gingerbread Man decoration, but a paint job will fix that ;) It's hanging on the tree now, but after we take it down, it's got a spot on my wall with its name on it.

I bought the movie like a year ago in the supermarket. It cost thirty pesos! A rat's ass costs more than that!

Just imagine him holding a knife. Cute.

It's prompted me to seek out B movies and watch them as a holiday project. I probably won't manage very many, because they are funny, but they're also bad, so it gets a bit tiring if you try to watch more than a few at a time. Also, they can be a bit hard to find, although luckily, once you find them, they're usually dirt cheap.

I don't really ever publish these things...

...but I'll make a vague-ish exception here.

Making me wish I'd never been born won't make me respect you, and will certainly not make me want to do what you want me to. Nor will it make me feel bad that I didn't.

Duh.

Ho-hum

You know, I've only written once this month. Well, I've written three posts, but only published one of them. The other two are meant to be seen only by two eyes, and they're both firmly lodged in my head (and will hopefully remain so for much time to come).

Sometimes I get obsessed with one type of food for weeks –my sister does it, too– and eat it like sixty times a day. At one point it was jocoque, a really tasty spread derived from milk. We'd spread it on everything (well, toast and rice cakes. With jam, or honey, or tomato, or by itself, or with carrots... oh, carrots! That's another one). And now, for me, it's oatmeal. I have a big jar of ground-up oats, and use them to make porridge and eat it like twice a day. Yum.

Feet

Backstory: Last night I went to a Christmas party with my old classmates from secondary school (well, about 40% of them, anyway). Several of us slept over. It was a very cold night, and there was a blanket shortage.

So I've been lying on a carpet for about an hour, hitting up the Internetz, thinking about how the carpet smells like feet. Odd, actually, because when I duck my head and take a sniff it just smells like carpet. Just now, though, I realized that what smells weird is my jacket, which I tossed at an ex-classmate last night when he was complaining about how cold it with the intention that he'd shut up and let me sleep.

Apparently it was his feet that were cold. Damn dude.

Get it? It's a wishbone, or whatever the correct anatomical term is (Google says furcula, "little fork"...um, yeah...). When you unzip it, you're snapping it in half! HA! It's totally appropriate for turkey-laden festivities, but you know what other animals have had wishbones? Dinosaurs! Specifically, theropods. And you know what that means... T-REXES!!!!!