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Christmas Goodies

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In which I tell you what I got for Xmas!

Christmas day was fun. I slept in, which is always awesome. Then I vacuumed the living room, helped G’ma with food preparation, set up the card table and found chairs. Around 1:30 the family showed up.

Presents!

We ate, opened gifts, and then had dessert. It was a lovely afternoon.

Behold the awesome goods I received:

  • a cute hand-crocheted hat
  • a wallet
  • a Dalek cell phone charm!
  • a gift certificate for a cut & color with my stylist
  • a towel and some bath soak
  • an Amazon gift certificate
  • $15 cash
  • a bag of food: pasta, brownie mix, candy, and more
  • a salad cook book
  • a gift bag with pens, oranges and cookies

A pretty awesome haul, methinks! Apparently there will be more when we see the rest of the family; G’ma said my aunt Sue has her gift for me, and my cousins and other aunt & uncle will probably show up at some point for belated gift exchanges. The damn weather kept half the family from coming to Walla Walla, so we still have a big pile of unopened gifts for them under the tree.

Which means we get to have Christmas AGAIN later! Yay!

How’d you all make out? Anybody get anything really wonderful?

Update: Also got a bitchin’ solar system poster from ThinkGeek!

Blogging at 40

Admissions,

In which I was born into a world that did not contain the word “blogger.”

I’m not going to call myself an early adapter because I’m not. But I have been blogging for about eight years now, and in spite of having lost a shitload of content over the years – server crashes, failed backups, my own stupidity – I find that when I log into my current CMS, it greets me with these statistics: “You have 1,617 posts, 11 pages, 49 drafts, contained within 71 categories and 217 tags. You have 5,688 total comments, 5,255 approved, 433 spam and 0 awaiting moderation.”

Yeah. That’s a lot of content.

I was trolling around on the ‘net today and watched a few minutes of this and thought, “So what. Pictures of kids. Who cares.”

And then I realized what I’d just thought.

I no longer look at images of young skinny things doing whatever it is that they do and identify with it. I no longer think I am one of them.

And then I thought, they can’t remember a world in which people didn’t keep millions of insipid, useless diaries on the web for all to see.

More privacy: none of us know our neighbors. Less privacy: we all hook up and break up and get fired on the Internet in front of the whole world. More privacy: we only post pictures of ourselves that we actually like, so our online-only friends think we’re prettier than we really are. Less privacy: WE POST PICTURES OF OURSELVES ON THE ‘NET.

Weird world, innit? Especially with this Internet thing. I truly do love it.

One day I’ll be a venerated old-school blogger, tolerated by the kids only because I’ve been doing it for so long. Imagine that.

In other news, I hope you’re all getting whatever it is that you need from the holiday: time off, time alone, time with loved ones, a new Wii, both the drumsticks, whatever. Big love.