Sorry guys -- lost my cable connection for awhile.
And yes, action in the form of a rather large lump of coal will be taken against the said disconnecting vermin.
I've been getting ready for Christmas in Schreiber -- hur..ray....yyyy... I've gotten most of my Christmas presents for people:
Dad -- Lord of the Rings books, Andrea Bocelli CD. (This bought after a rather large hint consisting of: "Y'know what I like Sarah? Full throttle singers. Like me. Full throttle singers. Who're.. y'know.. blind.")
Mom -- Nothing. I ran out of $$. I'm going to have to make her a card and a papier-mache vase. OH WAIT. I did that already. A couple of years ago. I asked my dad if I could have some money to buy her stocking, and this is how that went: "Tell your mom to give you $50 bucks to buy her stocking." When I asked him how that would really be a "present", he replied, "Oh, well... I'll pay her back." To which I replied, "With what? Money from your joint bank account?" Yeah. I'm going to be getting her things though. Big things. Things that are cool, and are stolen.. or on for $2.99 at Zellers. Or, maybe, I'll sell myself. Thats right. Its a Sarah Slave Ring, and bidding starts at $7.99. [although, actually, I'm going to attempt to scrounge up enough to get her a tree ornament, some slippers, and a book. Don't know how this will be achieved, but perhaps five fingers will be involved. Or... not.]
Brad -- Fantasy book. He's going to hate it, but returns are possible. All he ever wants is blank cds and Kathie Lee Gifford Cd's.
And her posters.
And all of her memorabilia.
For his shrine. Yeah.
At any rate, my mom and I went to Sears and found non-real stuffed mice on sale for $2.99...
So we got 25 of them.
Merry Christmas everyone! Right. Clone Mice this year. Enjoy.
What else have I been doing since the Big Disconnection? Having an actual life, that's what homes! [not to be confused with Holmes, first name Sherlock. Indeed. Or the Great Lakes, for that matter.] Yesterday Alicia, Gen and I went out for lunch.. wore santa hats... mocked others.. I got queasy driving around Boulevard, and Gen nearly killed us at an intersection.
Good, good.
Then I helped Sar with her "Big Video Presentation" by writing a script and having them act out ... well.. something. I'm not sure what I wrote. But rest assured it occurred in much the same vien as my 1996 Christmas Play fiasco. Main character: George the Magic Postman.
Today, Alicia and I walked around.. stalked the elderly, trespassed on private property. I got quite a few pictures for my collective projects, and almost ran over a cat.
But because of my keen driving skills managed to stop and only hit the curb... and a few parked cars.. and maybe a senior citizen-- but rest assured he just brushed it off.
Hah. Or, not.
I'm getting entirely into Christmas-- tomorrow is Sarah, Mel's and mine annual day to exchange gifts and be selfish, etcetera... which means, I need to get to sleep and dream of sugar plums and the like. Or thousands of mice taking over the city and ruling with an iron fist.
Merry Christmas... Hail to the Mices.
