Didn’t Quite Make It To Christmas
Well, we couldn’t take it anymore — had to open some presents. Heh. That’s okay — we can devote our full attention to watching Lil’ Art open his presents tomorrow afternoon when we get him.
We gave MrJames a new headset for his computer, and Call of Cthulhu, a neat fan movie make in the style of a 1920’s silent film. And also, a half a ton of candy. Heh.
In return, we received two awesome t-shirts — Art got a black shirt with Pooh Bear in a purple pimp outfit, which reads “Bitch Betta Have My Honey!”, and mine is a green shirt with an extremely disapproving monkey in a doctor’s outfit, which says “Dr. Monkey Knows What You Did”. Art also got the Superman Returns video game, and I got the Boondocks cartoon series on DVD.
From Art, I received a bunch of candy, the Constantine video game, and best of all — two of the Crazy Frog CDs, Crazy Hits, and More Crazy Hits. They’re great!
For Art, I got a gold ring with a square-cut Mystic Topaz, and some candy.
For Mary, at work, I had gotten the first Post Secret book. I scanned the thing, found a few depressing post cards, and some quite funny ones. Then I went to work. Well, MrJames and Art beat me home that night, and, finding the book, went through it . . . prompting MrJames to ask me the next day, “Are you mad at Mary?”
See, Mary’s got a few issues. And, um, as it turns out, perhaps Post Secret might not have been the best idea. Yeah. ‘Cause, you know, almost every really disturbing card in the damn book could apply to her. Yeah. Um.
So I told her to feel free to give it back if it was too much for her, which she ended up doing. Have read through all of it myself, now, um. Ooops. So I gave her another Sister Frevisse mystery, instead. Note to self: Read the book first, next time.
Meanwhile, I spent most of the day sitting on my ass, doing a whole lot of nothing. MrJames bought us Chinese for dinner — mmmm, Chinese.
We also watched Superman Returns this evening, and it was okay. It had some good parts, but mostly my reaction to it was: “Meh. Not bad.” Glad I saw it for free.
Also, I think my terrier, Jazz, might have asthma, so I’ll have to take her in to the vet’s this week and get her checked out. I swear, she had an asthma attack this evening. It sure sounded just like when a human has an asthma attack. She was gasping and wheezing and snorting to the point where I almost thought she was choking, but it passed off after about ten minutes, and she was cool again. I mean, it wasn’t bad — she seemed more confused than upset, and she didn’t seem to be in any real danger, but you know. Strikes me as the sort of thing I ought to get checked out.
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and all that, folks. Here’s hoping you have a great one!
December 25th, 2006 at 4:32 am
Yeah I was watching Superman Returns the other day too.
It was just a remake of the first one only instead of him
growing up at the beginning he “lands”.
Then they say nothing at all about what he was doing in space
save that he just had to go check it out.
And him and Lois haveing that kid?
Please, first off, in the comic books anyway, Superman’s DNA
is two far off the mark to mix with a humans.
So no kids.
See I figure It’s not his kid.
He’s a mutant.
I mean common, Lois is engaged to the guy who
played scott summers in the X-men Movies.
As if we wouldn’t notice.
Merry Christmas!