The Problem with Pez

Really, it's not as much a problem with Pez as it is a problem with people's finding out I collect Pez.

They think "Oh, here is a neat Pez thingie, I can give it to Rae" or "I want to get Rae a little something, hmmm. Pez? Perfect."

They are extremely sweet. They are extremely considerate. The are extremely well-meaning.

They have gotten me more than a dozen identical Santa pez dispensers.

Much better today, after a brief shopping trip, a brief nap and a very laid-back night of catching-up. Maybe I'll actually get some work done.

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no motivation today. very sleepy. going home now, methinks. bath and nap sound good, yesssssssssss.

Presents: The True Meaning of Christmas

Though at work, I am intensely enjoying life right this second as I listen to the Indigo Girls' live version of Midnight Train to Georgia. I received 1200 Curfews for Christmas.

I know, I know, it's like, 5 bazillion years old, but I didn't have it yet. Having never ever seen them live, this is a decent substitute. . .or, at least, I've made myself believe that. I convince myself of the same thing about the Barenaked Ladies.

St. Ali Day

Unfortunately I'm at work on this, my favourite obscure (to yanks) holiday.

Fortunately, I have a job to resent being at today.

However, in protest, I'm reluctant to do any actual work. So, I'm sitting here trying to decide what to get myself for Boxing Day, since I didn't get myself anything for Christmas.

Right now it's between 2 DVD box sets: Sports Night or Baz Luhrman. Hmmmmmm.

Wonderful PS2 quote from Bob: "Oddly enough, driving over newspaper boxes with a tractor is a game of finesse."

www.tackychristmaslights.com

The site Bob and I were going to start, if we had the time. Alas, no time 'til now, and it seems too late for a whole site. But our neighborhood and the one right next to it are proving to be fertile grounds for tacky electric displays.

Icicle lights (white and multi-coloured) are being horribly abused, as are small saplings which, bereft of leaves, seem to be sprouting more tiny twinkling bulbs than they can possibly support.

In its second year, the spring-coiled-light "tree" is hitting its stride. Not only is it available in a wider variety of realistic colours (green, white, red, multi), but this year it is apparently a family tree year, as many yards have mama, papa, AND baby trees. Thoughtful tree owners who can't afford several make due by lovingly tucking their glowing slinky tree in with "real" pine trees, where it is sure to blend.

An interesting side effect of having had company over is that the apartment is now clean. Whee.

Hopefully we can keep it this way until after Friday's dinner company (Clue and fondue). Fingers crossed.

There is no snow yet. They are predicting huge (3 inches), massive (6 inches) amounts of snow, starting after midnight. It is now after midnight and there is no snow, y'know? Sheesh.

Ah, it's a fine day for a man and his tractor. . .

Nothing like a lengthy holiday break to bring out the 12 year old in all of us. We just had a friend over for dinner and gift exchange and games. So we played sneak-attack rock 'em sock 'em robots (which was part of the evening's gifting) and PS2 Simpsons Road Rage.

As we started getting competitive, some interesting "names" showed up on the high score board. Names like "ASS" and "BCH". Ah, youth clings eternal, etc.

It's not yet 10 on a morning I miraculously have off from work (not virgin-birth miraculous, but still pretty cool) and I've just been woken by a UPS guy bearing gift. So now I have to decide whether to go back to bed or be responsibile and drop by work briefly to see if my presents have arrived.

Any bets on which will win?

No, Mr. Police Officer, you don't have to stop at the stopsign, 'cause it's not like you're sworn to UPHOLD THE LAW or anything like that.

Meanwhile, in line for LotR: tTT. . .
The giddy teenagers in front of us started an intriguing game, a sort of free-form Seven Degrees of Lord of The Rings. They weren't very good at it.

For instance: It took them 5 minutes to figure the connection with That Thing You Do.

MoonRaker was dismissed as too old.

Strictly Ballroom? "There wasn't anybody in that!"

Why I hate Medleys

Standing in line at Best Buy last night, having just finished expounding on the wonderfulness of The Great Train Robbery, and Bob being tired of serving as a punching bag as we waited for the 12 year old manager to answer the flashing light summons, I tried to entertain myself by singing along with the PA music. Just as I'd start getting into the groove of a song, as it were, it would switch over to a new song.

It was maddening. It was, like, Chinese Carol Torture. "Just finish a damn song!" I screamed. Magically, the manager appeared and the line delay vanished, because they knew they'd won.

Don't even get me started on Manheim Steamroller.

Hey there Mr. Consumer-guy, Merry F#$%ing Christmas!. . .

Tonight, Bob and I will be Christmas shopping. Any spare shopping karma anyone can loan us will be happily accepted.

I don't mind shopping too much, but dislike it quite a lot around the holidays. Everyone loses all sense of the space they occupy and I wind up getting bumped into quite alot, since I often go out in my invisible mode. I could go out visible, but that involves make-up and is really not worth it.

Bob and I have never done any hard-core shopping like this together, and I find myself curious as to how it will go.

Well, that was depressing wasn't it?

Sadly, the attendance didn't much pick up, and many friends did not see it.

I could look at it this way though: All of the important people saw it.

That's better.

Dear Bloggary,

Very depressed today and everyone is at lunch, so I'm blogging. I'm aware that this is a bit pathetic, yes, thank you for asking.

Anyway, I'm in a show (which is why i've not been blogging of late), and it's a good show, and it's getting great response (possibly better than it deserves). But because it's at a small community theatre and it's christmas time and yada yada yada, almost no one in the theatrrr community will have seen it when it closes.

So I find myself wondering how I'm ever, ever going to get anywhere theatrically around here when I get tinsy parts in big, well-attended shows, or don't get cast at all, and when I have a decent -sized part at which I'm rocking, it flitters by unviewed.

I further find myself wondering why I make such a bloody effort to attend everyone else's shows when no one does the same for me. Makes me think I shouldn't bother.

Sorry for the bitter venting. I'm gonna go now.

There is to be snowing here.

Let's build a snowman, we'll make him our best friend.

Wanted: Actually liberal Liberal politician who needs campaign support (speech writers, analysts, etc) and/or a Purpose for my life after the new year.

Shouldn't be too hard to find, right?