Hmm. Maybe I'll have to add Casanova to my to be seen list.

The Top Cryptozoology Stories of 2005.

Most of these have actually been discussed here.

We seem to have missed a lot of the Bigfoot talk though. Maybe we should start some.

I'm afraid of the Cassanova movie. I was scarred by the Fellini version of the story. There's no freaky dancing bird, is there?

I got the complete Calvin & Hobbes. It can either be used as a book or a piece of furniture.

I did, too! My brother has far too much money. Although, maybe not anymore. I'd be reading it now if I had a winch to get it up the stairs.

My nephew was violently unwell last night, after spending Christmas Eve with his mom's side of the family. And three other people who were there got sick today. So it was either food poisoning or a very fast-acting bug. I'm really hoping it was food poisoning. Guess I'll find out in 12 hours or so.

Yay on tommy's eye, and best Kprinkle wishes to everyone.

I'd read people trashing the Casanova trailer for historical inaccuracies to which my main response was "The guy was in A Knight's Tale, for crying out loud." But it's patently a fluff piece, not a biography, nor even a period piece.

I got to see a couple cute trailers -- One Clear Day twice, and my Billy Boyd love is back in force. Last Holiday leaves me mostly wondering if the Latifah character does really buy it in the end, and I think I'm going to have to see Something New.

So it was either food poisoning or a very fast-acting bug.

I'd think it'd have to be food poisoning.

I am intrigued by Something New.

Sue, there were no creepy birds in this version. But there were adorable pigs.

Am cold.

Yeah, I think given the symptoms, and his speedy recovery, it was something they ate, so I'm probably safe.

Oh, god, and actually my brother may only be alive because of the Calvin & Hobbes. This requires backstory, but I'll see how brief I can make it. So, we have this tradition which I don't recall the origins of, where we basically play Mastermind with his gifts. He'd come in with a dozen packages, and I'd arrange them in piles according to how I thought they should be distributed, and he's say "four right, eight wrong," and I'd switch a bunch around. It fills the time while my mom's fussing in the kitchen, and then there's some applied sadism. Eventually he started doing variations; one year every package had a number on the tag, and he gave me a bunch of math clues (when correctly sorted, the numbers in each pile added up to the same total, etc.). And I think last year he did something else but I was completely fried so we decided to skip it.

This year, his presents had tags, and he said that there were four tags that are wrong -- one present in each pile that should actually go to someone else. So I fuss with it a little, and he says I have one right, I fuss a little more, he says two right, I fuss a little more... and he calls my mom in (possibly as protection) and says, "Actually the tags are all correct, so you can put them back how they were originally."

He defended himself by saying, "I could have let you keep going for a lot longer!"

He's evil. But he does give nice presents.

I'm a big dork. I'm watching the Modern Marvels show on Walt Disney World and totally enjoying watching all the little interviews from people I know or have worked with.

Re Mile High: Oops.

I'm a big dork. I'm watching the Modern Marvels show on Walt Disney World and totally enjoying watching all the little interviews from people I know or have worked with.

aren't you supposed to do that?

finishing off a very expensive bottle of Merlot that DH does not appreciate. I should probbably steal his glass ( his favorite wines are Zins. this is much more subtle.)