In my parents' town, on Christmas Eve, they decorate the fire truck (we've got just one fire truck) with Christmas lights and one of the firemen dresses up and Santa and they drive slowly around town with the siren going with Santa waving to everybody in their front windows.
You're not friends. You'll never be friends. You'll be in love till it kills you both.
Spike ,'Sleeper'
Natter 64: Yes, we still need you
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Hil R. - Dec 25, 2009 1:35:51 am PST #27282 of 30001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
Calli - Dec 25, 2009 2:41:26 am PST #27283 of 30001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
Happy Christmas morning (well, it is hereabouts)! I woke up at gawd awful am and, as I'm sharing my niece's bedroom, crept downstairs to sneeze and snort without waking her. Besides, her room, while a fine example of a teenager's bedroom (and shared with no complaints, at least in my hearing), is sadly lacking in coffee. It's now about 7:30 here, still full dark outside, and the only light is the Christmas tree. Very atmospheric.
JenP - Dec 25, 2009 2:44:32 am PST #27284 of 30001
Merry Christmas!
I'm about to dress and head out to my sister's. Was supposed to go last night but too sleepy. Also, I thought it was a two hour trip, but it's more like three.
Everyone enjoy the day!
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Separately, all good thoughts your mom's way (and your family and you, too), Epic.
Calli - Dec 25, 2009 2:47:38 am PST #27285 of 30001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
Epic, I hope there was no major damage from your mom's heart attack.
§ ita § - Dec 25, 2009 3:05:20 am PST #27286 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Oh, Epic, I hope things turn around quickly.
Insomnia again. At least this time I can take more sleep meds in the middle of the night. And now I'm poking at very slugging Intarwebs. Yuletide fic, maybe.
Jessica - Dec 25, 2009 4:21:41 am PST #27287 of 30001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
Merry Christmas, Buffistas!
(If you don't celebrate Christmas, have a merry one anyway. It's a long weekend, people!)
I'm waiting for my parents to get here so we can go for some dim sum. I want DUMPLINGS.
Sophia Brooks - Dec 25, 2009 4:22:37 am PST #27288 of 30001
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here
Mom~ma to you Epic. That sounds scary!
Happy Christmas to celebrating Buffistas! I have to say that my best present so far is the memoryfoam mattress topper I got myself. I woke up with almost no pain and I slept almost straight through the night (I had to get up at 3 am to pee)
Kat - Dec 25, 2009 4:25:56 am PST #27289 of 30001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
☃ We're listening to Gabba say "Christmas time is happy time!" ☃
Tom Scola - Dec 25, 2009 4:31:29 am PST #27290 of 30001
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.
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JZ - Dec 25, 2009 4:33:12 am PST #27291 of 30001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
And there's my earworm for the day! Fortunately, it's a pretty good one as earworms go (though my very favorite Gabba earworms are still "Lovely Love My Family" and "All My Friends Are Different").
Merry Christmas to you, Noah and Gracie, K, Lori, and everyone else who loves and adores N and G!
In other Gabba news, my homemade Gooble/Skooble doll is getting way closer to done than I'd thought possible, due to insomnia striking at 3:30 (I stayed in bed anyway until 4:30, then gave up). I love crafting and wish I had the time and energy to do more; it's just boggling to look at this thing that's already a recognizable Gabba character but three days ago was a pile of muslin and blanketing, a bag of fluff, and three spools of thread.