Visions of Sugar Plums and Violent Shoppers

Well, I suppose it’s been long overdue.  Nobody loves the sound of their own voice as I do, and reading my own words is a close second.  And since I may very well be the only eyes on this blog, I feel quite comfortable sharing any and everything that comes to mind. 

So, introductions aside, assuming you have reviewed my profile, I thought I’d start by dicussing something very important.  The holidays are ridiculous.  It’s supposed to be a time to share and laugh, and sing and dance, blah blah.  It’s actually quite stressful.  Now that I have children, the gift giving is much more fun, but I still feel overwhelming contempt for everyone around me, most specifically when standing in line at a department store.  Oh how I long for department stores to be replaced by cloning laboratories, or sperm banks, or sperm cloning laboratory banks.  I’d be content doing my shopping from the comfort of my home on the Internet, in between youtube downloads and my good buddy Patrick’s blog.  Unfortunately, tis the season to get angry and argue with a complete stranger about who has the rights to the last tickle me ironman or whatever.  That being said, the holidays are ridiculous.

Well, in the interest of time, and not scaring off potential blog readers, I’ll keep this short.  I thought I’d mention I just finished reading Sherman Alexie’s Flight, after hearing about it on a friends blog (Google Patrick Whitfill’s Blog).  Excellent book, it’ll hit you where it needs to, and you will not regret picking it up.  In addition, anothe semester in the Texas Tech doctoral program has ended, and i’m certainly looking forward to putting the textbooks down and reading for fun over the holidays.  Patty, if you catch this… I need another book list!

To all ye holiday shoppers…go home, put down the doll and back away.  Cheap plastic toys with lead paint are not worth getting trampled or beaten for.