Mmm, Christmas! Full of Social Occasions (alternately delightful and dreadful), debilitating illness (mum got the flu on the 23rd), kitchen wenching (Sister, Dad, and I cooked a turkey! And it was moist and delicious! Also vegemables, and I made an apricot and ginger pie from scratch. IM IN UR KITCHINS, MAKIN’ UR PIEZ!), a seldom-seen grandmother and uncle, movies (Casino Royale and Dreamgirls, both excellent), home movies of Christmas ’86 (I was two and Sister was four), and prezzies up the wazoo!

From Parents:
Ex Machina TPB #3 and Fables TPB #8
Really cute earrings
Adorable and ridiculously comfy boots

From Sister:
An awesome embroidered hoodie I’m wearing right now

From Aunt and Uncle:
iPod speakers/alarm clock
GPS for my car
Really cute cuff bracelet

From Keith:
A shirt with a knight on it that says “Ni.” Kind of the best thing ever.

From the Intarwebs:
High-Res Promo Pics for The Dresden Files, with infinite love to txvoodoo on LJ.

Gooooood Christmas. *pats belly*

Nicholas Was…
older than sin, and his beard could grow no whiter. He wanted to die.

The dwarfish natives of the Arctic caverns did not speak his language, but conversed in their own, twittering tongue, conducted incomprehensible rituals, when they were not actually working in the factories.

Once every year they forced him, sobbing and protesting, into Endless Night. During the journey he would stand near every child in the world, leave one of the dwarves’ invisible gifts by its bedside. The children slept, frozen into time.

He envied Prometheus and Loki, Sisyphus and Judas. His punishment was harsher.



–Neil Gaiman


Public Service Announcement: John Barrowman and Terrence Mann are too awesome to merely speak as ordinary men speak. I hereby propose a Torchwood/Dresden Files crossover musical episode. Or maybe being forced to speak everything through song is part of the curse that bound Bob’s spirit to the skull. Yes, I believe that would be the ideal solution.

Chungy: Silly, “Thank You, Jesus” originated long before Ricky Bobby. I was thinking specifically of Christine Lavin’s commentary on her song “Regretting What I Said” on Live From the Cactus Cafe, a CD which came out in 1993. And I have no doubt in my mind that it’s much older than that.

Some amusing videos:
UK’s Answer to “Lazy Sunday”

Sexual Consent

SNL: Dick in a Box

*SQUEAK* OMG, BEST CHRISTMAS PRESENT EVER! Disney is returning to hand-drawn 2D animation exclusively, while Pixar will continue to do its groovy 3D thing. THANK YOU, BABY JESUS!

So American Dog is now going to be 2D… I wonder what this means for Rapunzel? How cool would it be for Disney to return to their grand tradition of 2D animated musicals of fairy tales?

Also, learning that American Dog is being directed by the guy that gave us Lilo & Stitch gives me great hope for its awesomeness.

Jesus… Santa… Hanukkah Harry… Hogfather… John Lasseter… you guys rock.

Foo. I can’t switch to the new Blogger yet, as they can’t handle “very large blogs (more than a couple thousand posts + comments).” Do Cult of Lincoln‘s 5875 posts intimidate you, Blogger? Do they, punk?

I’m quite pleased about the new tags feature (they call it “labels,” but come on, we all know where you got the idea). Now they just need to implement an equivalent of the LJ-cut.

I’m home! Actually, I got home yesterday, but I was sleeeeepy, so no blog entry. Renata, Jimmy, Becky, and Laura–I got your prezzies in the mail this morning. They probably won’t arrive in time for Christmas, but they should arrive before New Year’s.

I love that Bruce Tinsley, cartoonist of the unfunny and irritating “Mallard Fillmore,” was arrested for DUI, only two weeks after suggesting Jon Stewart was a pedophile. Clearly, Somebody Up There thinks you’re an asshat.

Also full of holiday cheer: Seasons Greetings from Battlestar Galactica.

And a Holiday present (read: mistake?) from iTunes, the audio book of Areas of My Expertise is being offered for free! John Hodgman urges us to download it immediately.