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Got some of the old gang together (Christine, Ashley, and Elizabeth) to see Narnia; then we went to IHOP to feed our Southern cooking withdrawal. Mmmmm, Southern cooking. It’s the biggest drawback to living in Philadelphia. It was great to get to catch up with friends I hadn’t seen in months!

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Dear .avi of Doctor Who: The Christmas Invasion that aired on a channel that we don’t get,

DOWNLOAD ALREADY. 6Mb in 30 minutes? That’s just sad. If you’re not finished when I wake up in the morning, there will be WORDS.

Pending love,
Priscilla

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Barukh atah Adonai, Eloheinu, melekh ha’olam
shehecheyanu v’kiyimanu v’higi’anu laz’man hazeh. (Amein)

Chanukkah Tov, Chaverim — Happy Hanukkah to my friends in the Tribe!

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As per tradition:

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.

Ho.

Ho.

Ho.

–Neil Gaiman

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

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Got my Christmas card from DeeDee! Happy Holidays, loffie! *snugs*

And again, if anyone wants a postcard from Greece email me with your address! Priscellie (at) gmail.com, doncha know.

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Why are all my dreams demented? I dreamed that the kids that play Harry, Ron, and the Weasley twins were all children of Stephen Colbert, and I was trying to catch the eye of another of his sons that looked like a mini version of Will Bailey on West Wing.

A few nights ago, I dreamed I was Jack Sparrow and I wanted to make myself a salad, but then a bunch of people joined me, so I gave my salad to an old lady, then made salad for all the other women present, then everyone else, and by the time I was able to make my own salad, Barbossa and his gang came around and started acting all intimidating, so I gave Barbossa my salad and ran away.

Part of my Book 7 dream centered around horcruxes that reflected each of Harry’s 7 Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers. Lockhart corresponded to a flamboyantly gay dance instructor Voldemort once had, as he had a passion for musical theatre (and a crush on McGonagall).

My brain is a scary place to live.

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I’m HOME! Actually, I got home yesterday, but I just couldn’t be bothered to blog. :D

Saw Memoirs of a Geisha with Mom (which was awesome), and I look forward to (hopefully!) seeing King Kong, Brokeback Mountain, and The Producers before heading off to Greece with Chungy on the 27th. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. I cannot get over how cool that is going to be! I’m planning on bringing my body weight in film.

Mail call: Got Christmas cards from Heidi, Renata (actually it was a belated birthday card, but whatever), Natalia, and Sannali! Alas, as I feared, my dad’s Christmas gift didn’t arrive in time. And if you want a postcard from Greece, send me your address at priscellie (at) gmail.com.

Also, from Gneil’s blog:

Terry Pratchett and I have written Aziraphale and Crowley’s New Year’s resolutions. They’ll be up somewhere at HarperCollins.com just after Christmas.

GLEE.