The Sending of Good Vibes

Can’t help but be concerned about Kevin. He’s still able to make light of what ails him. But he’s really not well …no pun intended. And all I can do right now is send good vibes his way and hope that, indeed, “they’ll” get to the bottom of it and end his suffering.

Anyone who knows me might think that Kevin is the most unlikely person I’d consider a friend. We “met” when we were both with a horrible Web host and eventually moved to our current host at about the same time. He’s been an employee of our host for over a year now, and an ultra-competent one at that. He’s just a great guy and one of the last persons you’d want something horrible to happen to him.

Two for Tuesday (2002-12-17)

I always wondered if I would be good at answering these things…

1. What is your favourite holiday song?
I’d have to say “O Holy Night/Minuit Chrétien,” hands down. The more orchestrated and the more voices in the choir, the better. I’m no big fan of Christmas as it has become, but I like proper decorum as well as some “pomp and circumstance.”

2. Favourite holiday movie?
I can’t think of an actual movie that stands out as my favorite. Rather I’m brought to think of the half-hour Christmas specials when I was a kid which I still love today. It’s a tie between “How the Grinch Stole Christmas” — brilliant text! — and “Merry Christmas Charlie Brown.”

And While I’m Thinking About It…

Along the same lines as the previous post… Of course my daily collection of spam often provides me offers to enlarge [you know what]. Those offers go directly to the trash, unopened. Not that I’m too proud or think I don’t need it or … oh, never mind before I dig myself into a hole.

But the other day I received two different but similar offers in a row, and as I was doing something boring afterwards — namely washing the dishes — I started to wonder. “I wonder which of the two would be the better deal? The one that promised X more inches or the one that promised X% ‘improvement’.”

I hate washing dishes. If it allows my mind to start thinking about such things, then it must be an evil, evil activity.

I Just Don’t Get It

O.K. I know I can be rather naive at times, but maybe someone could explain something to me.

What’s this obsession with “farm sex” that I keep seeing in my (vast) daily collection of spam? And what is it about the p0rn featuring teens that’s definitely not targetted at teens — not that I’m convinced they’d be outrageously interested?

The latter in particular gives me the creeps, and I’m not exactly Mr. Prude personified. What dark, dark desire are these p0rn0graphers tapping into? Yick!!!

Can We? Pretty Please?

Cancel Christmas, that is.

If it were up to Poupoune and I, Christmas would be cancelled this year. For reasons very different than my own, she would much rather kick back with good food and Grand Marnier and stay home with her little zoo of furry critters. And I would join her. Gladly.

But neither our families would understand why we’d want to opt out of all their festivities. Not without a valid reason, like work or an impossible January 2 deadline. They would take it personally even though it really weren’t meant as a personal affront.

Somehow if you’re single and have no dependant rugrats, you’re expected to do the Family Thing. And then throw in a pound of guilt, because you can’t deny that the family has been beyond good to you FOREVER, not to mention the last year.

Christmas is a jolly good time for kids. Some of my fondest childhood memories take me back to past Christmases. But Poupoune and I have no kids, don’t intend to have any ever, and feel no sadness over not having any. Seen from this angle, Christmas means very little to us.