migblog

there's something to be said for a christmas that was supposed to be traditional but is terribly not.

take, for example, the weather. it's been really dry recently, thanks of course to the gusts of the santa anas, which leaves the ambient air with zero humidity, which translates to the beginning of chapped lips, ashy elbows, and nosebleed season. (it's not particularly fun if you're dehydrated, and then the air around you doesn't have any moisture, so it's like haha, every time you breathe in, it almost hurts.)

spending christmas kind of
my grandma's in the hospital still, one week after she received surgery for her lung cancer. the way she describes it, they had to pop her back, cut her ribs, plaster her back together... it's all very sad, because she tears up when she talks about it, and then she's in pain for a while. in fact, the first time i saw her in the hospital, her eyes were closed, and she was having a dizzy spell. she couldn't even open her eyes. she knew we were there, but she didn't even get to see us -- and we didn't even get to talk with her.

for the most part, visiting my grandma is a nice thing. it's that whole being-with-family thing. but there's the grotesqueness of it all, that everyone in her wing won't be spending christmas at home, because they're tied down to breathing machines and intravenous drips, and that stale air of hospital hallways that smells so sterile yet recycled.

or-co, olympia duka-tits, and nate's tv show
reconnecting with friends is always one of my favorite things to do. nate probably knows me better than most people, just by the sheer amount of time he's known me, and i don't ever think i ever give him enough credit for that.

he "kidnapped" me on thursday to the land of camelot, where there was much in the way of sync games (think ddr and guitarfreaks); then we went to the pier; then we had our semi-annual catch-up-fest at chevy's. through the course of the evening, we despised the term "the o.c." so we came up with an alternative: we are now a part of a two-man coalition to change "the o.c." to "or-co" because, as you may know, fellow southern californians, "or-co" is a little like norco without the "n"asty.

nate is naming his kids after movie stars with modifications to account for genitalia (e.g. olympia duka-tits, david bore-anus, steve blow-jobs). and, we decided, that our tv shows would make the best fucking tv shows in the entire world, given that they starred us, were directed by us, and narrated by alec baldwin. (there's even crossover potential.)

missing
no dad, no babe, no grandma, no christmas tree, no lights.

no cable, no tv in my room, no decent reading material in the house.

no fire at the hearth, no sleep, no precious alone time.

no shopping until the day before, no berkeley friends, no english at home.

it's a weird christmas the twentieth time around.

damn, that's awesome
i got a lot of cool things for christmas. pictures to come at the photosite.

my computer's com port died, so can't do anything in the way of networking. the need to reformat arises. but i'm getting a new computer next month!

i miss my baby.

so much free time i'd never really experienced. that, or i've just taken it for granted every christmas break, so it feels like i've been doing nothing for a while.

go bears, beat the red raiders!

holiday bowl: san diego, qualcomm stadium, espn. i'm getting paid to go, and i'm staying at the holiday inn by the bay for five nights. there's going to be a lot of scandal, memories, and good times about to happen, i can tell. and that's always a good thing.

merry christmas to all.

posted by Open Source Food @ 11:14 PM