Christmas Wrap-up

[I wonder if any clever DJ will think to splice some of Gerald Ford's speeches into that "James Brown Is Dead" techno track from a dozen years back tonight?]

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[Finally saw Borat with Charlotte and Boss-Man on the 22nd. Just as hilarious as everyone said, and I really thought I wouldn't be able to stomach gay porn for a while after THAT scene. I was wrong.]

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[One can do all of one's Christmas shopping in three hours amid all the other people doing all of their Christmas shopping in insane, out-of-control Union Square. A lot of books, but the Niece Audrey got a pair of baby Vans, an ashtray and a shot glass. Skate and Destroy! Her father viewed my witty gift-giving with a concerned eye.]

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[Dad roasted the prime rib in the barbecue this year and it was like buttah. Apparently, my days of being in charge of Yorkshire Christmas In California are over. Just as well; I had a good run until last year's fiasco. There were plenty of leftovers to share with Allen last night at Dolores House while we watched Walk The Line on the DVD. Good flick. Still...Felicity Huffman wuz robbed at the Oscars.]

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[I only heard the Waitresses' immortal "Christmas Wrapping" once on the radio this year, which must be a record. Sadly, I heard every other damn carol and jingle-bell-rock tune so many times that by the time Mom and I began her Meals On Wheels route on Christmas and she cranked up the car stereo, I almost screamed and drove the car into a ditch. Blessedly, Kate played her Clash CD on the way home back to the city yesterday.]

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[I got text messages from all over the country on the 25th. They poured in from the East Bay, Seattle, Portland, New Jersey, upstate New York, and somewhere in the southern Sierra Nevada. Who knew this would be the Year of the Text Message Joyeux Noël?]

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[I think that's it. Happy New Year to me and to you.]
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