Ice, no snow, and photographs
Well, the inclement weather never bothered to show itself. Sure, it was cold as hell. Sure, there was precipitation falling from the sky. But those things didn’t combine in the proper way to create fluffy, soft flakes falling softly to the ground. And I was sad. Sad especially because it was a damned cold rain that later froze to create a skating rink where our back porch should have been, and the thought of that sort of icy disaster on the roads between us and Durham kept us inside and away from Nevermore.
Since we couldn’t go to the movies, I worked on pulling together the hundreds of pictures I took over the holidays. I bring you five new galleries. There are now photos from:
- Michael and Richard’s craft-y night, when we all got together to drink wine and finish last-minute holiday projects.
- The Milby’s holiday party, a merry-making event with vessels of spinach dip and adult cartoons.
- Our pets at the holidays, a section designed to make you nauseous with its concentrated cuteness.
- A Harris Christmas, a tale of my immediate family and our traditional holiday trappings.
- Second Christmas, my roommate and I’s homebound celebrations.
Damn, but that’s a lot of pictures. And I won’t even mention that there are still several sets unfinished: New Year’s party extravaganza (where we attended two parties in one night), gaming night (where we game, duh.) and even more ridiculous photos of the cat and dog.
In lieu of the scary campy movies, K and I watched a bunch of Netflix. (If you have a Netflix account, you should mail me at baschaATuncDOTedu so we can recommend movies to one another. You know you like movies. You know you want to.) We caught the last few episodes of Dead Like Me from the third disc. I heard recently that the show’s been cancelled, and that’s a pity. Anything with Mandy Patinkin is worth watching.
We also caught Jennifer Aniston in The Good Girl, a dark little indy flick about adultry, instability, and stupidity. It wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t good either. K had gotten Red Dragon as a Christmas gift, and we watched that, too. It was much better. Edward Norton and Ralph Fiennes and crazy old Anthony Hopkins. Sure, it was
pretty much the exact same plot as Silence of the Lambs, but it was still creepy. It was a little gory, but after the other two, I should have expected that. And when they try to make Hopkins look like he’s younger than he was in Silence, it’s amusing. Why didn’t they just go with a good wig?
After that, it was bad TV (one of the princess movies bad) and housework, and maybe (just maybe) K and I did a little karaoke-ing. I was bribed. I mean, I was robbed. It was rigged. I’m really terrible. I could never EVER do that in public.
Oh, and I finally beat Katamari Damacy and all it’s eternal levels.