Oh, hey, look! I’ve got this blog thing I’ve been doing for awhile and I’ve been ignoring it these past few days as I play with my new toys. Sorry about that. Give a guy a little time off from work and he uses it as excuse to relax and catch up with friends and relatives. Why the nerve of some people!
I trust you all had an enjoyable holiday however you may (or may not) celebrate it. Mine started off a little slow, but picked up steam after the wife finished up her day at work and we headed over to the in-laws for Christmas dinner and gift exchange. Then the two of us went to see the new Sherlock Holmes movie which I highly recommend. I’m a bit of a Holmes fan and I was a little worried about the movie, but I have to say that I really enjoyed Robert Downey Jr.’s take on the character and I really liked the fact that Watson was not presented as a bumbling side-kick.
Saturday brought a charming visit with the famous Godless Girl at a local Starbucks as she was in town visiting her family for the holiday. We spent a couple of hours talking about this and that and our journeys away from religious belief to atheism. After that it was a relaxing day at home for me as Anne had to work, but Sunday we traveled up to the wilds of Otisville to visit with my parents and see Courtney who was there for a Christmas visit. Then yesterday was the day we were going to go out and look for a new couch, but we never made it. Instead we lallygagged about the house.
Loot-wise I am most pleased as I picked up three new video games — Uncharted 2, Assassin’s Creed 2, and Metal Gear Solid 4 –a copy of Simon’s Cat which is just as delightful as his animations, a copy of The Greatest Show on Earth: The Evidence for Evolution by Richard Dawkins, a copy of The Complete Works of Mark Twain, a set of very sharp knives and a hand-made Christmas ornament, a Book Bungee bookmark, and a couple of gift cards. And, at some point, a new couch once we figure out what we want and where we’ll be buying it from.
I haven’t kept up with current events much beyond following the news about the incompetent suicide bomber who tried to blow up a plane landing at Detroit Metro with an underwear bomb. It seems the package of explosives were sewn into the crotch of his briefs so as to be disguised as his, well, package which is not normally part of the pat-down process. I suppose we’ll be dropping trousers at the security gate soon for a visual inspection if we seem a little too well endowed, eh? I gotta admit that you really have to be dedicated to your cause to pick your genitals as the place to blow yourself up. I couldn’t bring myself to do that. They’ve given me far too much enjoyment over the years.
And with that mental image I shall bring this little entry about nothing in particular to a close. Time to go back to more of that relaxation thing I’ve been so busily engaged in the past couple of days. I may not be in Hawaii like some other blogger I know, but I can be just as productive as I would be if I were actually there.