the most wonderful time of the year

Are we ready for a bisexual James Bond? The article makes excellent points on the subject, and is hopefully interesting food for thought.

After my vexing drive down, I finally arrived in Sugarland so Melynda and I could go look at the homes of wealthy people who hang enormous displays of Christmas lights. Some of these houses are large enough to house small nations of people, and the light displays are over the top. It's very bright and shiny. I wonder what it is like to live in a giant house. I don't suppose I will ever learn. We listened to Christmas music, and heard the most horribly depressing country Christmas song ever.

I found out tonight that Bob is stationed in Baghdad. I'm not sure there's a curse in any language I know that conveys my feelings on that. Be safe Bob.

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Oh I missed Battlestar last night, damn it. And apparently it was super-hot-fight-club Battlestar at that. Argh!

Something about Houston air always makes me feel super dehyrdated. I wonder what that is.

I am writing a James Bond story in my head. (It's set in Prague, of course.)

My dream last night involved a sensation of pain so real that I woke up reaching up to make sure I wasn't actually hurt.