I got a bunch of components to upgrade my computer. The wife was very generous. I will be flying with the new processor, mobo and heat sinked memory she got me. The mom in-law kicked in with a monster power supply and a gaming keypad that will make me the bane of angst ridden brats the world over. All I need to get is the video card and I will be back to “cutting edge”.
All of that is great but I got two gifts of humorous note this year, that I thought I would share.
First: A Battlestar Galactica “Frack Me”, shirt. No need to explain this one.
Second, a calendar that counts down the end to the Bush presidency. You know, you don’t truly realize what an absolute TARD this guy is until you see it all in black and white day after day! I am so glad that I voted for him in 2000 (NOT)… God help us all!
Here’s one of the examples of a quote that will have you laughing until you’re crying:
“I have a record in office, as well. And all Americans have seen that record. September the 4th, 2001, I stood in the ruins of the Twin Towers. It’s a day I will never forget.” -George W. Bush, Marlton, New Jersey, October 18, 2004
Bravo Mr. President. The worst attack of the modern age, your reason for becoming the “War President” and you can’t even properly recall the date? I would also remind the president that he was flying around the country like a chicken shit on 9/11… very macho.
Oh and for all of you “patriots” out there, the best part of this calendar is.. it’s made in the USA. One of the few things left that is!
Argh. It was a really nice day for Christmas. There was an early morning rain and a chill in the air. It almost felt like a dreary northern winter day. I woke up with a migraine. I don’t know if it was self prescribed from the festivities the night before, or just a symptom of the weather (ok, who am I kidding?), but I felt like heck. I managed to get up, go with the wife to Dunkin Donuts (open Christmas morning) and grab some breakfast. Aspirins and a full gut brought no relief.
Around noon, the ladies had finished cooking and I was in enough of a semblance of shape that I got up, showered, dressed and opened gifts with the family. It was really a nice time and we laughed a lot. Laughing is good. Finished up the gifts and ate a meal for a king. Ham, turkey, all the trimmings down to the cranberry sauce… ah, heaven. Really the wife and mom in-law did a wonderful job.
After dinner, I still had a headache… not the garden variety kind of a headache, the searing kind that sends you almost to wretching. I stumbled into bed, turned on TLC and lay there in a state that was between awake and sleeping. I was aware that there was a Miami Ink marathon on, followed by a marathon of tales of lottery winners. Yeesh, I’ve come to the conclusion that winning the lottery might not be what the doctor ordered, considering everyone that seemed to have won it was pond scum. Needless to say, some of the in and out of consciousness moments that I endured watching white trash hit it big, did nothing for my aching head.
Lucky for me, the dreary day and the ample supply of food made the kids as knocked out as me, so they too were vegetables… which left mother and daughter to have a quiet house to enjoy. Maybe that was the kindest gift to have given them.
I feel better today… not 100%, but better. I think I’ll do some writing, maybe a little trikking and who knows… maybe hit a few balls on the courts up the street at the park. Maybe a good sweat will get the rest of whatever ghetto libation I’d been drinking out of my system.
So Merry Christmas, ya bastards… how was yours?
