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La la la, life continues normally. Boxing Day has officially concluded in my head, about twenty minutes behind schedule. I think the 27th of December should be called Wrestling Day, but thus far, I’ve managed to rally about the same amount of support for that as my idea to bring Hammer pants back.

Christmas led to a good haul for me overall. I would have blogged about this earlier, but I have been somewhat distracted by shiny new things. I’ll have relevant pictures sometime tomorrow night, since I forgot my camera at my Dad’s house, and I’m going over there tomorrow to play risk.

#christmas_goodies {

• Chess set: glass, very cool;
• Fire safe: to protect my valuable things;
• MPIO FL100 MP3/WMA player: with FM radio and voice recording — Engrish++;
• Pajama pants: so comfy;
• Portable TV: black & white, but still very cool;
• Spindles of CDs: two 20 packs, apparently the 50 packs were impossible to find;
• Stability ball: my posture sucks;
• Subscriptions: to Scientific American & Wired
• Toque and gloves: my first toque, believe it or not;
• Turbulence lamp: blue stuff swirls around randomly; }

I’m sure I’ve forgotten some stuff. In particular, my book Why Do Clocks Run Clockwise?, from Dad, which explains stupid everyday questions (a la who invented the stop sign?). I’d add it to the list, but the code is already pasted in and I’m freakin’ lazy.

Tonight, there was a family gathering over at Darryl’s, which basically consisted of everyone in that side of the clan: my grandmother, my mom, my aunt, her husband, their kids, the wife of one of them, the kid produced by the union of said kid and wife, the parents of said wife, and the mother of said husband of said aunt. Janet and I just hung out with Darryl and Darren (represented in the above sentence as “their kids”) — watching Futurama, and mixing in a bit of Prince of Persia: Sands of Time. That game, incidentally, is quite lovely.

Oh, I almost forgot! Janet’s mom bought me a giant Tim Horton’s coffee mug, which holds 1.7 litres of coffee — that’s six larges. It’s fantastic. Unfortunately, a nasty warning on the top disuades me from drinking directly from it. Despite the shape, it’s just a thermos. Grr. It’s great, though. I’m a total caffiene addict.

PS: Take Taylor’s advice and watch the trailer for 21 Grams. It does look awesome.