i slept through the solar eclipse
The big Christmas party was last night with my mother's family, which is the side I take after. Red wine and Scrabble all night. At some point people discovered this very site and then I had to sit around, bashful, while all my relatives repeatedly listened to "Elf on My Shelf."
How the Yinch Stole Christmas, "yinch" being an acronym for "Young Intellectual Naysaying Creepy Hipster."
It could be his anger, it grew out of fear,
It could be he hadn't worked out in a year.
It could be his fear, it grew out of guilt,
It could be his body was taxed to the hilt
Because he drank only strong coffee and wine
and chainsmoked Marlboros (the non-filtered kind!)
It could be all the Russian authors he read
Dostoevsky, Chekov - all of them, dead!
Not like anyone we know, of course. Eventually the Yinch finds love and Tex-Mex at the mall, and is redeemed.
Last night's dream: I discover the website of a hacker collective who have been sending each other messages making fun of my HTML because I still do the tags in all caps.
Merry Christmas, all.
