OMG! I can’t believe that I have days and days of Twitter Logs with hardly anything in between. I am hardly working right now, so the only thing showing up on my weblog are the bits and pieces of my conversations on Twitter.

They don’t make any sense when you can only read one half. Someday, when Twitter is long gone, people are going to try to make sense of it by piecing it together from the weblog fragments that have been left behind and when they finally finish their project, they are going to be pissed as hell that it was all inanity and blather.

It’s Christmas Eve, but I’m not really feeling Christmasy. I don’t know if I ever felt that Christmasy feeling that so many people have or are missing from childhood. Christmas was always a stressful time of year as a child. A Jehovah Witness child at Christmas Time is a constant reminder of everyone else having more fun than you.

I loved Star Wars when I was a kid. My dad wouldn’t let me watch the Star Wars Christmas Special. Here is an edited version:

It’s the two-hour special condensed into five minutes. The short duration doesn’t make it any more watchable as an adult. Only a child can watch and enjoy it.

It’s like those stop-motion animation Christmas specials. I’ve never been able to sit through any of them as an adult, but I would have loved them as a kid. Mike talks about the elf that wants to be a dentist and the island of misfit toys with such love and joy. All of it is voodoo to me:

Completely unwatchable.

I watched The Santa Clause on DVD last night while I was wrapping presents. It helped me get into the Christmas mood a little.

Okay, that’s a lie. It helped me be a little less crabby. That’s what I’ve been shooting for: a little less crabby.