A reason to get up: the promise of fire and hitting metal things.
Seems like I can do about 2 hours of company, then I have to lock myself in a room to get away from "people". Unless I'm drinking. Rock meet hard place.
I wish you all a very Mary Poppins.
I ate so many sprouts it was a veritable brassica massacre.
I never 'got' singin in the rain when I was younger, but I love it now. The satire is still razor Sharp, the jokes are good, and there is the odd danCE number.
Inspite of their name, Slayer are not very festive.
Herbie Hancock is very christmasy.
Crap entertainment, well, that's another matter. My opinions on that are vital for everyone because I'm just such a dude.
My Christmas present to you all is to NOT inform you of my own personal political theory. Male, whitish and straight-ish. I think the world could do with a rest from my sort of opinion.
You know what was really missing from Star Wars 7 and 8? A load of those cool screen wipes. They're really wizard.
my moods are swingier than Duke Ellington's big swing band. In a swing off against Charles Mingus' band. While on a big swing.
I'm watching Carry on Up the Khyber, it's tempting to live toot it but I may as well just copy out the script. It is a masterpiece of British humour.
On the plus side, I got a Mojo a go go plush for myself in the sale. Happy Christmas me.
Ugh, i had to spend time in the city, in amongst the morbid desperation of Christmas shoppers, I managed to not punch anyone or constantly scream "Get out of the fudging way!" so I think I'm growing as a person. I n postponing #totalarnie because I'm really not in the mood.
Can I go back to being an asshole soon? Good will to all men is fu@€ing tiring.