Happy Christmas

from me, to all of you guys. I've got an unbelievable number of things to be thankful for in my life, and everyone who reads this site - whether it's every couple of days or a couple times a year - is near the top of that list. Enjoy the day! If you end up being desperately bored or needing salvation from family, feel free to give me a shout (phone or IM) since family isn't a really big deal here around the blakerson offices.

Come the 26th we're going to have to start chilling like crazy - except for the guys who are leaving - because Clint is in town and he's around until the 28th when he joins everyone up in New York. Either way, sleep in, enjoy the toys, and eat some tasty food - and no, Max, leftover steak really *isn't* a Christmas present.

Christmas cards and death wishes

First off, let's give it up for Saturn. One of their crazy American Shite designers thought it a brilliant idea to put the headlights right in the middle of the front end of the car, so it looks like two motorcycles riding dangerously close together, a car way out in the distance, or some kind of alien pod cruiser thing. As a result, I almost pulled out directly in front of this cursed machine from design hell, which would have resulted in my having to actually pay money to fix a bad American car. Dear Saturn: Suck a big one, die, and fire whoever was dumb enough to design those headlights and the idiot who approved them. Even all the worst car makers in the world (Russian, Indian, and Korean) can at least properly place headlights on their cars. Congratulations, Detroit, you've sunk to a new low.

Secondly, it's a WTF moment: my mom received a Christmas card from a couple she doesn't know. At all. They live pretty close by (Shady Valley), but it's this old couple that neither she nor I can figure out how we might know them. We can't think of how it would be a mistake, either, since it was definitely addressed specifically to my mom, and it had the correct address (ours) printed on it. We're clueless. Maybe she has a fan club or something.