Meta: Back At Last!

ICHC's Xmas Kitteh Carolers

Well, I'm back from a mostly work-related trip to far-off lands. On the plus side, I did get some reading done despite trying circumstances. On the minus side, my reading list appears to have grown like a fungus.

I did try not to acquire so many books. But the little buggers seem to sneak into my luggage when no one's looking. On the other hand, some of them were fine, fine books, and I'm going to heartily urge all and sundry to consider buying some of the better items on this list as gifts for themselves or their loved ones, you know, now that that great big commercial season called Giftmas is upon us.

Srsly, what better gift than a book? You don't have to worry about the recipient exchanging it for something stupid; you don't have to worry about the recipient not finding it to their taste; if it's regifted, it'll still get read by someone, which is the whole idea; you can get it for a minimum outlay, used, at FlimFlamazon or Bores & Ignoble; and you get to feel all ennobled and warm and stuff, especially if you get it used (Used Books! A Tree's Best Friends!), even if you give it to yourself.

I know it's a little early for season's greetings and the war against the war against Xmas, but hey. We were sojourning in a part of the world where every inch of every building was covered with tacky Xmas red and green and glitter. Even the fecking cabdrivers had silly little Santa hats on. (Remember, kids, Santa transposed equals SATAN! Or, for the spelling-impaired, SATIN! As fine a fabric as I've ever handled, though a complete bitch to sew, tack, or otherwise use for interior displays.) Having hopefully heard my last HO-HO-HO of the season (except for my idiot neighbour who seems to think that yelling this at the top of his lungs to his three year old is somehow not subject to the laws of neighbourly behaviour and public nuisance; too much eggnog, methinks), unless we all start screaming at Sairy Failin', I'm willing to be less than normally curmudgeonly at this here blog.

So merry fucking Xmas, y'awl. Regular posting recommences tomorrow.

Damn, jet lag sux, don't it?

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