Thursday, January 03, 2002

Tonight's Late Late Show rerun has me feeling a little better about my odd Craig Kilborn fixation. Dennis Miller, the thinking person's comedian and one of my all-time favorites, was the first guest. Turns out he's been a fan of Kilby for years. In fact, he coined the nickname Kilby.

So, for those of you keeping score at home, the membership of the Craig Kilborn Appreciation Society consists, at least in part, of the following:

  • Me

  • Dennis Miller
  • Janeane Garafalo

  • Thousands upon thousands of drunken college guys

In case anybody's wondering, I'm very old school when it comes to Christmas decorations, so they'll be staying up on the site until at least Epiphany. I'm just glad I don't have to keep these decorations watered.
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Wednesday, January 02, 2002

Irrevocably awakened after only a couple hours' sleep today by a piercing car alarm that was, as nearly all car alarms are, completely unheeded by the vehicle's owner, I engaged in a little good, old-fashioned 'Net surfing to fill the time until dawn. An hour or two into this, I spotted a link to The Onion and, realizing that I'd neglected to stop by the site in a while, immediately headed over there.

As luck would have it, what should happen to be the last article I read in the most recent issue? A piece about a guy who's rudely roused from sleep by some inconsiderate asshole.

I'm too sleep-deprived to decide if this is funny at all, or just a sad punctuation mark for my exhaustion. Maybe I'll be able to make that call after the nap I'll desperately need this afternoon.
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Monday, December 31, 2001

Christmas Day brought a wonderful collection of gifts - chief among them clothes and books, so I'll be both well-clad and well-read for some time to come.

There were two standouts among this year's bootie, both things I've desired for some time. The first was a digital camera, which I've been yearning after for months. Its delivery has been delayed slightly, but as soon as it arrives, this old site will be peppered with pictures.

The first of those pics will likely be me in the other gift of particular note: a black leather car coat. My brother got one last year, which I helped pick out, and every time I've seen him in it I've coveted the thing. Now I've got one of my own, and I like to imagine we looked like a couple of badasses as we walked down the streets of Manhattan together last week.

For the first time I can remember, my fervor for Christmas and the actual day peaked at the same time. Normally, I continue to be swept up in the season until at least Twelfth Night, usually in a rather melancholy way. Why this year is different, I couldn't tell you.

I can say that I'm glad for it, though. It was a great holiday, and I'm quietly enjoying the tag end of the season without my usual ennui. That in itself makes this a Christmas to remember.

Odd discussion of the holidays: the appropriateness of the word "moist" in various contexts. For example, everybody likes a good moist cake, but you're not going to get any takers for moist salad. In fact, there are very few things for which moistness is a selling point.

That realization has led to the use of "moist" as a pejorative, one so terrible that the mere mention of the word sends shivers of disgust down the spines of those in the know.

Now that group includes you. Aren't you glad you stopped by today?

Have a happy, safe and dry New Year.
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