Vacation!!!!

Conditions: Oh, who cares?


It's happiest time of the year! It's the saddest time of year! It's time to leave this techno-dungeon and ...become imprisoned in the home non-techno-dungeon. Yaay! I wonder if a holiday job would be any fun, like mixing drinks at a beach bar in Hawaii, or an elevator operator for that giant luxury hotel in the Middle East they show on TV. Looks like a big sail, only made out of hotel. Or a guest lecturer on a cruise ship. I could speak about the plight of the speckle-nosed MGB, and it's endangered environment. Something unpretentious, a nice little earner with a great view. I suppose I could sneak into work when no-one's looking.

Xmas is just around the corner, like a mobster with a crowbar, only wearing a silly hat. "Happy Holidays!" he will bellow, while bludgeoning my kneecaps. I hate Xmas. Crowbars are nice, though. The New Year will be next, I suppose, which always struck me as a stupid reason to celebrate. 'Yaay, this one second will be commemorated as the passing of the entire year! Huzzah!' There's always a harsh nature to new year's celebrations. We all hate the old year, it's been around too long and we can't wait to shrug it off, like an old rotting coat, and put on the new shiny one. All night we kick and spit upon the old coat. Never liked the old coat. Hate the old coat. Can't wait for the new one. But if we do this every year, then what are the prospects for the new shiny coat? Can't anyone else see the pattern?!!

Seeing the family survivors will be fun, I suppose. Every year there's less and less of them, which becomes a more terrifying prospect every time I realise it. The ratio of younger people related to me is increasing, and older people related to me is decreasing. This is a conundrum that asks for some investigation, but my mind has deemed this upsetting in nature, and has declared the whole area off-limits. Hey, look, puppies! Pets get the best out of Xmas. All day they wander around, meeting and re-meeting people, and accepting their tidbits.

I'm rambling, the important thing is that we're going to pretend to take a break for a few weeks, then hopefully rejoin as if nothing happened, and continue on. So perhaps the world comes to an end, perhaps it just stops for a bit, but whatever happens things will still likely suck. Enjoy!


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