Does it feel like Christmas to you? Not me. In fact, I sometimes have to stop for a beat, and remember what season of the year it is. Is this summer? Spring? What? These are only split-second limbo states, of course. But I’m not exactly bubbling over with the holiday spirit. What about you?
Sometimes I worry that I’m dead inside. I’m concerned that all the wiring is burned up, and the connections are corroded. I haven’t shed a tear in ten years or more, and the only heightened emotional state I ever reach at this point is… I don’t know, pronounced crankiness?
I wish I could feel again. If I only had a heart…
A few days ago I posted this picture at the Surf Report Facebook page, and someone filed a complaint. I was asked to respond, and I told them I wasn’t going to do a damn thing about it. I certainly wasn’t going to take it down, and didn’t believe it warranted an age restriction, either. Now Zuckerberg will probably shut the page down. Right?
What the hell, man?? What are your thoughts on this? How could somebody possibly be offended? And if they are such delicate flowers, why are they following me? Good god.
Last night I dreamt I was posting something to Twitter (clearly, I need shock treatment), and when I woke up I could actually remember what I wrote:
You never see any kids doing Pete Rose slides through Sears anymore. #DifferentEra
Is that bizarre, or what? As soon as I got up I posted it to Twitter, just like I did in my dream. And it was largely ignored. Weird shit. Who dreams about tweeting?
On Christmas Eve I have to work until 8, and will be home with a Dogfish Head in my hand by 8:40. Then I won’t have to return to work until Sunday afternoon. About six days in a row… I’m going to spend Christmas Day with the family, then it’s gonna be a full-frontal assault on the book.
I’m reworking the first 100 pages, yet again, and told my agent I’d have it to her in “early January.” So, that means January 14 or before, right? I’ve made some good progress, but there’s still a lot to do. I need to get crackin’ on that shit.
So, if you’d be interested in maybe writing a guest update, drop me a line. I’m going to be away from the site, but would like to have some guest posts to take up my slack. If you’re interested in something like that, let me know. I’d especially like to hear from a few of the comments section regulars.
Or maybe I should ask Jason Castleberry? Or Rockin’ Randi? No, I’ll only have three spots available, and would like for them to be taken by regular commenters, if possible. Shoot me an email if you’re interested. Also, in the comments, feel free to nominate folks for this homework assignment. Which Surf Reporters would you like to see write a guest post?
Thanks to Clive Bull, these Quality Street candies have become a Christmas tradition here at Chez Kay. Unfortunately, I don’t know where I can buy them locally. They’re nothing exotic, but I never see them anywhere around here. Wegmans used to carry them, but not anymore. I have a feeling I’m going to panic, drop thirty bucks on that tin, and Toney will see them at Wal-Mart two days later for $5.88.
Do you have any holiday food traditions that require mail order? Do you import something from “back home,” or whatever? Or do you have something like my Quality Street hankerin’? Please tell us about it in the comments.
And I’m calling it a day, my friends.
See you again tomorrow!