Let's Get Personal...

This morning I woke up and felt like (finally) following through with my original idea of an Open letter to Joss Whedon. I wanted to make a whole site of it, but being myself was too lazy and distracted. Crystal was the one who finally grabbed the idea and ran with it, and she's done an excellent job of getting the Dear Joss livejournal community up and running, and her own letter was especially touching, to me anyway...I'm Mentioned!!! So after a year plus I finally added my own letter to the queue...click here to read it. And while you're there, take some time to browse the archives. There are some incredibly sweet letters in there...it's well worth the read, even if you aren't a fan. (In which case, why are you reading this blog?)

Back in the real world, Bobi and I completed our Christmas shopping this weekend. It was so nice to get out of the house for once on the weekend. We went to Mall of America...and you know what that means...Tiger Sushi! We had our usual 'Battle Ship Six' Combo...scallops, spicy yellowfin, salmon, tuna...all beautifully seasoned. After eating our fill, we headed down to the Urban Outfitters store, because they ususally have the most unique gifts. If you still have last minuite shopping to do, it's definitely the place to go.

Since posts have been so few and far between, I'll go ahead and wish everyone a happy holiday, be it Christmas, Hanukkah, Solstice, Kwanzaa, or Boxing Day!

America's Next Top Spud.

As in potato...as in the type that grows on couches...as in me. After the whir and blur of the thanksgiving holiday, I've been trying to catch up on my lethargy. As evidenced by my non-posting. Speaking of the holiday, allow me to recap.

Driving, driving, driving, Speeding ticket, driving driving driving, family friends turkey, pie, card games, driving driving driving speeding ticket, driving driving driving.

Let me just say that Both speeding tickets were Bri's, I did the bulk of the driving and didn't get pulled once. I've said before that Rural Illinois is my personal vision of hell, that view is still firmly in effect.

I've spent the time since we got home getting caught up on House MD, Battlestar Galactica, Firefly, and because I am a glutton for punishment, America's Next Top Model, but that mostly because I'm always trying to figure out if Tyra Banks is in fact a draq queen. The evidence is leaning more & more twords a "Yeah, girl!"