Monday, November 29, 2004

Red Women's Detachment

Thanksgiving passed painlessly enough, and by painlessly enough I mean nobody peeled out of the driveway with their middle finger sticking out of the driver's side window.

The post-Thanksgiving fugue is when you think you want to do better. You want to like listening to NPR, read more of The New Yorker besides the movie reviews, rent important movies from Netflix instead of Shrek 2, to not eat M&Ms out of the candy dish two handfuls at a time.

Speaking of Netflix, last year this time Peter Rottentail was in post, now you can see it for yourself. Time marches on.

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