We’re having a wonderful holiday. Hope you are too. I postponed the usual Thursday miscellanea post for Christmas Day, so here it is. I spent way too much time thinking about whether to call it “Thursday miscellanea,” “Thursday miscellanea on Friday,” or “Friday miscellanea.”
Eartha Kitt died yesterday at 81. Among many other things, she recorded the canonical “Santa Baby,” which went gold just last week. How’s that for poetry? RIP.
I noticed the other day that I neglected to set the toaster oven clock back when we reverted to standard time. I’m trying to leave it alone as a constructive exercise in the things that should not consume my mental bandwidth. (I almost absently reset it a minute ago before remembering that.) I despise Daylight Saving Time. I also despise the widespread practice of including time-of-day clocks on devices that don’t need them.
Aaron got the airport for his GeoTrax train set for Christmas. I put it together for him this afternoon. He played with it for about five minutes in the intended manner. Then, he figured out that if he didn’t fasten the airplane hatch tightly, it would come loose at the top of the loop and the pilot would hilariously plummet to his death. Yup, that’s my kid.
Yes, there are the usual necessary lifestyle corrections (diet and exercise; still on the smoking wagon at two and a half months!). In addition to those, I am resolving for 2009 to never make another “that’s what she said” joke. I understand its longevity—it’s widely applicable and often funny—but it’s in way too many repertoires anymore.