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So, tonight, all week long, I was looking forward to heading to a party, something I don’t normally do, with some new friends, but at the lastish minute we figured we’d pull out for various logistical reasons.  Mostly, drinking, and watching crap.

Yes, I’m a loser.

Man, man, man, let me tell you about some shoes.  Specifically, some shoes for me.  On my feet right now.

Traditionally, BJ’s folks get me my annual pair of shoes for Christmas.  I’m a 15, so I’ve found it best to shop at zappos.com, on account of stocking a decent selection of shoes.  I picked the pair out Wednesday online at their house, and they got here today.  I was checking them out, to make sure we didn’t need to return them, and OH MY GOD they’re so comfortable.  They’re dressier/casual shoes by some company starting with an F that makes fancy shoes, the name eludes me, but its like wearing little leather teddy bears on my feet.

My feet sing with joy.  They slip on, and they’re just incredibly, incredibly comfy.  Yes, little feet, you are in happy land.

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So, its almost midnight, and I’m feeling pretty happy.  Nodbob is good people, and having him around is great.  Having the kids gone is kinda nice too… but don’t tell them I said that.

After the shoes, we went to the record store to purchase some Christmas presents for myself.  Woot, for lo, it is good.

Not much else to day.  Nodbob just poured me my first whiskey and coke for the night, and I think it’ll probably be my last.  I’m just too old to drink.  Sigh.

Everybody else having a good time?

Well, evidently night time, as it was a month ago, is the time that all this is real.  However, the sadness is so bittersweet, and so wonderful, that I’d be so much of a lesser person not to know it, if it meant not knowing the emotions behind it.

Or something.  What I’m saying is that I wouldn’t trade it for anything, I hurt worse  because I had it so good. Or something.

Right.

But now its the morning, I slept in until 9:45 because my boys kick ass and got their own breakfast (you ROCK, boys), and we’re fixing to watch Transformers The Movie, on its return engagement to what I’m sure will be a daily showing for the next week or so.

Ahh, Transformers the Movie.  Its a great milestone in 80’s culture, lemme tell you.  Commercial gone art.  Complete with widdlywiddlyweeeee hair metal sound track.  A pre washed up Judd Nelson.  Orson Welle’s final performance.  Leonard Nimoy as the bad guy.

The opening act is the violent destruction of damn near all of the Transformers that millions of kids watched religiously on a daily basis.

Oh yes, its a mighty movie.

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Speaking of mighty, is the river of snot running from Pigpen’s nose.  I think its time for intervention, so I’m running out to pick up some Benedryl, and while I’m out, maybe some Hardee’s biscuits.

Thanks for your fine comments, that all got eaten by Dr. Dave.  Seriously, I think the spam catcher is on meth or something.  I disabled part of it that doesn’t seem to be getting along with the Newmor (or, the new ‘tumor, aren’t I clever?… don’t answer that),  but it distingushed itself last night by blocking EVERY SINGLE COMMENT left.

Nice work, spam catcher!  100%!