All I want for Christmas

Having just witnessed the near catastrophe that was Transformers, the best Christmas present anyone could give me is to be able to sucker punch Michael Bay. To explain why, I will give a brief synopsis of every Michael Bay film:
1)An enormous and amazing action sequence with incredible special effects
2)an hour of extremely lame dialogue interspersed with absolutely obscene product placement
3)An enormous and amazing action sequence with incredible special effects
4)an hour of extremely lame dialogue interspersed with absolutely obscene product placement
5)An enormous and amazing action sequence with incredible special effects, coupled with a five minute pathetic attempt to tie up all loose ends.

Now, let me clarify that tears of joy did stream down my face when Optimus Prime skewered a Decepticon's face with his sword. And what boy who grew up in the late 80's/ early 90's doesn't nearly wet himself when he hears that familiar transforming sound. These and the promises of Autobot City and Starscream's survival made the film a draw for me, but only just barely.

...DARY!

The Christmas cards went out today! Only a few short days before their glory will make you rethink the way you live your life.

Calm before the storm

Today was one of those overcast and cool days when that heavy fog is almost, but not quite, a mist and when that persistent Oklahoma wind is still for once. I live for these days. I seriously wake up every morning and hope that it's like this outside. And yet, when this day comes, I can't go outside and enjoy it. Instead, I sit huddled and unkempt in my room, poring over virology and pharmacology. In those brief moments when I am able to venture outside, I just stand, dumbfounded, like someone on the coast who can only sit and watch while a hurricane blows in. I know that after tonight it will be almost a week before I get a full night's sleep, stop that incessant flow of caffeine into my body, or do anything other than stare at endless medical jargon. You'd think I'd be used to it by now, but I still hate test block week.

Legen... Wait for it...

We are working out the final details for this year's Christmas cards. If you thought last year's was amazing, prepare to have your mind blown.

Belated Thankfulness

For Thanksgiving Laura and I got to go home to Tulsa. There's nothing better than driving on those streets. Knowing the shortcuts, avoiding where the cops hide, and all those familiar places you grew up with, it's like being with family. Oh, and I guess I liked hanging out with my folks, too.

MySpace- Bringing Families Together

It's after midnight, and I can't sleep. So, in this darkened home, to whom do I turn to assuage my oppressive boredom? MySpace of course! As I sign on, expecting the usual lame posted surveys and friend requests from already deleted accounts, I find a peculiar message waiting for me. Somebody is asking me about my family's progressive dinner plans for Christmas. Creepy internet stalker? No, it is in fact my long lost cousin! A cousin I grew up with, but haven't really talked to for years. Thank you MySpace. No more will I question the sincerity and depths of the relationships you foster. Perhaps now I can sleep, resting in the warmth of knowing that you are out there, tirelessly endeavoring to mend my family.