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I'd shared with my friend Geanette that I'd figured it out, how it was that Santa was at hundreds of malls at the same time. How he could deliver so many gifts all over the world in such short time.

He's been cloned.

That's why, when you go to different malls, he looks different: it's a copy of a copy. We all know what happens when you xerox something so many times.

The Santas don't last long, either. That's probably by design, though. Very short shelf-life.

What would the DNA of Santa be worth?

By the end of this month, I will have had thirty-one appointments. This does not count what my family will do for Christmas or whether I will spend time with my parents during their anniversary on New Year's Eve. (Heck, I don't even know if I'm attending a party that evening.)

January is crazily blank, so far.

How are your schedules shaping up for the end of the year and beyond?

lameautarch has invited me to enjoy his family's holiday traditions. I'll accompany him to his uncle's place on Christmas Eve. (I asked him if I needed to bring anything, like a white elephant gift. He didn't know what one of those was.)

Today, the library offered several rows of free books. Lucky me: I picked up The Thyroid Solution by Ridha Arem, M.D. (I also snagged a handful of others--I have a huge soft spot for the printed word. Most of the belongings that I tote from move to move are boxes of books.)

I feel fairly good (which is an improvement from my baseline of the last month). This elation has nothing to do with the holidays.

I would like to note, speaking of holidays, that there will be a blue moon on New Year's Eve. Lunatics rejoice!

I'm pretty certain the man next to me at the library has Tourette's syndrome. He's clicking his fingers in no noticeable pattern.

I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving.

I am nearly out of stamps. :(

This guy across from me at the library's computer station just hacked in a way that made it sound like his lungs were being tortured. Honestly, it sounded like a person shrieking to get out. Thankfully he coughed into the crook of his elbow.

I'm at my dad's, where I have uninterrupted access to a computer. This makes it easier to look for work. (Also, I can watch the news simultaneously. I don't get the news very often in my current living situation.)

In the meantime, take a gander at an ad for Bayer from the turn of the century. (By the way, the Justice Dept. today issued a memo to stop pursuing those who use or prescribe medical marijuana.)

Forgive me if I'm wrong but, if I'm not mistaken, this is an ad for material contribution to a paper mill.

Nothing quite like having the person next to you at the library's computers say out loud, "I just took a critical hit."

Hooray for getting stuff done!

This morning, for the first time since spring, I saw my breath.

Two days ago, after walking around town all day, I stepped a certain way and realized that I had what felt like a blister on one of my toes. It slipped my mind until yesterday, when I accompanied one of my friends downtown. I thought I'd put a band-aid on it and be done.

But it's not a blister. It's a corn.

I am too young to have corns.

Whoa! Huge silverfish right on the library's computer desk. In front of my station, yes. It was about 2.5" long from stem to stern.

It disappeared down the cable hole before the attendant could secure it. He asked if I wanted to be moved to a different computer. I thought about it, then replied, "If it happens again."

I just saw a Saturn commercial.

Rumors of the line's demise may have been greatly exaggerated.

I've been having an issue with Google News. I'd added a section and rearranged the layout; now, when I try to view it while logged in, it stalls. In fact, it inevitably locks up IE and I have to restart (in some cases I have to reboot altogether).

I can get to Google News if I'm not logged in, but of course the page isn't customized.

I've been trying to figure this out without resorting to emailing Google's support team. I might break down and do so, because the malfunction has really put a crimp in my webcrawling.

I have been offline for the last three days, so if I have missed anything, please direct my attention.

Nothing quite like walking on such a nice, warm night, then getting caught by rain.

My dad is a Talking Heads fan. Who knew?

It's the birthday of my first serious boyfriend. Why is that bit of info lodged in my memory after more than twenty years? Your guess is as good as mine.

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the eye of Nova's mind

the ear is a better witness

And the reindeer, of course.

overscheduled much?

random

snap to it

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correspondence, halt!

The Wet Death

the evolution of tolerance

Hmm.

But you seem so calm.

check, check

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previously seen only in basements

you may not believe this

stuck

any news?

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Happy day, B.H.

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