Sorry for being away like that. Thanksgiving went as well as it ever does. Which if you're not sure, is pretty good.

The week after Thanksgiving I took off and went to visit an old friend up in New York City. Spent the week wandering around Manhattan. I absolutely loved it. I definitely need to go back some time. They have an exhibit up at the Museum of Modern Art with tons of Tim Burton art. Short films, sketches galore, sculptures, and film props from the 60s up through the current time. It was quite amazing.

This week was full of wonderful Christmas shopping. I found most of what I needed Friday night, which turned out to be a good time to head out shopping despite my initial worries. The interesting thing was that while I had to through several stores to find what I was searching for, each place that did end up having the items, had them for wonderful deals (I never expected to see TV show season sets in a "Buy one, get two free" bin).

And now were up to the current time. Right now I am watching NCIS and typing up an entry for LiveJournal, having just taken a sip of soda.

Oh yeah, I'm officially upset that Dollhouse was cancelled. It's finally arrived at a point where I can't miss an episode, but there are only a few left. At least we'll still get Epitaph Two, hopefully that wraps things up given that it will likely be the last we see of that universe.

Also, I'm tired.


And now... the news

It's a Frap: When flag officers review coffee winning is ensured...

The Creep Factor of Human CGI: Except the girl on the Palm Pre ads is real (and unnervingly hot)...

Luke Skywalker Has OCD: I'm still laughing at this one...

Artist's Son Swipes Paintings: "used a backhoe to break into a museum..."

I have the uncontrollable urge, with much anxiety, to do everything possible and nothing at all. Just now, at 1:04am.

I wish I could write in prose as beautifully as some people do, so I could make it seem as if I had some purpose. As if I were important at all.

Why does it seem like if there are more problems to deal with, one can write more beautifully, and it has to be that as the easier route to set them apart from everyone else.

Everything is a constant battle, and it is too much to handle with an anxiety ridden mind.