christmas. is. lots. of. almost. here.

alright. three minutes have passed. they were honestly, an eternity. i just can't pretend that i don't NEED to write something. because i do. thats just how i roll.

so holy smack, ten days and no post. i am honestly quite disappointed in myself. however, since it is christmas, the busiest season ever, i am prepared to let it slide. just this once. because i have been freaking busy. yes, that's right, freaking busy. as in, i've been so busy, i'm freaking. just like ridiculously busy. (you know, so busy i'm ridiculous... huh. it may or may not have been funnier in my head.)

i love christmas. yes i do. my favorite holiday. my favorite time of year. love it. oh boy do i ever.

you know what i love most about christmas? (this question is, of course, rhetorical, but if you wish to venture a guess, that's ok too.) i love how everyone is so chipper, and kind, and generous, and chipper... to strangers. its nice. except when you catch the people who are in a rush, because they are, for some reason, not so much of that. pretty much the opposite of that actually. which is kind of a downer since about half the people you run into are in a rush. well, now i'm actually a little upset.

i like happy people. everybody just be happy. and smile.

huh. (not really a title, i know, its just how i feel)

wow! it looks like ten chocolate-covered christmas-oriented days have passed since my last thought. on this blog, of course. i've thought in between, on my own, you know, in my head... so maybe i'll write something. then again... maybe i won't...

it's almost christmas!

... and drunk cops are fun.

Scrabble Freak

There were three of us there, sitting around the table, eyeing one another suspiciously. Glancing occasionally at our tiles. Glancing occasionally at the board. But mostly eyeing one another suspiciously. What, you might ask, could have caused this serious atmosphere? Scrabble. Yes, thats right, my friend, we were doing the unthinkable. Thinking. About words. Real words, that must be found in my trusty Scrabble Dictionary.

Don't worry, I'm making this up. I don't really have a Scrabble Dictionary. We did play Scrabble, though. And I won. (Well, really I HAD to win; I had 2336 + x points.)

Ok. We didn't really play *Scrabble* Scrabble. Honestly, I really have a problem with the rules in board games, or other games, or other things. I don't like rules. I don't like being confined when I am trying to have fun. And I am not alone in this. That, my friend, is why things like this happen.

We changed it up. Oh boy, did we ever change it up. Yes we did. Oh boy.

Tonight, we decided to forsake all of the former rules of Scrabble and follow one, and only one, simple rule: There are no real words allowed. Every turn, each player formed a word from the letters available to him or her, and created a definition from his or her imagination to match said word. Each word, of course, had to be phonetically logical, as in "phuntera," and not "xxyrle," spells "phuntera."

Here are a few of the disasters (of course, by disasters I mean *moments of sheer brilliance*) which followed.

unirigta: a person who has only one rigta.

sintari: 1. a pornographic video game, or 2. a milk-white pickle that glows in the dark.

nepremeg: a cooking paste made from spam and nuts.

rarfasio: cheese made from the milk of dogs.

toagrarfasio: cheese made from the milk of dogs AND bulls (as you might guess, VERY rare).

The moral of the story: Scrabble is my favorite game. Not much of a moral, I know.

thank you, strange passer-by

so i was walking down the street today, just walking, minding my own business, when out of the blue somebody came around the corner and just walked right by me. minding his own business. thats when i realized, holy smack, is it ever chilly outside! i mean, its friggin cold! like a gazillion below zero! so i went inside.

kamikaze corn

THIS JUST IN...

A kernel of corn has reportedly jumped off of my plate in an attempt to destroy the tablecloth. Although this is not the first time to have occured, this attack is unique because the "corn," actually an enemy pea which infiltrated the bowl of corn, was found to be unarmed. Which is really too bad for the peas, who will continue to suffer through looking at that awful tablecloth.

on crime and knitting...

i wonder what would happen if there were no rules. i mean, if there were no cops, or courts, or laws... would people go wild and do whatever the hell they wanted? everything that we, as a society, have shunned? or would they be able to control it?

think with me here, if people were just "allowed" to do anything, i wonder whether they would go around killing each other and stealing from each other all the time, or whether it would just be something else to do. like knitting. knitting is not against the law. everybody could do it with a little bit of effort. but not everybody does. why? granted, knitting is not for everyone. then again, NOTHING is for everyone. so how about this for a thought: wouldn't it just be the same people committing these acts who do now? WITH laws, and courts, and cops? if somebody has some uncontrollable desire, if it's in his nature, to do anything, be it kill somebody, steal something, or knit, there is a major possibility that they're gonna do it. even if the cops say no. if society says no. because people want to express themselves.

now, someone might say, hey, the law keeps people who might consider it from actually doing it. they KNOW it's wrong, and they know that there will be a punishment, so they refrain. however, consider this: if somebody wants to say, kill someone, but he is afraid of his own strength and violent nature, he might possibly justify not doing it with just that. society tells us don't, so he doesn't. not to say that one should always follow his dark urges, because that might get messy. but there is that knowledge looming over him, giving him a reason not to do it. an excuse. now, take that law away. would this person find another reason not to commit this act? would he find another excuse?

what i'm saying here is simply this: there are those who do what they want, regardless of the consequences, and there are those who control these desires.

[insert clever reference here]

i may find it entirely unnecessary to introduce this, my premier attempt at blogging, but what the smack, i might as well. uncreative, yes. weak, possibly. still, here i am, with absolutely nothing profound or inspiring to say. i thought, hey, maybe i could just take a peek at other people's blogs to get some ideas. so i did. know what i found? other people's blogs. other people's ideas, thoughts, emotions. why would i "borrow" someone else's emotions? i have perfectly ambivalent emotions of my own. so i figure, start typing, and who cares if the words that come out aren't profound. so what if there is nothing there to inspire thought. its what i'm gonna write.

so take that.