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sorcyressChristmas happened! It came! Woo!
As with all years, things were relatively mellow and very arbitrary, but we followed all the usual traditions. I woke up early to go jump on Alys's bed, and we hung out a bit before stockingtime. (This was a thrilling twist of fate from normal --usually it is her jumping on my bed, but, uh, she sprained her ankle *real* good a couple days ago and is a lot less mobile.)
Stockings were lovely, filled with many good things. I got a bunch of cool pins and a just *terrifying* octopus-duck that I love very much. Mom was pleased with some of the stocking stuff Alys and I slid in there, which was extra good! She also shared her LEGO blind bag with me, after I got the least cool of all the options.
This was followed by getting breakfast ready (me and mom tend to do all the cooking on Chrimmas, with some small help from other people sometimes.) while Alexis -- Shannon's girlfriend-- dealt with jet lag by sleeping a good long time. Breakfast was The Usual -- eggs, bacon, potatoes, grapefruit-- and was cooked with the aid of at least one You Suck At Cooking video (mom had happened to watch the bacon video just the night before, and wanted to try that method).
Usually post breakfast we tear right into presents, but we wound up having an extended down-time as Alexis caught up on that sleep. This was really nice! I played phone games, worked on the puzzle with dad, and generally flopped about for a few hours. But finally, Alexis was awake, dad came back from his jog, and we could begin the all-important rip rip tear tear upon the altar of wretched excess.
Everyone claims to be trying to scale back, but at the same time, there were two people more than some years, and we're all kinda ridiculous to each other. Mom's obsession with estate sales (which carries into my obsession with thrift stores and used bookstores) means all of us tend to go for the "lots of cheap and excellent gifts" method of shopping, which is, um, wretched. On the plus side, we're doing a lot of reusing rather than straight consumption? Whatever, I don't care enough, we can have ethical debates about _stuff_ and capitalism on another day.
Everyone got cozy clothing of some sort from REI, books were distributed with extensive glee (verdict about Alexis: The woman has amazing taste in books), dad wound up with *four* puzzles (Which is maybe not a record, but is up there), Charlie (Alys's boyfriend) and Alys kept being sickeningly cute against each other every time they opened their mutual gifts, it was good times!
My bounty included --like I said-- way too many books! I'm pumped, honestly. It included two books I already owned, one of which was Nine Tailors (now I have a lending copy!) and the other which was all three Velveteen Vs books by Seanan McGuire. The VelveteenVs stories are relatively obscure of hers, and sorta seem to be in some kind of publishing hell that makes them pretty tricky to get ahold of, but I finally bit the bullet and decided I wanted a paper copy of the first one --which I had to order from the remaining ninety or so copies in the world, being held by NESFA press. I almost asked if I could just swing by the clubhouse and pick it up there, honestly. Meanwhile, mom went ahead and did some witchery to get all three, and gave them to me with wrapping that said "this is either a present for Kat or Greykell". So I'm quite pleased, and should really sit down with my Seanan library and do a reckoning sometime, because I'm doing a _really_ thorough job of this, in a way that actually sorta encourages hoarding.
Whew. Long excited digression about Seanan. It happens!
Meanwhilst, Alys totally won Christmas on me. She got me two gifts, both of which were absolute bangers. She found me a fantastic "I'd rather be change ringing" shirt with (I believe) a touch of Plain Bob Trips on it. (It's definitely plain bob trips, just not sure the touch yet.) And then she also found me a book: Gahan Wilson's Ultimate Haunted House collection of short stories. Um, there was a short story collection for the macabre and fabulous game from our childhood that I love above most others? Sign me the absolute fuck up, I am so pumped to read this!
Post rip-rip-tear-tear (which I feel the need to mention was fully half eco-friendly reusable present sacks this year --we're getting better!) mom and I set to making dinner. When we finally got to the food stage, I absolutely went bonkers, and then took a picture of my magazine-spread plate, covered with good things to eat. It was fantastic!
Then unbelievably funny lets plays of Kitchen Simulator provided by Shan, some Taskmaster provided by me, flopping and sleeping on the couch, and then flopping and sleeping upstairs a bit before writing these words. Now is time for me to sleep for real, and tomorrow the relaxing vacation part can sorta begin.
Hope your Chrimmas was well, if that is a thing you do!
~Sor
MOOP!
As with all years, things were relatively mellow and very arbitrary, but we followed all the usual traditions. I woke up early to go jump on Alys's bed, and we hung out a bit before stockingtime. (This was a thrilling twist of fate from normal --usually it is her jumping on my bed, but, uh, she sprained her ankle *real* good a couple days ago and is a lot less mobile.)
Stockings were lovely, filled with many good things. I got a bunch of cool pins and a just *terrifying* octopus-duck that I love very much. Mom was pleased with some of the stocking stuff Alys and I slid in there, which was extra good! She also shared her LEGO blind bag with me, after I got the least cool of all the options.
This was followed by getting breakfast ready (me and mom tend to do all the cooking on Chrimmas, with some small help from other people sometimes.) while Alexis -- Shannon's girlfriend-- dealt with jet lag by sleeping a good long time. Breakfast was The Usual -- eggs, bacon, potatoes, grapefruit-- and was cooked with the aid of at least one You Suck At Cooking video (mom had happened to watch the bacon video just the night before, and wanted to try that method).
Usually post breakfast we tear right into presents, but we wound up having an extended down-time as Alexis caught up on that sleep. This was really nice! I played phone games, worked on the puzzle with dad, and generally flopped about for a few hours. But finally, Alexis was awake, dad came back from his jog, and we could begin the all-important rip rip tear tear upon the altar of wretched excess.
Everyone claims to be trying to scale back, but at the same time, there were two people more than some years, and we're all kinda ridiculous to each other. Mom's obsession with estate sales (which carries into my obsession with thrift stores and used bookstores) means all of us tend to go for the "lots of cheap and excellent gifts" method of shopping, which is, um, wretched. On the plus side, we're doing a lot of reusing rather than straight consumption? Whatever, I don't care enough, we can have ethical debates about _stuff_ and capitalism on another day.
Everyone got cozy clothing of some sort from REI, books were distributed with extensive glee (verdict about Alexis: The woman has amazing taste in books), dad wound up with *four* puzzles (Which is maybe not a record, but is up there), Charlie (Alys's boyfriend) and Alys kept being sickeningly cute against each other every time they opened their mutual gifts, it was good times!
My bounty included --like I said-- way too many books! I'm pumped, honestly. It included two books I already owned, one of which was Nine Tailors (now I have a lending copy!) and the other which was all three Velveteen Vs books by Seanan McGuire. The VelveteenVs stories are relatively obscure of hers, and sorta seem to be in some kind of publishing hell that makes them pretty tricky to get ahold of, but I finally bit the bullet and decided I wanted a paper copy of the first one --which I had to order from the remaining ninety or so copies in the world, being held by NESFA press. I almost asked if I could just swing by the clubhouse and pick it up there, honestly. Meanwhile, mom went ahead and did some witchery to get all three, and gave them to me with wrapping that said "this is either a present for Kat or Greykell". So I'm quite pleased, and should really sit down with my Seanan library and do a reckoning sometime, because I'm doing a _really_ thorough job of this, in a way that actually sorta encourages hoarding.
Whew. Long excited digression about Seanan. It happens!
Meanwhilst, Alys totally won Christmas on me. She got me two gifts, both of which were absolute bangers. She found me a fantastic "I'd rather be change ringing" shirt with (I believe) a touch of Plain Bob Trips on it. (It's definitely plain bob trips, just not sure the touch yet.) And then she also found me a book: Gahan Wilson's Ultimate Haunted House collection of short stories. Um, there was a short story collection for the macabre and fabulous game from our childhood that I love above most others? Sign me the absolute fuck up, I am so pumped to read this!
Post rip-rip-tear-tear (which I feel the need to mention was fully half eco-friendly reusable present sacks this year --we're getting better!) mom and I set to making dinner. When we finally got to the food stage, I absolutely went bonkers, and then took a picture of my magazine-spread plate, covered with good things to eat. It was fantastic!
Then unbelievably funny lets plays of Kitchen Simulator provided by Shan, some Taskmaster provided by me, flopping and sleeping on the couch, and then flopping and sleeping upstairs a bit before writing these words. Now is time for me to sleep for real, and tomorrow the relaxing vacation part can sorta begin.
Hope your Chrimmas was well, if that is a thing you do!
~Sor
MOOP!