it’s christmas eve, and a thorough search of tv guide turned up no sings of how the grinch stole christmas this evening. i ask you, what has become of this world. jimmy stewart will have to provide all the christmas magic on his own. if i were a girl, i’d be in love with him too.

i really love reading this, even though i talk to her all the time. i don’t know quite what it is. she’s clever and funny written just like in person, i guess.

i was very pleased to see over at slatch, on the winter mix, two bands i really love getting some appreciation. it seems to me that neither the stereo nor the flaming lips get much ink from anyone in indie rock land, and i always wonder about that but figure it’s just my problem. maybe i was wrong.

back to christmas now…there is no snow anywhere in houston, in case you were wondering. it’s not really a matter of whether or not we’ll have a white christmas here. it’s more a concern of whether or not it’ll be cold enough to even need the furnace or wear a long sleeved shirt. i’m off to illinois thursday morning though, so maybe i’ll get a nice dose of cold to make me appreciate living in southern california through the harsh months of january and february.

i think i might run over to the bookstore today because i have nothing else to do and i’m reading my last unread book; and i like to always have one or two on deck (i.e. sitting on my bookshelf), staring at me, pushing me to keep reading. i’ve also got christmas cookies i should be eating so merry christmas everyone, and to all a good night. see you tomorrow.