Tall People

Please enjoy this photo of one of my favourite tall people, Jeff Goldblum.
Women over five foot nine and men over six feet are my favourite kind of people. I'm not saying I won't be friends with or fall in love with people under those heights, but I'm just saying, it would be a challenge. Ever since I was a kid I wanted to be taller, taller, taller. Standing at a very average height of five foot six in socks, I feel inferior and envious of those who see above crowds and look good in floaty clothes and cause everyone to look at them simply because they are endowed genetically with vertical assets. My friend Graham disagrees because "when you're tall you bump your head on things". Clearly he's an idiot.

Mames

My brother is a real butthead. He wears hats at the dinner table. He chews with his mouth open! We have gone to many foreign places together, including Shanghai, Qingdao, Hong Kong, Tokyo, Amsterdam, London, Andorra, Barcelona, Bruges and Edinburgh. We did not kill each other, amazingly. He is a pretty good brother, I guess. Right now he's eating chips with his yob smacking so enthusiastically at such a volume that my ears will never recover.

Holiday Spirit

We all know Halloween is my jam, and every other "important event" kind of falls by the wayside, even my birthday. But this year, for some reason, I was absolutely buzzing with holiday spirit! I was saying "happy holidays" to every customer service rep, I was smiling, not snarling, at people on the street, I was gawking at the lights on 5th Avenue, I was listening to Christmas songs non-stop. It felt great. I didn't get that much for prezzies on Christmas morning, but what I got, I loved. And I spent time with my funny brothers and silly parents. I don't know what makes the Christmas force so strong some years and so depressing others. But I'm glad this year was the former. Well, off to watch the last few episodes of Freaks and Geeks!