fiat_knox: silhouette of myself taken at sunrise (Default)
Hope everyone had a good Christmas. I know I did.

I finally got the system back up and running back home - no more Internet connection for the moment, though, because I'm planning on doing something with an Internet connection at the flat rather than the folks' place - and managed to write some more stuff.

Highlights of the Season:

- New working computer built from the remains of the old one (1.2 GHz processor, 256 Mb RAM, 160 Gb hard drive, 2 512 Mb memory sticks);

- New pentagram ring on my finger;

- New mobile phone handset (same number, though - I just swapped my old SIM card into the new handset);

- Strawberries and dates on Christmas Eve;

- The next door neighbour was shocked when he found out I liked women. If he'd seen Ann or Laura, my most recent exes, or asked T., he'd have had no doubt about this ...

Anyways, my belly's straining here. It's dark outside, and I have to get back home to the flat now. It'll be green tea and a small tin of sardines or something tonight. I don't think I'll be able to handle much more after all the cramming in I've been doing ...
fiat_knox: silhouette of myself taken at sunrise (Shadow person)
Time for me to sign off and make tracks to see my folks, to deliver everyone's Christmas presents. :)

I won't be able to come back online until at least next Wednesday, and possibly might not make it till Tuesday 3rd January even then. So, to everyone I'll be missing, Merry Christmas to you all!

Tracy my love to you this Season. The first time in a long time I won't be able to have a chat with you over Christmas. :(( Have a very good time, enjoy Serenity and see you when I see you!
fiat_knox: silhouette of myself taken at sunrise (Default)
My Christmas present hunting is almost over for this year. Just one more present to buy, and from tomorrow, it'll all be indulgences.

Last year, it was forking out a little extra money for treats for the Christmas table. This year, if I can get the cash together, who knows what I might come up with?
fiat_knox: silhouette of myself taken at sunrise (Shadow person)
... to everyone on my flist on Live Journal, as well as everywhere else.

Peace. Enjoy the weekend.

Bah Humbug

Dec. 10th, 2004 07:01 pm
fiat_knox: silhouette of myself taken at sunrise (Shadow person)
Me and the Party Spirit aren't on the best of terms. Never have been.

I've never been fond of parties. If I live my life without attending a party, I'll be happy. I have other ways to enjoy myself, that don't involve ruining my liver, acting like an arse and getting rejected by women.

One particular Party Spirit I truly can't stand is the Christmas Spirit. It's like spam email. You have to tolerate it, no matter how much you despise it, because it's inevitable. However, unlike spam email, I can't just toss Christmas into a folder marked "Crapmail" and mark it as spam for the anti-spam software to deal with and block.

I have a strong aversion towards Christmas. It's the falsity of it all. It galls me, sickens me. It's hypocrisy, set to jaunty music with sleighbells and a school choir. Nauseating as piss flavoured castor oil.

The rest of the year, people whom I know to be lying, cheating, dishonest, backstabbing, devious and generally less than pleasant suddenly feel the urge to dress like lemons, smile a lot, act cheerful and jolly and listen to the same stupid Number One Christmas records, over and over. And it's an act, as phoney as their miserable lives the rest of the year.

Like the fictitious Ebenezer Scrooge, I'd rather keep the money and be healthy. I don't receive presents from people: why should I care about foisting cards and gifts on others? If I love a person, it's all the year around, and it shows in a million different ways, not just some dreadful, cheesy, tactless pieces of cardboard on birthdays, Vlentine's, Easter and Christmas.

I've got far greater imagination than that, and when it comes to showing someone that I love and care for them, I let the ideas my imagination and creativity come up with say far more about my love than a cheap bit of processed dead tree can ever do.

Bah. Given the chance, I'd disappear into my flat, pull the sheets over my head and hibernate until early February.

I despise Christmas.

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