written 20/12: I love legal mp3s; especially, this evening, psychedelic rock ones from 1986 called City Kitty. (It amuses me for my own reasons, as well as being a pretty good track.)

I joined LibraryThing for a laugh, though I don't even know much about what you can do there except get (anti-)recommendations and see how mainstream your tastes are. (Also been updating my Amazon.com wishlist, but I'm not linking it here in case people buy me things from it. I have a... well, when it comes to presents I... uh, yeah.)

Movin' in the trash, wigglin' like a snake
I'm a black cat on the prowl and you're the mouse I'm gonna take
Down your back my claws are gonna rake
City kitty!

*sniggers* Oh, but it gets worse. Track 6 is called Sex Ninja.

added 21/12: I really had fun at work today. Yes, fun! I know! A colleague is leaving on maternity leave and we got her some pressies, notably sponsoring a midwife's kit for someone in (? Somalia? Ethiopia? it might have been one of these 'we'll send it wherever it's needed' dealies). She's got very into ethical shopping and gifts this autumn and she really loved it. And the box of chocolates. (Hey, ethical's good but chocolate is ALWAYS accepted.)

(Unless you're a freak like Erin, or me at the moment.)

Other than that, I just had fun fixing random things and actually getting to apply parts of my intelligence and just grinning a lot. I think I might even be feeling Christmassy. And I haven't tasted mulled fruit juice, mince pie or anything else apart from water and powder.

It's weird how sometimes we associate occasions so strongly with food, but at least now I know you can indeed have the season without it. Which is a relief. Watching people open gifts and say they're really nice (and clever, or "I didn't know you could even get these!", or "How did you know this is what I needed?") is apparently also something I enjoy. (Well, vicarious surprise and back-patting are guaranteed to appeal to my selfish, evil bastardly nature and make me look generous. Niceness is only a matter of standpoint.)

My grace, next I'll be singing fraying Christmas songs and then there'll be no way back. You'll have to stab me with holly.