December 20th, 2004
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Santa Claus Conquers the Martians
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Unsurprisingly, it is now a mere five days until Christmas. I have been doing my best to rally the troops at the office with rounds of cocoa and soft, warm cookies served in front of a roasting CRT. I have also been listening to the requisite odd assortment of Christmas radio stations on SHOUTcast. (What kind of person devotes sixty percent of their playlist to the Sesame Street Christmas album, honestly?)
While Santa Claus does indeed conquer the Martians (this evening’s seasonal fare), I apparently am conquering the world of unabashed testosterone. I currently employ the “tiny scissors” method of shaving to keep my cookie duster free of marshmallow foam (which doesn’t always work). Additionally, due to an overpowering amount of personality [see above], I have acquired a new cat. He remains nameless at the moment, and is soliciting suggestions worthy of his character.
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Here we see how a mustache makes me seem: casual (left), sensitive (center), and a good parent (right).
Yes, that sale balloon does indeed say “I’ll sticky about my favorite things.”
