Here’s the post where I get to bitch and complain about something I have little control over. Oh wait that’s my usual Modus Operandi.
Ok here’s the deal. When I was a kid the day after xmas was the day when you had zero family/relative/travel obligations and you were free to play with all your new toys and just hang out. For me it was GI Joe one year, out back behind our Silicon Valley Townhouse having a lengthy dirt clod war. Star Wars figures, Shogun Warriors, Micronauts we had them all. No electronic bullshit, it was all buttons and spring-loaded action and the occasional “how’d they do that?”. We used our imagination. Good Times.
Ok I was originally writing to complain about our shitty “rain meets 10 inches of melting snow fog-o-rama” but I will sieze on this opportunity to complain about kids that sit on their ass all day playing Playstation and Xbox and then wonder why they’re fat or can’t get laid. I guess that one sentence pretty much somes it all up. Ass off the couch and go outside and play or chase skirts.
So it’s off to the much-hated malls to participate in the time honored tradition of exchanges and after holiday sales.
Wish me luck.