Query the monolith

Being at home as been so boring. I am, alas, without car due to the seasonal rambunctiousness of Florida drivers (someone rear ended my dad) and have been forced to spend the days sequestered in the house. The 'rents need my car to commute to work. I guess it can't be helped.

I've been watching a lot of DVDs, writing a bunch of pensive and brooding blog entries (just you wait until they've all been proofread to perfection) to unleash unto the world, and otherwise occupied with becoming slovenly and unkempt.

Luckily, there's a bunch on my plate for next week. Example? The annual outs and abouts with Andrea, Bo, and Katie. I've missed my dear Andrea quite ravenously.

Reason why Andrea is awesome:

Andrea: "Oh Natey, please forgive me. I didn't buy you a Christmas gift. So just let me pay for the movie ticket or lunch or something."
Me: "Oh you don't have to do that!"
Andrea: "No, no. I insist. I'd feel bad if I didn't."
Me: "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I didn't get you anything either."
*laughter all around*
Me: "So yeah, you really shouldn't feel guilty at all."
Andrea: "Well, when you put it that way..."
Me: "Tell you what. Let's pretend that we both got each other the greeaaatttest gift we could ever ask for. But we were so infinitely gracious and humble that we weren't able to accept them."
Andrea: *laughter* "So basically we both come away empty handed."
Me: "Exactly. And we both get to feel good about ourselves because we gave such wonderful gifts."
Andrea: "*more laughter* "You know, this could work."
Me: "Also, we get the added bonus of good vibes because we turned down our own gifts. It doesn't get much more selfless than that."
Andrea: "Oh Nate, I couldn't have asked for a better gift! Thank you so much!"
Me: "Me too! I've always wanted one of these!"
*hilarity all around*
Andrea: "How awesome are we?"

Well, needless to say, I took some artistic license with the specific semantics of our conversation. But still!

Resolution #2: Sleep on a more regular schedule. No more of this sometimes-a-vampire, sometimes-an-alcoholic style of sleeping.
I just thought I'd sneak that one in there.

In other news, I've been feeding the embryonic leftist revolutionary within myself. Here is said fodder. Feel free to check out the provocative article featuring the poor Icelandic woman too.

Man, the distance we've gone in the past 7 years is just staggering. And yet, I think we could probably measure real progress since then with two fingers. Can I get a witness?