It's unusual for me to get through November without a total slump of mood (the S.A.D. and all that far-too-early-Christmas-advertising stuff - which reminds me, I really ought to go buy my Easter Eggs before they all go!)

I admit to buying a copy of The Guardian on Buy Nothing Day...hey ho.

MySpace has turned into a bit of a family gathering, as you can see from my top friends...

I wrote a book in a month with NaNoWriMo (more about that on my main blog, Language Is A Virus) - a marathon that I quite enjoyed, in spite of the loss of sleep...I kept finding myself at two in the morning, trying to catch up on the 1667 words per day you have to write, to complete 50,000 in a month. But I did it. I haven't read it, so can't tell you if it works, at all. It is a pointless an exercise as running 26 miles, really, especially in the company of thousands of equally unsuitable canditates merely challenging themselves. But I did it. I keep saying that. I did do it.  heh

So December arrived, and I have to start pussy-footing through not annoying people, trying not to attract the Bah Humbug riposte, playing the game, avoiding the angst, trying not to cry with frustration or 
anxiety or depression at the stupidity of being forced into celebrating a religious establishment I despise, etc.   You wanna play "spend the money you haven't earned" on 
"presents the person doesn't really need" then go ahead without me.

I spent a couple of years buying goats and chickens and educational stuff
for the third world. I still dream of simply going somewhere where they don't
celebrate Christmas, but that doesn't just mean getting outside the Christian Empire
any more, as they probably celebrate it in (say) Japan, for all I know.

Happy Capitalism!

And so on.

Bah Humbug. Let's just that over and done with...

Anyway, there's a chance we might take Christmas up in the new cottage that Julie is busy DIYing.  At least we would escape the city madness and over-indulgence, although no doubt the church bells will ring, and I'll miss the occasional drop-in I get from living in the circus village. Like the year they all came carol-singing...