![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
'Tis the season to watch adverts
Dec. 1st, 2003 08:48 amRight, where did December come from? There I was idling along, happily ignoring the fact that a bunchload of the planets populace is preparing itself to spend more money than they can adequately afford and bam! It's December, there, right on my door. I demand advance notification, a form to sign, an email or letter warning me about these things; give me a loopback to November and 30 days notice. I want a queue for it to stand in line and wait for oatmeal.
As a point of notice; I don't believe in Christmas, but I do believe in extra holiday, stuffing myself silly with turkey and giving shiney wrapped presents to my friends, so there.
And that's all over man, it's all over... I finished watching the last of the Futurama episodes and now... there are no more, woe is me, woe is me. Time to find a new cartoon obsession I suppose.
That said my rambling is reaching a slowdown and more steam is required, or more accurately sugar.
Thorin sits down and starts singing about gold.
As a point of notice; I don't believe in Christmas, but I do believe in extra holiday, stuffing myself silly with turkey and giving shiney wrapped presents to my friends, so there.
And that's all over man, it's all over... I finished watching the last of the Futurama episodes and now... there are no more, woe is me, woe is me. Time to find a new cartoon obsession I suppose.
That said my rambling is reaching a slowdown and more steam is required, or more accurately sugar.
Thorin sits down and starts singing about gold.
