And so this is (almost) Christmas...

Several things, none of which fit well together.This morning after crossing the Broadway ave bridge I heard strange noises behind me. It was a fire crackling in a trash can under the bridge, with a few "economically disadvantaged" people gathered around. The first thing that popped into my head, I swear to god, was that it looked oddly like a live nativity scene. Then as I started to get angry at society, the feeling quickly turned to guilt, which I'd rather not talk about. Work was dead. My co-worker and I spent the morning doing the chicken dance (a modified version that better suits my knee situation). We got sent home 2 hours early with full pay, which for me was actually 4 1/2 hours early with full pay since my normal hours had already been cut on account of baby Jesus being born tomorrow and all.Then I made a collage to give to my brother in front of my Christian Coalition father and step-mother. It's lovely. A picture of several business people onto which I pasted captions from the famous (to me) parenting guide. One gentleman is "getting quite good at elimination", while another "may handle genitals, but sex play can be easily discouraged." The token woman in the picture is "ready for play with daddy. Fond of peek-a-boo." Passive-aggressive? Me? Psssh!