Christmas Bells Are Ringing (On TV, At Saks)

Some things that are good on stage make terrible movies. Some movies should have never been adapted into musicals. And sometimes, though it's more rare than the first two, both are really good.

Anyway, we think Merry Christmas, George Bailey is pretty darn good, and we hope you'll make plans to see it if you haven't already. It's a Wonderful Life is one of those movies you either love or hate, and I happen to love it, but I wouldn't categorize myself as an overly optimistic or sentimental person. I think the movie has an awfully crisp dark side, and it's ending is sappy, yes, but that's because the circumstances have to reinforce the lesson.

All for now.

Delilah!

Continuous Christmas favorites are back on Sunny 99.1 FM, which means I'm going to be hearing a lot more of Delilah, the DJ who cares about you: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Delilah_(radio_show)

I like to imagine Delilah broadcasts her show from beside a cozy fire on a bearskin rug, while sipping hot chocolate petting her eight pound persian cat, Snoofles, all while on the other side of the glass, her producers are trying to convince her of how bad the fire, animal fibers, and hot liquids are for their radio equipment. But Delilah cares not.

To change the subject completely, I have some serious concerns about my washing machine, but I know so little about how washing machines work that I have not fixed it. If anyone knows why a washer would try to travel across the room on spin cycle by violently shaking itself, please let me know.

In other news, I had my first Puerto Rican Thanksgiving yesterday, and I found it to be very, very tasty. If you're wondering what it's like, it is very much like a regular thanksgiving, but with yucca and far fewer vegetables. My plan for future years is to introduce my tropical in-laws to more colorful side dishes for the sake of everyone's hearts and bowels, both of which are hurting from an overabundance of starch right now.

Finally, it's Rosie's birthday this week. I have no idea when she was born exactly, since we adopted her at ten weeks and she was born in a ditch somewhere, but according to our vet, she was born in the last week of November 2005. If you know or love my three-year old dog, she has told me she'll be accepting lots of attention in lieu of monetary gifts.

All for now.