Peer pressure says that I have to do this, and what better journal to sit long antiquated at the top of my list than a Christmas one? Now, no one ever reads my journals. Likely even less than no one now with the deluge of 'Merry Christmas' updates that are now wallpapering my Inbox, so it occurs to me that I can say whatever the hell I want. Normally that situation leads to irascible drama, so I'm just going to post a funny conversation that I had with my father over the holidays. To set the scene, it had come up in conversation that I had a pirated copy of MS Office 2010 on my laptop and that my mother needs a new word processor for work.

Dad: You know, your mother could really use that.
Me: Well I'd be happy to give it to her if you'd ask.
Dad: I did just ask.
Me: No, say it. Ask me to do that.
Dad: ...
Mom: Just say it hon.
Dad: ...
Me: Say it!
Dad: I want you... to give Word to your mother.
Me: WooHoo!

I lawled entirely too much for my own good.

Anyway, time is short for 2010. Maybe this will finally help us to believe that we're actually living in the future rather than a psychotically grim corporate apocalypse where an iphone has a significantly higher net worth than a human life. Happy new year.