The cold has finally arrived, and I'm ecstatic. I never understood why I loved fall and winter as much as I do. I'm sure the holidays have a lot to do with it, but it's more the comfort level. I've always preferred shivering over sweating, and I look awesome in sweaters.

I like the way the air smells. I've said a million times over that cold has a specific smell. Most don't get it and think I'm crazy, but I've met some folks who agree. It's just such a fresh, exact scent. And I love it.

Christmas is rapidly approaching, and I am way behind on shopping. No one's telling me what they want, and I have the feeling they're all getting gift cards or coal. Or both: coaly gift cards, which will make those trips to redeem them beautifully embarrassing. Mwahahaha. I mean, really, who has dirty gift cards? That's just silly.

Nina and I attended Jebb and Jessica's wedding last Saturday, and it was amazing. It was a bit surreal, though. This was the guy who played the same Green Day and Weezer songs with me over and over in his room when we were in high school. We'd fumble through our chords, talking about the ladies all the while. And then, there he was, kissing his new wife. I am overjoyed for them. They really are the embodiment of my idea of a perfect couple. I love you guys. Thanks so much for letting us be a part of your lives.

That's all for now. My head's still brimming. Just can't write it all down.

Haven't written in a long, long, long, loooong time. Whenever I want to write, I get lazy and tell myself I'll do it later. Then I realize how lame that is. I think of something every day to write about, but usually, it'd just take a sentence or two to say what I want. Well...

So be it. So what if a post is two sentences long or six paragraphs? No one reads this anymore anyway!

Super Nintendo

Man, I brought this thing back out, blew off the dust, and had some fun these last few weeks. Don't play that often, but I forgot how colorful the games were. I'll play "Super Mario World" or "Donkey Kong Country", and they really hold up. I like my 360 as much as anyone else, but sometimes, a blast to the past is just what you need after a day of people yelling in your ear. Plus, I enjoy running into stuff in Mario and laughing.

Food for My Peepers!

No, I'm not pouring cream corn into my eyes, though I bet I could market that as a radical cure for glaucoma. Market it to SUCKERS! Yeah! Err...anyway.

I've been reading again! I finally read Plath's The Bell Jar, a book I've somehow managed to put off for years. It was good, but I still don't quite get the "crotchal bleeding" section. And it irks me, because when I find out, it'll then be obvious. More cream corn in my FACE!

Almost done with the new Sedaris, which is kind of a let-down so far. Maybe I just expected it to be another Me Talk Pretty. But, let's be honest; there will never be another Me Talk Pretty... The Michael Ian Black book of essays is hilarious, which was a nice surprise, considering I loathe the guy on TV.  I read in this quiet room at work, and have stifled many a chuckle. Guy's out there, but it works when he writes about what it may feel like being Billy Joel going to a party where there's inevitably going to be a piano. Ironically, there's even a chapter where he pokes fun at the "idea" that is David Sedaris. Not brilliant, but damn funny.

Saving Money

...is hard as hell, but inch by inch, I'm getting better. I listen to Dave Ramsey for a half-hour a day, and he has me wanting to pay off my debt like gangbusters. All I want is for tax and bonus time to come. That 4000 will mostly be going to my student loan and credit card, which will be mostly paid off by then, if I can keep up the momentum. Also saving, which would be easier if I stopped paying off debt. It also helps if you make a lot of money, which I don't, by Steve Jobbs standards...maybe even Oscar the pioneering web maven's standards, but still, doing okay.

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About it for now. There are a lot more odds and ends, but it's almost 4, so those odds and ends would make little sense. Adieu, nits!

As I watch "Who Framed Roger Rabbit?", I realize how fast the time goes. I remember being a little kid, watching this one, along with "Return of the Jedi" and "Goonies", among others. Now I'm 28, and I'm still really digging this flick. It's definitely one of those that has laughs for both kids and adults a la the "Shrek" franchise. Anyways, I wrote about it a while back. Just makes me feel 9 again.

Today's my birthday, and I'm just excited to be off and spending the evening with Nina and my friends. That's all I've wanted for my birthday for years. So, yeah, already a good one, and I'm all of two hours into it.

For the last few years, I've really just seen my birthday as another day, so some musical noes, if you please....

- Heard Weezer's new one, "Pork and Beans"? Pretty good, if I do say so myself. It makes me think of earlier  Weez, dare I say..."Blue Album" Weez??? Listen to the chorus; you'll hear what I'm sayin'.

- Be sure to check out "She and Him". It's a collaboration between M. Ward and actress Zooey Deschanel, and it's actually really listenable, not just another horrid crossover. Most of it's original, but there are a few covers. I listened to "This is Not a Test" three times while driving to work today.

- The new REM leaves me sitting on the fence, wondering what happened to REM, only to answer that they're yearning to remain in the spotlight and will do whatever it takes, including adding seven tracks of distortion to every song. It's not awful, but all I wanna do is throw on "Eponymous" or "Automatic" when each new track blares through the speakers.

- And finally, Death Cab. Ahhh, my favorite band....what, with their seventy minute-long intro to their new single. I am completely torn. But I am waiting to hear the whole album before jumping to conclusions or jumping off a bridge...which is kinda what the hype of "I Will Possess Your Heart" makes me wanna do.

That is all, my friends, for now. Still plan to devote a post to the one who makes my heart beat, but I want it to be good, not filled with old-man musings and musical bites.