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All I Want for Christmas 2009
Roomie and I ordered a few more things for Christmas off Amazon, and I socked away a bit of dosh in my Rammstein fund, which may well become the Electronic Geegaws of Covetousness if the Rammlads don't make a U.S tour announcement by mid-summer. The Geegaws, would, of course, be the following items:
-laptop: This one is non-negotiable, as I desperately need my own writing space. Sharing computers is like sharing a bathroom--you can if you have to, but it's gross, and you'd really rather not, especially if it's a place where you habitually put your insides on the outside for the world to see.
-A PS3: I have an XBox360, but I rarely play it for fear of incurring the RROD. I've heard the PS3 is more stable, and I want to play Little Big Planet, dammit.
-An old TV on which to play video games.
-A digital camera: Just in case Rammstein ever bestir themselves to visit these shining shores.
What about you, flist? What would you like to see in your Christmas stocking? Have ye an Amazon wish list? A book you desperately want? A DVD? Tell me I'm not the only one who still wishes she could write to Santa. I hate Christmas creep and the false sense of bonhomie and human unity peddled by advertisers and scam artists who couldn't give two shits about their fellow man with an Ex-Lax smoothie, but I love the freedom to admit I want things even if I don't need them. The Internet can be a wonderful, inclusive place, but it also delights in making itself feel badly for being comprised primarily of people fortunate enough to have First-world problems. I do think about the one-armed, starving, homeless, frightened children of Ghana and Iraq, but I also want that PS3. Maybe I shouldn't, but I do, and what harm can it do to indulge in a little hope for Christmas?
-laptop: This one is non-negotiable, as I desperately need my own writing space. Sharing computers is like sharing a bathroom--you can if you have to, but it's gross, and you'd really rather not, especially if it's a place where you habitually put your insides on the outside for the world to see.
-A PS3: I have an XBox360, but I rarely play it for fear of incurring the RROD. I've heard the PS3 is more stable, and I want to play Little Big Planet, dammit.
-An old TV on which to play video games.
-A digital camera: Just in case Rammstein ever bestir themselves to visit these shining shores.
What about you, flist? What would you like to see in your Christmas stocking? Have ye an Amazon wish list? A book you desperately want? A DVD? Tell me I'm not the only one who still wishes she could write to Santa. I hate Christmas creep and the false sense of bonhomie and human unity peddled by advertisers and scam artists who couldn't give two shits about their fellow man with an Ex-Lax smoothie, but I love the freedom to admit I want things even if I don't need them. The Internet can be a wonderful, inclusive place, but it also delights in making itself feel badly for being comprised primarily of people fortunate enough to have First-world problems. I do think about the one-armed, starving, homeless, frightened children of Ghana and Iraq, but I also want that PS3. Maybe I shouldn't, but I do, and what harm can it do to indulge in a little hope for Christmas?