Merry belated Christmas to you one and all.
Sophie hooked me up with the flossiest shoes, the new joints from my two favorite producers-- Blockhead and Prefuse 73, and Sadat X's new album (which I'm about to listen to for the first time as I write this). Scoooore.
I wasn't able to return any well-wishes or check in on any of you due to extenuating circumstances. Since I was last around, I've been to Fresno and back, spent a total of 24 hours traveling by plane and car (Lawrence to the Kansas City Airport to the Denver airport, to the Oakland airport to Fresno, pause, repeat in reverse), puked my enchiladas out, scored the new season of the Simpsons and a classy set of highball glasses, got my ass kicked at NBA Live 06, and got an unexpected visit with a few homeboys.
Our accommodations in Fresno were -- well, neither Sophie nor I have any idea which is the best hotel to stay in, so we uh . . . just take a guess, you know. This time, we rolled snake eyes. We managed to discover the jankiest motel in Central California . . . no internet access (because crackheads don't use the internet)! No shampoo (because crackheads don't wash their hair)! In fact, we had a total lack of things that would be uninteresting to a crackhead, like an iron, maids who *don't* smoke cigarettes while cleaning your room (just nasty), door keys that work more than once without having to be reset, and walls that are thick enough to keep you from hearing the fighting couple with the crying baby on Christmas eve, or the guys talking shit about Shaquille O'Neil while doing lines on Christmas morning (I assume they were doing coke and not heroin, because after doing lines they *didn't* shut up).
We were kind of waiting for the police raid or gunfight somewhere in the motel during our stay, heh heh.
All in all, it was pretty damned funny. Shit like that usually makes me laugh. In the end, my experience isn't about the stuff, or the situation-- it's about the companionship.
We had a fine time with the family-- everyone was in good-guy mode, so there were no hassles, no fights, no weird tensions. It was good. Meanwhile, to my great relief, *my* obnoxious family was hundreds of miles away annoying my other relatives, not me. Once again, I ducked the bullet.
Sort of.
See, I did decide to go to Mass with the family, and while I did not loose too much sanity (for those of you who play Call of Cthulhu) I did manage to contract the flu (which I interpret as proof that The Lord punishes the Hypocritical Nonbeliever . . . which I further take to be a confirmation that while the Son of Man might be kind of a sweet hippie, Himself is still the same hard-ass that ran the Cannanites under the wheels of Joshua's army).
I developed a slight headache during church but went to bed not thinking anything of it, and then started making visits to my heathen (porcelain) altar (further offending a commandment, if I remember correctly) starting at about 3:30 am and finishing up . . . well, I'm still kind of sick, although the worst of it was over by the afternoon of Christmas Day.
Now I'm back in Kansas, and can tuck another Christmas under my belt. The season of giving and the brotherhood of man, hallelujah.
Sometimes the best part of a trip is getting home, right?
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Anyway, a couple days late, but here you are:
Sophie hooked me up with the flossiest shoes, the new joints from my two favorite producers-- Blockhead and Prefuse 73, and Sadat X's new album (which I'm about to listen to for the first time as I write this). Scoooore.
I wasn't able to return any well-wishes or check in on any of you due to extenuating circumstances. Since I was last around, I've been to Fresno and back, spent a total of 24 hours traveling by plane and car (Lawrence to the Kansas City Airport to the Denver airport, to the Oakland airport to Fresno, pause, repeat in reverse), puked my enchiladas out, scored the new season of the Simpsons and a classy set of highball glasses, got my ass kicked at NBA Live 06, and got an unexpected visit with a few homeboys.
Our accommodations in Fresno were -- well, neither Sophie nor I have any idea which is the best hotel to stay in, so we uh . . . just take a guess, you know. This time, we rolled snake eyes. We managed to discover the jankiest motel in Central California . . . no internet access (because crackheads don't use the internet)! No shampoo (because crackheads don't wash their hair)! In fact, we had a total lack of things that would be uninteresting to a crackhead, like an iron, maids who *don't* smoke cigarettes while cleaning your room (just nasty), door keys that work more than once without having to be reset, and walls that are thick enough to keep you from hearing the fighting couple with the crying baby on Christmas eve, or the guys talking shit about Shaquille O'Neil while doing lines on Christmas morning (I assume they were doing coke and not heroin, because after doing lines they *didn't* shut up).
We were kind of waiting for the police raid or gunfight somewhere in the motel during our stay, heh heh.
All in all, it was pretty damned funny. Shit like that usually makes me laugh. In the end, my experience isn't about the stuff, or the situation-- it's about the companionship.
We had a fine time with the family-- everyone was in good-guy mode, so there were no hassles, no fights, no weird tensions. It was good. Meanwhile, to my great relief, *my* obnoxious family was hundreds of miles away annoying my other relatives, not me. Once again, I ducked the bullet.
Sort of.
See, I did decide to go to Mass with the family, and while I did not loose too much sanity (for those of you who play Call of Cthulhu) I did manage to contract the flu (which I interpret as proof that The Lord punishes the Hypocritical Nonbeliever . . . which I further take to be a confirmation that while the Son of Man might be kind of a sweet hippie, Himself is still the same hard-ass that ran the Cannanites under the wheels of Joshua's army).
I developed a slight headache during church but went to bed not thinking anything of it, and then started making visits to my heathen (porcelain) altar (further offending a commandment, if I remember correctly) starting at about 3:30 am and finishing up . . . well, I'm still kind of sick, although the worst of it was over by the afternoon of Christmas Day.
Now I'm back in Kansas, and can tuck another Christmas under my belt. The season of giving and the brotherhood of man, hallelujah.
Sometimes the best part of a trip is getting home, right?
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Anyway, a couple days late, but here you are:
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Thanks for the little goodies. The chocolates didn't last long but chocolates never do last long around me.
Your friendly neighborhood teddykev