Updates!
Well folks, the holidays are almost over now (unless you're celebrating Festivus, in which a year of hell and torture is about to start all over again), and I've made a pre-New Years resolution to start writing some more. The reason for this is mostly because I've gotten at least 2 nasty e-mails and several threatening IM's from Pipes in regards to the lack of updates. Okay, let's Tango. . .

Christmas was wonderful as always. It's good to be back home with friends and family, and once again, I made out like a bandit, scoring a PalmOne Zire 72 PDA and a Bose Sounddock for my iPod. I got Paul and autographed Philadelphia Eagles mini-helmet signed by Terrell Owens and Donavan McNabb, (all if which lost a bit of it's luster when TO went down last week), and Paul and I got our mother a Burberry Scarf, some DVD's and a nice music box.

Jewish Christmas was a blast as always. Hopefully, we'll have some pics up soon enough. This year's Festival of Lights and Gentiles ended with a three hour Blind Man's Bluff session in my basement. Do I smell tradition, or is that just my socks?

So many of you have wondered why I've given up my swinging bachelor lifestyle equipped with a plush apartment in the city, to basically come back home and live with. . . well, my Mom. See, I like to look at it as more of a vacation from myself, in which it doesn't cost me money. I needed a week away from the city to kind of settle down a bit, and relax. So what did I do to relax? That's right, I plowed through 3 seasons of Smallville on DVD. Now, PK has been on this show since it dropped about 4 years ago, and he constantly nagged me to watch a few episodes. So I did on Thursday, and 2 and half seasons later, here I am. I've basically spent every waking moment this break, debating in my head if Clark will ever have the courage to open up to Lana, or if Lex Luther will ever find out about Clark's secret. Or when Jonathan Kent is going to kick the bucket, because you know that has to come sooner or later. Or at least realize that he was Bo Duke on the Dukes of Hazzard! But I have been pleasantly surprised with the show. God, watching Clark stumble around Lana is like watching a video of myself getting kicked in the balls. It's humorous. . . after a while. But seriously, what the f-ck is going to happen in this show? Not to sound lame, but it's like you're pulling for Clark and Lana to work through it, but you know it just won't happen. See, when Paul watched it, he had weeks, and even months to digest what was happening. The slow evolution of Lex Luther from good friend/prodigal son to potential evil mastermind was a slow and grueling changes, one that I saw develop in about 24 hours. I almost feel like Keanu Reeves in the Matrix. . . when they upload all those martial arts skills into him. What took years for everyone else, literally took me a weekend and a nice leather couch to lie on.

Now, New Years is right around the corner, and I've officially decided that I'm not spending a f-cking dime on it. Brad and I talked about throwing a party, but since he was so good on getting back to me about his availability, I decided not to bother. Paul and I decided we're going to Todd's apartment to chill, rather than wasting a f-cking dime on this pathetic quasi-holiday. So, the three of us will be drinking bubbly, while everyone else has paid at least $100 to go to some bar they wouldn't set foot in for free on most nights. And yes, when the ball drops, we might even have a man-hug in the living room.

Well, that's about it for now. Hopefully I keep my promise to Pipes and stay at this more often… as well as my promise to not reveal his huge man-crush on John Harnett.