I've a few things I like to re-read around this time of year. Last night I again gave thanks for having a MUCH nicer HR at my workplace than Bob Howard has at The Laundry as I enjoyed Charles Stross' Overtime once more.
Tonight it'll be a coin toss to see whether Hogfather or Mistletoe & Mayhem is up next. Plus I have to squeeze It Ate Billy on Christmas in somewhere ... (oh, don't look at me like that ... I know perfectly well every one of you will, at some stressful moment during the holidays, wish consumption-by-monster on somebody ... I just happen to own the wish fulfilment in printed/illustrated form). Despite Murphy's best efforts I managed to finish everything I HAD to do at work today so I did a last minute booking off of tomorrow and may loaf about and read if I wish (food and other essentials already stocked as I was operating under the assumption I'd be working that last day so there's nothing I HAVE to go out for and I'm quite happy not to be out among the last-minuters)
Seasonal CDs (Arrogant Worms' Christmas Turkey, Harry Belafonte's To Wish You a Merry Christmas, and Loreena McKennitt's A Winter Garden and DVDs (Bell, Book and Candle, Bernard and the Genie, Hogfather, How the Grinch Stole Christmas, The Nightmare Before Christmas, and We're No Angels) may or may not be hauled out and played; CKUA is promising a twelve-hour run of classical Christmas music (6:00 a.m.-6:00 p.m. mountain time) followed by Christmas editions of The Celtic Show and The Friday Night Blues Party and that's pretty much guaranteed to be a whole day of rare tunes I've never heard before (yes, Virginia, there's a whole universe of Christmas music that is never ever played to death in malls) so I might just turn on the radio when I wake and keep it playing 'til bedtime.
Into the past
