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Dec. 28th, 2007 12:33 amI am sitting surrounded by various Christmas detritus: wrapping paper, the boxes of Japanese sweets that were in everybody's stockings, packages for presents, twists of ribbon. I'm between the tree (which has a figure of Kaworu from Evangelion at the top) and the stockings, of which there are eight: me, wife, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
weirdquark, Thrud, Thrud's Dad, the two cats, Thrud's beloved fish. There are piles of pomegranates and nuts on the table. Electric candles in the windows.
It feels good.
It's really the first time this household has done Christmas; usually people scatter to their separate parents or extendeds, and last year we were in Europe, and Thrud has never been home for Christmas before. We may have gone slightly overboard, but I don't think so. We trimmed the tree with origami, instead of buying ornaments; this is not only very decorative but solves the age-old problem of what to do with origami after having folded it. I think we will get a box and put the origami ornaments in it, and throughout the year when I fold something I will put it into the box, and then next time we want a tree we can take it out and go through and replace anything that has gotten squished. And the stockings were made of things around the house already. And I have only had one catastrophic baking failure, although it was pretty dire.
Household and Thrud's Dad went to Sweeney Todd, and I enjoyed it a great deal; certainly Burton's best work in a long while, although I was slightly dubious about Johnny Depp's hair. Thrud, however, loved it. *Loved* it loved it. Those of you who know Thrud will understand that I am therefore expecting that I shall have both the score and the movie memorized within a couple of months via a process of osmosis, especially since she has set herself to learning the songs. Therefore I both enjoyed it and am quite glad, independently, that I enjoyed it. Certainly not a movie for those without a high tolerance for violence, however. (I have already recced it to the boyfriend.)
And that is pretty much that, except that I haven't been doing much productive because of the business of the holiday and a slight touch of Mongolian Death Sinus. Hopefully I will be able to get back to writing productively fairly soon: as soon as I stop sounding like a goth poet when I breathe.
weirdquark, Thrud, Thrud's Dad, the two cats, Thrud's beloved fish. There are piles of pomegranates and nuts on the table. Electric candles in the windows. It feels good.
It's really the first time this household has done Christmas; usually people scatter to their separate parents or extendeds, and last year we were in Europe, and Thrud has never been home for Christmas before. We may have gone slightly overboard, but I don't think so. We trimmed the tree with origami, instead of buying ornaments; this is not only very decorative but solves the age-old problem of what to do with origami after having folded it. I think we will get a box and put the origami ornaments in it, and throughout the year when I fold something I will put it into the box, and then next time we want a tree we can take it out and go through and replace anything that has gotten squished. And the stockings were made of things around the house already. And I have only had one catastrophic baking failure, although it was pretty dire.
Household and Thrud's Dad went to Sweeney Todd, and I enjoyed it a great deal; certainly Burton's best work in a long while, although I was slightly dubious about Johnny Depp's hair. Thrud, however, loved it. *Loved* it loved it. Those of you who know Thrud will understand that I am therefore expecting that I shall have both the score and the movie memorized within a couple of months via a process of osmosis, especially since she has set herself to learning the songs. Therefore I both enjoyed it and am quite glad, independently, that I enjoyed it. Certainly not a movie for those without a high tolerance for violence, however. (I have already recced it to the boyfriend.)
And that is pretty much that, except that I haven't been doing much productive because of the business of the holiday and a slight touch of Mongolian Death Sinus. Hopefully I will be able to get back to writing productively fairly soon: as soon as I stop sounding like a goth poet when I breathe.
