It's that time of year, The Day That Shall Not Be Named, so this seems like a pretty good list to do. I don't remember a lot about my past, for reasons that I really, really don't want to get into other than to say, "No, my parents didn't abuse me." Moving right along...
I remember having a teddy bear that I wore out. It only had one eye, it might have started out pink, but it was sort of a weird fleshtone in the parts that weren't just the sheer fabric that held the plush. It had a huge head and not much of a body.
I don't have any idea what happened to it or even when it went away.
I loved playing Barbies with Natalie when I was a kid. She had the Barbie Chalet and I had the Camper Van.
The last Xmas I believed in Santa Claus was the one when I got my Cabbage Patch Kid "preemie" named Juliette Clarette.
My sister Julie got a CPK before that Christmas and her's was named Julia Clara. My other sister got hers at the same time I did, and it was a boy preemie named Alon Gunther.
Why do I remember this shit when I can't even remember what I had for breakfast?
My favourite "toy" after that was MTV on the satellite dish. 1984 was the year, and Michael Jackson, Madonna and Duran Duran were my heroes until I saw the Eurythmics. To this day I have wanted to be able to rawk an Annie Lennox hair cut, but my hair is too stupid to not just stand straight up on end.
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In other news, there is pretty much no household chore that a couple of Cosmopolitans can't make better.
You won't get any seasonal well wishes from me. I'm not a Christian and I'm not interested. I'll be sending greetings, salutations and even gifts in the new year.
Funny story:
ReplyDeleteI'm having lunch with some programmers I used to work with. Tim, Jeff and Brantley. It's Christmas time so Jeff starts on how he is not a Christian, Christmas is bullshit, blah, blah. Anyway, he says, "I won't wish you Merry Christmas but I will wish you Merry Solstice."
After a moment Brantley says, "Who's Mary Solstice?"