and lest y'all forget where i live, this nice young man made sure we all knew how the bowl game was going while the queens were on stage.

we are at a club on a saturday night and i am ACUTELY aware of my age. damn, it is crowded and loud.

it is foggy as hell downtown - i can't see the RSA tower from two blocks away. didn't stop all of mobile county from coming downtown tonight...

oh fun, the bezos run MGM is pumping a movie where AI has the power to kill "criminals" at its discretion a man with bezos's politics, money, and *for some reason passing understanding* power is not funding movies, he is advancing a worldview

shout out to everyone involved in the pop tarts bowl, you all understood the assignment and sold it to the fullest. [i am also chortling mightily at sitake's speech about testimony - carrying the message of the BYU ad into the postgame - followed by "i need some hot stuff baby this evening" lol]

also the cougar mascot has a weirdly human face and it's a little unsettling.

welp

if anyone knows where to get the lil pop tart plushie i'd be grateful, or if they're only available on site i will venmo someone, it is precious as hell and i need it.

please be upstanding for our high holy bowl, the only bowl that still gets it now let's chop it up

our sandwich places closes for a month between thanksgiving and christmas so the owners can go home. they reopened today. sooooooo happy.

they keep showing that ad for the horror movie with the murderous chimpanzee or whatever that the rich white family "raised like a family member" and i know it's called PRIMATE but it should be called CONSEQUENCES.

[i read the avatar comment as positive, not an insult, bc to have "cultural impact" or whatever in the 21st century means having a stan army and an army of endless detractors, who yell at each other constantly and make bonkers demands on the creators of the thing. it's not a good thing anymore imo]

why thank you IRS i renewed my PTIN two weeks ago, so a letter telling me i logged into my account just arrived way to use resources [this is not a new thing, it's been going on for years, it's so silly]

wearing a hold steady shirt on a drive 90 miles one way to get a specific flavor of sausage. ladies is uncles too mode engaged fully.

that DEN-MIN game ruled, best of the day, that OT was bonkers. we are 5 for 5 seeing NBA games on christmas, the beloved's favorite thing to do on the holiday.

i don't know if this wine was quite worth the price tag but it was still pretty excellent. love me a big bossy cab.

THIIIIIIIIIIIS. plus, too many people want to *be* that all-knowing daddy. that group is mostly made of people without the sense the good lord gave a grapefruit, but chocked to the gills with a lust for violence and harm. the literal worst of us.

we had a great christmas full of laughs and fun conversation, but it is also very apparent that this was the last of one kind of christmas and the first kind of another. time passes, and it's natural, but damn if knowing it and seeing it aren't two different things. hey siri play "something heavy"

all right. it's time to go make the two things i am cooking today: brownies faincy au gratin potatoes i am hoping the wasp sting is my offering to the kitchen-accident gods that i already have a christmas injury, i gave my sacrifice.

gainz stop for nothing and no one, i guess, which is why this kid in his high school football team shorts is walking into the gym alone at quarter to one on christmas afternoon.

if i had to have a meme play out in real life on christmas day, at least it was sending the wasp in my living room that just stung me (i'm ok, mild pain, no allergy) to hell. could be a LOT worse.

whether you're doing christmas today or not, here's to peace, joy, and great snacks. ❤️

it's a glitchy transfer, but it's this one, every time.

they are just now done with transubstantiation. the congregants are just now getting communion. my word, you need some stamina to do high test midnight mass.

thanks to the episcopalians punting on late night singing and ceremony this year, i am streaming the heavy duty stuff from the cathedral downtown. what is up with the chapel veils on women whose mothers were born post-vatican II, even i know you don't have to do that anymore.

we just had our annual christmas eve viewing of charlie brown christmas, during which the beloved patiently listens to me recite the whole thing from memory and get emotional during the recitation of the gospel of luke. bless that man. ❤️

what do two adults who have no children but love christmas morning anyway do? we put everything we bought ourselves in december under the tree, sometimes in its shipping boxes, so we can have a fun time eating orange rolls and opening presents. make your own magic. 🎄✨

any of you commentariat dudes (gender neutral) need anything?

i bought every left-behind card i could find, scraped up every stamp in the house, but the cards are in the mailbox. heaven knows when y'all are getting them but i hope the thought counts. ❤️

this is endlessly practical, very funny, and contains both a reference to an S-tier christmas song AND perhaps the greatest axiom of this age. i'll let you find that last one yourself.

like, my fellow mobilians are not what i would call world class drivers on a regular day. but today has been a masterclass in "car go here now WHEEEEEE" lunacy. and we haven't even been out at peak mania time!

behold: the borked af holiday card, with special appearance by the extremely offline beloved, whose name is neither anna nor ellie. these were such nice cards, too... [the plan B cards, not as picturesque but filled with love and featuring correct names, go out tomorrow]

15+ years of lawyering has finely honed my skills in the civil but firm email department. it took exactly two loops. tl;dr: me: you f'ed up them: credit? reprint? me: it's 12/23 dude, be real - refund them: ok refund me: thank you for your quick response done and dusted, on to plan B.

i FINALLY found my copy of @nikostratis.com's book in my office - had lost it for months - and opened up the epigraph page to find possibly my favorite moment from my favorite character on my second-favorite show. i am so ready for this read.

this is a fun piece - i have had cake from this bakery, though not this one, and it rules. but i am INSULTED that someone thinks coconut is a "grandmother" flavor profile.

we just walked in the door... ... for me to find my cards, all of them, were printed with two random women's names on them instead of ours. and the only customer service they have is an email address. i am INCANDESCENTLY angry.

SEEN SEVERAL DEER it always makes me nervous to see deer on the shoulder of I-10, i know how these knobs drive.

for those curious: the MNF radio broadcast was kevin harlan and ross tucker. right before rivers threw that last pick-six, they had just reduced each other to giggles doing an extended bit about kevin getting a kilt for christmas from ross. this season has been S-tier for football on the radio.

well that was a nice cherry on top of christmas weekend in new orleans.

because nothing says christmas cheer like "blow the whistle," amirite

i mean sure, why not.

this is the sweetest little thing. worth your time. ❤️

tonight is my favorite date night of the whole year: réveillon at the pelican club. the food is incredible, the people are so nice. just the best meal.

the crowd is loudly doing the wave while the saints have the ball in jets territory and they immediately almost turn the ball over GOD DON'T LIKE RUBE

🎶one last tiiiiiiiime, relax, have a drink with me🎶 the 2025 season in the 'dome ends today.

are you kidding me with that throw, that was BONKERS. damn, caleb.

there's a parking garage in the CBD that also advertises for a massage spa in the same building, which results in my favorite sign: P A R K I N G COUPLES WELCOME

re: what we were saying about building your cheer muscles - driving through these lights every year is just pure delight. it never fails to make me smile. it makes me remember how it felt to be a kid driving around looking at lights. just pure simple joy.