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Now entering Year No. 29

Spent the birthday at Yosemite (overnight trip was a Christmas present from mom). The first day was surely not ideal picture-taking weather, but Day Two didn't disappoint. Little sun, but a fresh coat of powder and some neat low clouds.

Off to the South Bay tomorrow for some long overdue catchup with good old friends. Cake concert Sunday night; Winter Cocktail Monday. Doesn't get much better than that, no matter the year.

Tweeting the day away

I'm finding that the occasional Twitter update of randomness seems to be taking the place of the occasional blog update of randomness (and also, incidentally, the occasional Facebook status update), so I've added a feed of my last few tweets over to the right, and reordered some things.

Marginally interesting at best, but probably as involved as posts are going to get over the next several days.

Hey, can you believe it's Christmas in two days? I can't. Discuss.

What's my age again?

So, I'm less than two weeks from turning 28, and all of a sudden, I'm feeling like I'm 18 again.

Why? Well, not the living-at-home bit; that ended when I was 16. It's more the random help-wanted ads I'm responding to. Nothing en masse, certainly, but there have been a few jobs here and there that sound, well, interesting, but are also probably wildly outside the realm of possibility for someone who has done nothing but work for newspapers the last decade.

It brings back old instincts - like, when the phone rings: Is that someone calling about a job?!

Don't get me wrong; I'm, by and large, enjoying this bout of unemployment (or, "retirement," as my buddy Tribble tweeted today). And I'm in no big rush to return from it. It's just funny how familiar it feels, even if it's been quite a while since things were so uncertain.

Relaxed cat

The year of Mister Manager

I can't possibly express how excited I am to see Juno on Friday. Damn all you L.A. and NYC-ians and your early release dates.

Michael Cera + Ellen Page + Moldy Peaches songs = At least 18 kinds of awesome.

UPDATE: I'm an idiot. Juno doesn't open nationwide until Christmas Day. But my emotional rollercoaster crept back up again when I found an advance screening in Sacramento on Tuesday.

UPDATE II: OK, turns out the release schedule is a bit more complicated than all that. San Francisco this week, Sacramento next week, etc., etc.

A show about nothing

PLACERVILLE, Calif. - Right. Well.

It seems blogging seems to cease when interesting things stop happening.

I'm home, and I'm enjoying it, from the company of my mom and the dog and cat to the wintry weather outside. And I'm not working, and I'm not living in some exotic locale, and so any sense of drama has pretty much ceased. Which is a nice refreshing change, let me tell you.

So, I'll keep you posted, gentle reader, as things are likely to pick up a bit as the holiday season draws nearer. But figured you didn't need to hear about my trip to Costco, or the first time I drove a car in four months. Carry on.