Now that all things Christmas have left my mind, and New Year’s is soon approaching, it is time to write my review of Christmas. Thumbs Up. Way up. First off, let’s quickly knock the items off the Neverending List. I believe it was a yuletide first, but this was the first year that I did not get any movies for Christmas. It’s shocking! But let’s look on the bright side, we get to skip A LOT of my list now. That brings us to the music. Let’s leave that to the end. We now arrive at odds and ends, books, the guitar and the camera. Cutting to the chase, no camera, no guitar (due to the fact that our electric setup would not be happy. I thought all houses had a “ground.”) For books I was happy to find The Idiot’s Guide to Philosophy under the tree. But, wait! It’s the second edition! Did not know they had one. This was great, but it was disregarded, as if a large, black rectangular slab had cast a shadow over it, because Arthur C. Clarke’s ENTIRE series of odyssey novels ARE ALL MINE! (This is where I would insert, “My precious” or something along those lines, but since mine eyes are towerless, as well as kingless; I’ll pass.) The bitchin Pink Floyd shirt from HMV is also mine, as well as Vice City (you’ll be seein’ a lot of posts about that later!). This brings us to the music, and my, was it a plentiful! 2003 will always be known, to me, as The Christmas I got the Led out!” I did receive Early and Latter Days from my mom, but this was after Tink gave me the Led Zeppelin Box Set! 4 CDs of pure scrumtrilescence! Tink also gave me The Beatles’ “Revolver”, with all it’s Eleanor Rigby goodness. This was also the year that mother caved and realized that Satan controls my music. Instead of buying appropriate music and all that other happy family crap, she decided to give up and give me Black Sabbath’s Paranoid and the very twisted Echoes of Pink Floydium. There was also the odd article of clothing. Oooo Socks! Christmas itself was problem free, mostly because I spent the entire day picking up digital hookers, and running into old women with my Vespa of Death. The only complaint about this year, would have to be the stocking time. Pre-yule, I decided to try and finish Half-Life. I ended up staying awake until about 3:30am, Christmas Eve, trying to defeat the extremely ugly Nihilanth. Now you might say, “No sleep, what a wuss!” Well , then you might be a jackass! First off, let’s imagine one of those tall Froster, “bong-like” in shape, slushie cups. Now imagine about one and a half can’s of coke in there. Fill the rest with rum and you have what I drank! Lastly, Twizzlers should come in cloth bags, so that when fathers take them out of stockings, there is on crackling of plastic, which is REALLY GODDAMN LOUD WHEN HUNGOVER!