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Christmas and Dead Like Me
Dec. 26th, 2005 09:29 pmSo, I took Muu up to see my family for Christmas Eve/Christmas. As a non-Christian who celebrates an over-commercialized version of the Christian holiday, Christmas Eve outweighs Christmas by a long shot. Christmas Eve is about the people while Christmas is about objects. Christmas Eve is the night of love and people and noisy family gathered in two houses.
This is my 17th year doing the same thing for Christmas Eve, and I don't think I'll get tired of it. First is the early-evening escapades at my grandparents. And what follows is the infamous candy guessing game, and conversations. After about 8:00 or 9:00 it's time for the Turners. These are the family of my dad's mom (not my grandma, as she died before my dad ever my mother, and I have issues with calling someone I never knew my grandma), and well, they are the only time I can experience with a large family. They're the type of people that even if you only see them once a year, they still welcome you like family. Although 17 years and counting and not one of them has ever spelled my name right. Oh yes, and when I speak of that relative I had who drew for Tiny Toons and Animaniacs, I'm talking about someone from that household.
Our schedule was grueling, and I'm surprised Muu got through it without tearing my head out. After his getting off of work, my doing the last minute gift-wrapping and stuff, us showering, packing, getting things ready, and getting directions, we headed straight to my grandparents without stopping at the house, or anything like that. Then to the Turners, which led to us finally getting to my parents' house around 1:00 a.m. on Christmas Day, with both of us exhausted.
Christmas day, was usual. We opened gifts. Dad was grouchy. We all headed up to my great aunt and uncle's house. Muu and I would own at Trivial Pursuit if we were allowed on the same team.
On a completely, completely different note, Dead Like Me is one of the most beautiful TV series in existence. Four episodes into the second season and it's relieved all my fears of DLM 'selling out'. Character development top notch, the humor is hilarious, and the depth is defiintely there. This is one of those shows that's convinced me that cursing does not necessarily ruin communication.
This is a series that I love to all end, but have the devil's time trying to write fanfiction for. There are so few holes to fill in that I wouldn't rather just leave up to the creators. Daisy takes a cross off of a dead woman, and she takes an interest in Catholocism. Which is so unexpected from seasons one's development, but it works so wonderfully. Of course, Daisy is love.
If you haven't watched it, I would recommend getting hold of it any way you can.
Over and out.
This is my 17th year doing the same thing for Christmas Eve, and I don't think I'll get tired of it. First is the early-evening escapades at my grandparents. And what follows is the infamous candy guessing game, and conversations. After about 8:00 or 9:00 it's time for the Turners. These are the family of my dad's mom (not my grandma, as she died before my dad ever my mother, and I have issues with calling someone I never knew my grandma), and well, they are the only time I can experience with a large family. They're the type of people that even if you only see them once a year, they still welcome you like family. Although 17 years and counting and not one of them has ever spelled my name right. Oh yes, and when I speak of that relative I had who drew for Tiny Toons and Animaniacs, I'm talking about someone from that household.
Our schedule was grueling, and I'm surprised Muu got through it without tearing my head out. After his getting off of work, my doing the last minute gift-wrapping and stuff, us showering, packing, getting things ready, and getting directions, we headed straight to my grandparents without stopping at the house, or anything like that. Then to the Turners, which led to us finally getting to my parents' house around 1:00 a.m. on Christmas Day, with both of us exhausted.
Christmas day, was usual. We opened gifts. Dad was grouchy. We all headed up to my great aunt and uncle's house. Muu and I would own at Trivial Pursuit if we were allowed on the same team.
On a completely, completely different note, Dead Like Me is one of the most beautiful TV series in existence. Four episodes into the second season and it's relieved all my fears of DLM 'selling out'. Character development top notch, the humor is hilarious, and the depth is defiintely there. This is one of those shows that's convinced me that cursing does not necessarily ruin communication.
This is a series that I love to all end, but have the devil's time trying to write fanfiction for. There are so few holes to fill in that I wouldn't rather just leave up to the creators. Daisy takes a cross off of a dead woman, and she takes an interest in Catholocism. Which is so unexpected from seasons one's development, but it works so wonderfully. Of course, Daisy is love.
If you haven't watched it, I would recommend getting hold of it any way you can.
Over and out.
