Monday, December 18, 2006

Indian summer

Th holidays have a way of turning normally-aethist idiotic banter into idiotic banter with a sprinkle of Jesus thrown in. For example, while leaving my friend Kate's apartment on Saturday, I had the great fortune of listening to two guys discuss Christmas.

Guy #1: "Dude, not only Catholics celebrate Christmas."
Guy #2: "Oh? Well who else celebrates?"
Guy #1: "Jews for Jesus."

Forget about everyone else. Christmas Island is home to the Jews for Jesus and Catholics only. Protestants? Episcopalians? Find yourselves a new holiday.

On a semi-related note, it's December and it's 60 degrees outside. Now, I am not a huge fan of city snow. It turns into the most putrid slush known to mankind, soaking my jeans to the knees. However, a little hint of winter would be nice. I'm not asking for a blizzard- just a little cold help me believe that global warming hasn't already turned the earth into a raisin.

It's either snow, or a letter to the building asking them to turn my air conditioning back on.

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