Santa visited me the other night, a bit early this year. At first he over-shot my building, but he came back around for a safe landing. I was worried this year, I heard Santa's Japanese built sleigh broke down a time or to, but Santa rode spreading good cheer, blaring Mariah Carey's All I Want for Christmas. But I was ready and heard such a clatter, so while Santa double parked his sleigh in front of my building, I ran down the stairs to meet Santa. He didn't ask me if I behaved this year, he didn't get a chance. My bribe of a festive bottle filled with tasty drink ruled out any chance of getting garbage this year (for some reason B says I should get garbage and she should get a basset hound in her stocking, I don't see the logic but she works with science so she must be right...). B was out with her mother seeing a play, so I got a chance to catch up with Santa, see how he's living. Before long, Alvin and the Chipmunks' rendition of All I Want for Christmas thoroughly ruined the mood and Santa had to change the playlist. But then it was time, Santa was on a strict schedule, and Juan needs his presents too! But before Santa departed into the December night, he gave me our presents, a Belgian Tripel for me and a red wine for B. Santa didn't give me garbage, what joy! So thank you to Santa in his Scion sleigh, I will try new things this year, I wouldn't risk getting garbage next Christmas. And maybe next year I'll get you a better Christmas playlist...
What I Really Want for Christmas:
I know I'm not getting what I really want for Christmas this year. Labor strife, greed, poorly planned expansions to southern markets, stubbornness lack of common sense, the worst commissioner in sports history, admitted failure of the same exact situation less than a decade ago, and general disrespect towards hockey fans have insured that I won't get what I really want for Christmas. If you're a hockey fan you get it, you miss the game at its highest level. Unfortunately, at its highest level means that's where the most money is. Whether its the players or the owners or Gary Bettman's fault, (Bill Simmons once joked that NBA commissioner, David Stern, planted Gary Bettman, who formerly worked for the NBA, as the NHL commissioner in 1993 to make himself look like a better commissioner by comparison... Mr. Stern, you're plan worked, but you're not much better) I don't really care at this point, I just wish I could be watching the B's with Jack Edwards screaming silly Revolutionary War anecdotes at me, while Shawn Thornton pummels some punk from Montreal. We should be watching Chara flatten people or Seguin lighting up the goal light like its Hannukah in Boston, not in the Czech Republic and Switzerland. *Best European League story I've read so far- Chara body checked former teammate Miroslav Satan a couple weeks ago and hurt Satan; Satan then went to the media and proclaimed his and Chara's friendship as over, friendship terminated!... really Satan? Tell me how this doesn't make you sound like a big baby?* Unlike season ticket holders and businesses in NHL cities, I have no financial stake in the league, just an emotional attachment. The longer this goes on, the more tenuous that attachment may become. In 2005, I was excited to have the NHL back from the lock-out, next time I may not be as excited if the parties involved don't learn their lesson and get back to the game. So for Christmas, I won't have the Bruins, but I hope in 2013 they'll come back, before it's too late (I heard that mid-January is the season cancellation deadline).
Nick Goes to the Movies:
On Tuesday night I attended a movie by myself for the second time ever. Quick quiz, what other movie did I have to go see by myself? .........Answer = Transformers 3 and it was awesome! I still needed to adjust to sitting by myself, but I think I've gotten over the stigma attached to flying solo to a film. So after work, I walked down the block and saw The Hobbit, in the regular 2-D. I had read about how people felt nauseous and dizzy from the 48-fps, 3-D format that apparently made everything a little too real and giving a film. I figured the regular 2-D would allow me to enjoy the movie the first time around without the distractions. I found a seat, and I think my section became "the area for people there by themselves or noisy bitches who are obviously drinking wine and keep running to the bathroom because this movie is nearly 3 hours long". People on either side of me were by themselves and I was worried the Asian guys behind would need to translate the movie in their native tongue the entire movie like they did during the half hour of trailers (not racist, actually happened), but they stopped, unlike those noisy ladies and their wine breaks. It was surprising to see the cross section of the crowd for this movie, because the picture of the traditional nerd that comes to mind did not fit most of the people.
Now if I were to review The Hobbit, I would tell you its really long and gets bogged down to a snails pace in certain parts, but I'm big nerd for the LTR movies so this was a no-brainer "I need to see this movie" movie. Is it the best made movie? Probably not. But, I would say if you've read the book or like the material, you'll be into this movie, as long as you can pay attention for the required amount of time. There was no way I was getting Juan, or let alone B, to come see this movie with me. But now I'm curious to what the 3-D, nauseous version looked like.
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Also, Happy "End of the World" tomorrow. I plan on eating plenty of breakfast meats on Saturday morning.
NO ONE talks about Chara that way! I think we should terminate Satan permanently
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