i may be a bird in a cage but at least it's your cage

A backlog of photo posting:

• [Holy Ghost Tent Revival @ the Garage] Winston-Salem, 12.20.08. These pictures make it seem as though Cousin It plays the trombone for these guys, and also I think it's a good thing that they only seem to play on stages that are 10 by 10, because given any more space than that, their banjo player is basically going to flail himself to death.
  
  
• [Christmas at the beach] I love my parents' time-share at Holden Beach more than just about anywhere else in the world, except for maybe quicknow's condo at Isle of Palms.
  
  
• [American Aquarium @ Tir Na Nog Raleigh, 12.26.08. shep. and I left my parents to their curmudgeonly selves at the beach on Friday late afternoon and drove home twelve hours earlier than we'd planned to see our boys before they went off on tour for January and February. (We gave them a manfreshener for the van as a Christmas gift.) The bar is nice, and the show was excellent, at least for values of excellent that include "we stood in front of [the Rhythm Guitarist]'s fan club and [Lead Singer] sang the second verse to "Clark Avenue" twice".
  
  
• [Rutgers @ Carolina men's basketball] My seniors. This game, tickets courtesy my folks, is likely the only men's game we'll get to this year, but it was a good one. I love these seniors because they moved here when I did, and they stayed. Seniors never stay, but these seniors did. No team will ever be more mine than this one.

Christmas was lovely; shep. won Christmas and got me a set of partial season tickets -- all the ACC home games! *heart hands for shep. and baseballers* -- to the Carolina baseball team in their beautiful new stadium, riverlight gifted me with a certificate for 100 MOO cards, quicknow gifted me with camera gadgets, insidian gifted me with an anarchist librarian sweatshirt, and my parents of course gifted me with Six, the new D60 dSLR, but my mom also found me a copy of Every Day is Saturday, which is a book about the rock photography of Peter Ellenby, and it's simultaneously totally enthralling and inspiring, and totally depressing because Jesus God he's good. But it's something to shoot for. Both literally and figuratively.

I hope all y'all had good holidays, too. Hopefully good holidays that involved far less of your water heater thermostats burning out that ours did, since we returned home on Friday night to my room reeking of burning plastic, which has been awesome, let me tell you what. The hanging bar in my closet broke while we were gone, too, so there's a three foot tall pile of clothes on my bedroom floor at the moment.

I am still digging through Yuletide, sort of half-heartedly because I'm really lazy and unremittingly cranky about all things, but the things I've liked enough to save so far are here. I think my favorite fandom that I only get fic in at Yuletide is Diana Wynne Jones' Chrestomanci series; this year it inspired me to dig out Conrad's Fate and re-read it, which is never a bad thing.

Can I just say? I really over this going to work thing. Working is for the fucking birds, man. I'd rather be at home. DO NOT WANT OFFICE. >:(