It's that time of year again. That wonderful, light filled time of year when I turn into an angry, frustrated bitch because someone else's holiday messes up the airwaves, takes over fanfic *and*, apparently, comic books - and the assumption seems to be that if you don't care to celebrate it, there's something wrong with you. And I let everyone know it, which I assume is extremely boring for everyone. And annoying, too. Probably more than the holiday itself.
This year, I want to try something different. This year I'm going to be smugly superior instead. You want to infect my comics? I just won't buy those issues, even with the rather cool covers. Make my December comic's bill that much smaller. I hardly read fanfic anymore anyway, so that's not a major loss - and the people whose stories I do read happen to not like any holiday stories. Just a coincidence, but a nice one. And I'm watching less and less TV as it is, between the computer and working and all. So - again, no big loss. Or maybe a gain.
But that's not where the smug part comes in. The smug part comes in when everyone is running around shopping, and I've *done* all my major holiday shopping already - two boxes of candles and a new oil menorah with the oil and wicks I need for it. Oh, we have a couple of gifts to buy, and I want to make latkes one night, but while everyone else is going nuts, I'll be nice and calm.
Will it work? Who knows.
This year, I want to try something different. This year I'm going to be smugly superior instead.
But that's not where the smug part comes in. The smug part comes in when everyone is running around shopping, and I've *done* all my major holiday shopping already - two boxes of candles and a new oil menorah with the oil and wicks I need for it. Oh, we have a couple of gifts to buy, and I want to make latkes one night, but while everyone else is going nuts, I'll be nice and calm.
Will it work? Who knows.