Ben, Destroyer of Stereotypes

Worsted weight, motherfucker.

Chain.

Single.

Half double.

Double.

Treble.

I took up crochet and Felicia is "taking up" knitting. I'm catching on pretty quickly and as soon as I "got" the first real stitch, everything else has been just coming along nicely. I haven't made anything yet and the shit you see above was just practice. It's pretty cool and it's a great way to just tune out and concentrate on shit.

Just letting everyone know that if we send/get you a gift at Christmas time that in the future the gift will be of this nature or something similar. I'm through buying people shit. I mean, this year, people got plants that I took as cuttings from the ones I have. American gift giving practices and traditional gender roles can get fucking bent.

Tell your friends.

YULENESS!

Christmas trees in the bathtub.

All snowy and shit.

Setting up the festive atmosphere with gingerbread houses and decorated trees.

Spreading some love to the cephalopods.

The goddamn dog is never looking at the camera when I am.

This is the reason I get up in the morning.

I love the holiday season. Christmas is my favorite holiday. I'm not really sure why, but I always loved the tree and the gifts and the all that shit. I remember being the kid who loved to decorate the tree, wrap presents, and, even though I never ever believed in Santa and was the kid who told other kids that Santa wasn't real, I loved unwrapping shit on Christmas morning, despite having already guessed the contents of the gifts. The consumerism isn't the point, it's the principle of the holiday: In the dead of winter, we give shit to other people to feel good/not kill ourselves because the SunGod has forsaken us. It doesn't matter what the gift is, it's the giving/receiving/interaction that matters.

I hate the Black Friday crowd and this year, they did not disappoint.

The Reason for the Season is Pleasin'!!!

You think this shit is all fun and games and then you have one of these.

A white Christmas and all that.

The haul

Well hung, heh.

O, Tannenbaum.

I can has presents?

Sometimes, they're not all bad.

Sometimes, we aren't either.

Happy Holidays. I hope no one is fiending during the glorious season and that all their shit is straight.

I am so ready for the semester to start again. This sitting around all the time is totally killing me. Idle hands spend time at the genitals, and we all know how the Lord hates that. Dude, how many straight up quotes are going into this?

Peace, my shnizzies.