Oh, pretties, how we've ignored you. Our deepest apologies; there's apparently some sort of annual festival that somehow involves a fur-clad fat man breaking into homes to celebrate the birth of Christ. And this lil' holiday is a helluva time-eater, what with the meals and the family and the exchanging of gifts and whatnot.
Due to a lack of nerding-time over the break thus far, we fell somewhat off our advent-logging plans. The two songs that were never posted were the 21st (El Gato's Christmas In My City) and the 25th (Bruce Cockburn's Les Anges Dans Nos Campagnes,) in case y'all were planning to Collect Them All!
Christmas Eve was spent exchanging presents. Added to the Optimuscrime Clothing Roster: Pyjama pants, in a lightweight flannel, plaid-patterned and red. Leah would be proud. OCK nabbed an ObusForme massager, a hulking beast of a thing that is apparently intended to relieve muscle stress but could also easily turn bone into dust. We asked the salesman about it, and he offered a demonstration. Our shoulders are still bruised. Its modes of operation include 'pulverize', 'tenderize' and 'liquify'.
Christmas day was spent at Latvian church, singing all sorts of familar carols in a totally unfamiliar and consonant-rich baltic tongue: "Kluuuuusa nakts, sveta nakts..." After church, we repaired to the local Tim Horton's -- the only one open -- and waited for half an hour in line for coffee (after being rudely cut off by a hyperaggressive minivan driver in a santa hat).
Lather, rinse, repeat. Second verse, same as the first. On the 27th and 28th, we enjoyed our second Christmas Eve and Christmas Day of December, this time with our family in Oshawa. Christmas Eve was spent listening to Dylan Thomas reading his 'Child's Christmas in Wales' -- a tradition spanning three generations of Optimuscriminals. The next morning included danish kringle and present-opening. We will ask visitors to Chateau Bagot to kindly keep from drooling on our floor after seeing our fancy-assed new sheets. Stratospheric thread counts! Featherbed topper! If you need us, we'll be in bed.
And today, we went to another shopping mall (two mall-trips in a month; a new record!), where we observed the fascinating behaviour of the adolescent Oshawanian male in his natural habitat: In this case, sharing homemade softcore pornography from his camera phone with his fellow pack members. We are somewhat doubtful that the young lady in the starring role would have expected her oeuvre to be screened to an audience of pimply teens in the mall's food-court.
Upcoming: Toronto, here we come! Those of our readers interested in a New Year's Day breakfast at Sneaky Dee's, leave a comment. Guacamole Exquisito!