A minor writing roadblock

Not only did my wife get me Rock Band 2 for Christmas, but my parents got me Guitar Hero: World Tour, and my wife's parents got me a fat stack of cool games that will also take up my time.

All of this means that for the next few weeks, I will likely get little extraneous writing done. I know, I know, I really ought to be putting my nose to the grindstone and all that, but dude--I have a bunch of new games I haven't beaten yet; I'm obligated.

You can't see it, but I'm throwing the horns right now in anticipation of a rousing round of fake guitar playing.

If you're on Xbox Live, add SiftinJeff to your list of pals, and you, too, can beat my ass at a game.

...little pond hopper...

If you just can't wait until March when it finally gets a DVD release, you can watch Howard the Duck right here, thanks to Hulu.

Much has been said about how awful this movie is. I was 11 going on 12 when this came out, so I'm not as critical as others. Don't get me wrong; it's not a great movie, and it bears little resemblance to what made Steve Gerber's waterfowl creation so awesome.

That said, it does have Lea Thompson in it, albeit as a victim of a crimping iron accident. So sit back, grab some corn, and it's movie time.

Ho ho ho!

On the twelfth day of Christmas...

Well, tomorrow's Christmas, so Merry Christmas in advance to all of you (and Happy continued Hanukkah as well).

We're spending the holiday with family, so tomorrow morning should be fun. I'm already full of, um, holiday cheer (since I don't have any driving to do tonight), and consequently, am pretty relaxed.

I hope everything is well with all of you. I appreciate everyone who reads my drivel, even if I don't say it very often.

And in Christmas song-related news, I somehow managed to get all the way until today without hearing "Feliz Navidad," and then I heard in twice already. For some reason, I used to hate that song, and knowing this, my mom would use it to get me out of bed on Christmas morning. I have since developed an appreciation for the song.

So, Feliz Navidad!

On the eleventh day of Christmas...

The thing I'm looking most forward to this Christmas is seeing my son's face when he opens his presents. He's five now, and he does this thing when he's happy.

The corners of his mouth turn up and he does his best not to smile, but you can tell that he's excited about what he's seeing.

I never get tired of seeing it.

Even better; in a few years, I'll be able to see my daughter's reactions, too. I feel kinda sappy looking so forward to it, but I'm a sentimental fool. Sue me.

On the tenth day of Christmas...

I thought it appropriate I saw this today, as I convinced my son to watch an episode or two of Thundercats this morning.

Alas, it's fake, but it's really well-done. Enjoy.

On the ninth day of Christmas...

While the Super Powers Collection action figures were always on our Christmas wish lists, a solid backup was anything from the Marvel Secret Wars Collection.

They weren't as cool as the Super Powers figures; they weren't as articulated, for one, and, well, they were Marvel characters, and my brother and I were DC kids.

Still, we ended up with almost the whole first wave of figures, and we staged our own Marvel vs. DC slugfests, with DC always coming out on top. We had one vehicle; a motorcycley thing, and I eventually got a Doom Roller and the Tower of Doom on eBay when I was much older.

This is also from the 1985 Montgomery Ward Christmas catalog.