Happy New Year
Jan. 1st, 2003 06:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
robotnik2004Here we are, passing from the early into the mid-whatever-we-are-supposed-to-call-the-decade-from-2000-to-2009s, and we still haven’t settled on a name for it. Shocking! Back before the as-yet-nameless-decade began, I remember many earnest discussions about decade nomenclature. It seems like, in those days, people understood that naming the decade between 2000 (or "the year 2000," as we called it back then) and 2009 was a Real Issue, a pressing affair on par with complaining about El Nino, shielding our coffee makers from the Y2K bug, and getting advance tickets to see The Phantom Menace. But now, three years in to this abominable-decade-that-dare-not-speak-its-name, we just trundle along, doodle-dee-doo, oblivious to the chaos certain to ensue just seven years from now, when the media tries to write its decade-in-review specials and articles and reviews. Did something happen some time in the early you-know-whats to distract us from such weighty concerns?
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Happy 2003, all. Lisa & I just got back from our holiday travels. I hadn’t really been looking forward to all the schlepping involved in trying to visit both sides of the Faddy-Mac family in ten short days, but somehow all the plains, trains, and automobiles went smoothly, and we had great happy Seasonal Gift Days in both Maryland and Ontario. First, one of the classic Jewish Christmases I’ve always dreamed of (Chinese takeout & a Spielberg movie) in Bethesda with Lisa’s family, followed by a terrific All-Camp Festivus with my own clan. It is so damn fun when all of my siblings get together; I wish I was better at staying in touch with them during the rest of the year. L&I got back late Tuesday, for a romantic New Year’s Eve cheering on a giant evil can of Chicken Noodle Soup battling a one-eyed Hell Monkey and a break-dancing silver potato. From ringside, even. All told, a fine holiday, probably my favorite since Y2K, marred only by our inability to make it to Toronto to see my beloved and always too rarely visited posse there.
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Happy 2003, all. Lisa & I just got back from our holiday travels. I hadn’t really been looking forward to all the schlepping involved in trying to visit both sides of the Faddy-Mac family in ten short days, but somehow all the plains, trains, and automobiles went smoothly, and we had great happy Seasonal Gift Days in both Maryland and Ontario. First, one of the classic Jewish Christmases I’ve always dreamed of (Chinese takeout & a Spielberg movie) in Bethesda with Lisa’s family, followed by a terrific All-Camp Festivus with my own clan. It is so damn fun when all of my siblings get together; I wish I was better at staying in touch with them during the rest of the year. L&I got back late Tuesday, for a romantic New Year’s Eve cheering on a giant evil can of Chicken Noodle Soup battling a one-eyed Hell Monkey and a break-dancing silver potato. From ringside, even. All told, a fine holiday, probably my favorite since Y2K, marred only by our inability to make it to Toronto to see my beloved and always too rarely visited posse there.
