On the third day of Kwanzaa...

I hope everyone had the hap-hap-happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tapped danced with Danny-fucking-Kaye. Mine was just dandy. It was nowhere near as relaxing as I had hoped, but still fun. I was hoping to cough up some more end-of-the-year album reviews, but the only time we were actually at home was to sleep. All of our other waking hours were spent driving to and fro various relative's houses where we would employ our time eating, opening presents, playing games, and thinking about when would be an appropriate time to leave. Aden had a really good time playing and opening presents. He got way too much stuff and we find ourselves with the same problem we had after his birthday: where to put all of his stuff and still have a house that looks like more than just a two-year-old lives there.

Anyway, tonight should be calm and I hope to get a chance to sit down, put on some music, and read a bit. Maybe I can finish another review or two. I think I really dug myself a hole when I started off with the epic Shatner review. Now when I sit down to write I think that each review should be structured roughly the same as that one. Perhaps I should just concentrate on saying that I enjoyed the album and why. Perhaps I should set up some sort of alarm that would go off when I reach the 1,000-word mark. Perhaps I should stop writing like such a dork and make them shorter. Thoughts? There are 7 more to go and if I continue on the snail-like pace that I'm currently on, the last review will be posted the first week of February. If that's the case, the album reviews will encroach on my February plans for The Undertoad's Tribute to Vice Presidents.~