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[jough]

I forget how young some people here are until they say that the breakfast burrito, an invention of like fuck*ng 1992, is a "holiday tradition" in their family.

Yes, I only heard Christmas Wrapping(s?) once, and it was just this morning.  Soulless, tuneless dreck. 

Santa brought me a bluetooth headset that didn't fit in my ear, so one of his elves and I are going to Best Buy tomorrow to find one that is more secure than just sitting in the ear canal loosely.  I have uncommonly small ears, so even the small earpiece didn't fit in my ears.  I can't use Senheiser earbuds either.  They're too large.

[wombat]

I forget how young some people here are until they say that the breakfast burrito, an invention of like fuck*ng 1992, is a "holiday tradition" in their family.

I hear you.

Santa fixed my laptop so that the power cord works again.  I no longer have to make sure to drape the cord over the screen in just the right position to make sure that I am connected or else I don't realize I'm running on the battery and suddenly I am out of battery.  This is such a good present that I am trying not to worry about the fact that there were still some screws left over after Santa put the laptop back together.

[Drygioni]

In my stocking, Santa me got More Songs About Buildings and Food, along with Fear of Music. I have spent the rest of the day schoolin' my brothers on the Wii and eating too much.

Fuck, I love Christmas!

[wombat]

Oh, speaking of Christmas music, I should be thanking this board for the soundtrack to Christmas dinner, which is the Pogues.  Happy Christmas your arse, scumbags and maggots.

[AugustWest]

It was super awesome when the first thing I opened was a Thelonious Monk CD from "Santa" (you know, to throw my younger cousins off the scent)... all sitting there, sipping coffee, grooving to thelonious, my uncle being all "wow, is this Thelonious Monk? I love this guy!"

You get a can for loving Thelonious.

[theinevitable]

also: it is only a holiday tradition as of a few years ago.

But we get hell of excited about them. they are so good, dude. think about how good they are.

^{I WAS 4 YEARS OLD IN 1992!}

my other "adult" moment was that I got really excited when my parents gave me a pot. Now I can cook! At school! Plus I got some sweaters! (of course, I got more excited about the DVD of Superman Returns. I guess... I'll never grow up Superman is Awesome and you can't deny it.)

[Drygioni]

Oh, speaking of Christmas music, I should be thanking this board for the soundtrack to Christmas dinner, which is the Pogues.  Happy Christmas your arse, scumbags and maggots.

One down...

[littlefallsmets]

By Christmas 1992, I was already... thirteen and listening to the Use Your Illusion albums on repeat for days at a time and gnashing my teeth over the pretty girls who I was sure would never go out with me.

I am old, it seems.

[linnea]

By Christmas 1992 I was fourteen years old and listening to grunge rock and wishing I could be done with the awkward teenage years already.

[Choop]

Around Christmas '92: Already turned 16 and was shopping for cars in the classfiieds. Soundgarden and the end of Good Metallica rocked my Walkman. Liquid Television every Sunday night.

Now? Well, MTV just plain pisses me off.

[Drygioni]

In '92, I was a dribbling moody bastard making life hell for those around me. Despite being waited on hand and foot my thirst for the servitude of others was never satiated, and I felt a huge amount of jealousy for those younger and cuter than me. Please check back in around 70 years when the cycle repeats itself.

[linnea]

In '92, I was a dribbling moody bastard making life hell for those around me. Despite being waited on hand and foot my thirst for the servitude of others was never satiated, and I felt a huge amount of jealousy for those younger and cuter than me. Please check back in around 70 years when the cycle repeats itself.

HEH! You get a Tiny Can of Dr. Pepper for that, good sir.

[V-Adore]

Christmas '92 was spent in Florida, an entirely strange and unnerving environment, on a family vacation invoving my dubiously-stable aunt and Disney World. The only gift from it that I remember is a marble dragon statue from EPCOT Center -- and the Sega Game Gear given to me pre-Christmas to keep me quiet on the plane. I was nine.

Today, fourteen years later, I have spent much of the night playing a video game in Japanese I barely understand. ("I'm getting attacked by a lamp! Why am I getting attacked by a lamp?!") Very little in my life changes, really.

[littlefallsmets]

a marble dragon statue from EPCOT Center

Widget? Was that its name?

EPCOT was entirely about how goddamned weird Captain EO was, as far as I was concerned.

Michael Jackson and a pom-pom rat... fight evil aliens... with the power of love... IN 3-D.

Innocent. Times.

[Choop]

Ahhhhhh.

I'm sitting here finishing a bottle of Prosecco after my parents and friends have departed, and the missus has gone to bed. My lasagnas were big hits, and the chicken cutlets were the perfect accompaniment. No gifts were exchanged (except for some dog biscuits) and no cross words were had. Perhaps the best Santaday of the past several years.

This is the contented sigh of the happy man.

Ahhhhhh.