Hello once again, and season's greetings to all from the scenic and lovely Black Hills of South Dakota. If you are reading this, you are probably someone I know somehow, and I wish you the best of cheer in these peculiar times that my nation is experiencing (even if I've never met you before).
The holiday season in the McMahon house has gone relatively well this year; only two casualties have been reported so far, unless you count a delicious pepper-smoked pot roast and an extraordinary pecan pie. For my part, Christmas shopping was successful, eventually, though I am still posting Christmas cards and making arrangements to spend some time with my oft-maligned friends from times recently past.
I stayed up late last night preparing a long, drawn-out rant about friendship, romance, and how I am a bigger fool than I admit to being, but looking over it today, I observed that it isn't too great of a piece. I could just post the writing out in its present form because nothing else I have posted is that great either, but I really need the practice critiquing and proofing my words, so it will stay in for the time being. Maybe it will turn into a New Year's resolution of sorts, maybe not.

On another topic, doing many things at once with a computer is sometimes a bad idea. Seconds after I typed that last paragraph saved changes to this file, at the exact instant my download of the latest Mozilla milestone build was to reach completion and my grades for this past semester were to come up, Silph spontaneously rebooted. (Again.) The moral here, of course, is to never try to draw to an inside straight after the first round if you're playing for real money.