First of all, Happy Post-Christmas to all of you to whom that applies. It's my favorite holiday - the lull between Xmas and NYE. The pressure's off, you're not expected to go anywhere, nobody really expects anything to get done (those site updates can surely wait a few days).
So, leave it to our friends in the Middle East and Asia Minor to harsh my late December mellow. Isreal, a day after resuming aid shipments to Gaza, started bombing the hell out of everything. And India and Pakistan are getting all troop-movement-y, and no doubt spinning up missiles and scrambling planes and all that other War Games dialogue.
Y'all, I'm trying to chill, maybe play a little Incredibles on PS2. (What? It works.) I don't need to worry about, in the words of my man Linus, "being bombed from outer space." It's just like when I was high school, when I should have been binge drinking and trying to mount whatever crossed into my field of operations. Instead, being the current events nerd that I was (am), I was obsessed with Isreali air incursions into Iraq, and assorted Soviet behaviors, and so on. No play-play for the neurotic 17-year-old in the corner ranting about brinksmanship and machismo and how close he lives to a major first-strike target.
Didn't help that I had just read Alas, Babylon.
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