Trust you had a nice Christmas Day. No, I haven't had time to watch my DVD of Saving Mr. Banks yet but maybe this weekend. About half my friends who've expressed an opinion on it have loved it and half have hated it without a lot of middle ground from any quarter. I think they're counting on me to break the tie.
Gay Marriage unexpectedly came to Utah while no one was paying attention. Wasn't Utah the state that everyone said would be the last to get there? I seem to remember people saying that same sex couples would be wedding on Saturn before that happened in Salt Lake City. I have no idea if that judge's decision will get overturned but even if it is, the fact that that state had one brief shining moment of tolerance on this matter is significant. Someone's going to notice that human beings of the same gender married and neither the world nor the institution of "traditional marriage" ended.
I'm always amused by products and businesses that are named in negative ways…like Fatburger or those hot sauces with names like "Destroy Your Stomach Hot Sauce" or "Certain Suicide Hot Sauce." Roller coasters are sometimes like that, too. You wouldn't fly to Pittsburgh on "Certain Death Airlines" but roller coaster fans will rush to ride the "Certain Death Roller Coaster." Anyway, yesterday while driving about, I laid eyes for the first time on an outlet of a chain called Chronic Tacos and now I'm imagining two guys discussing what to name their new restaurant. One says, "We want to say 'tacos' but we need an adjective that people will associate with disease…"
I awoke this morning thinking I was on vacation…which in my world is defined as "I have an assignment but it isn't due tomorrow." The vacation lasted 'til I got to my computer, read my e-mail and found an urgent plea to write something and send it in by first thing in the morning. Ah, Christmas was nice while it lasted…