Christmas consisted of the traditional packages and lunch with my family and then dinner and the Jon Carroll quiz with Aimee's family. Aimee gave me a package of origami paper and I folded cranes until it was all gone. Then Brent and I went home and watched My So-Called Life until we passed out. Even more MSCL was had Saturday night when Carol and Dan came over to hang out. It was a good weekend for it.

Friday afternoon Brent and I went sipping and shopping at the Takara sake factory before heading over to the city to solidify Brent's love of Superflat at SFMOMA. Then over to the Castro to watch Charlie Chaplin get wired on "nose powder" and accidentally lead a communist march and skate around blindfolded in the sheer brilliance that is Modern Times. Then over to Bottom of the Hill for beers and to discover we completely lacked the endurance necessary to make it to the headlining band.

Dandeline played the Makeout Room last night, so of course I was there early enough to cry along to "Big Gust" when they ran through it for their sound check. Dan and Sheila dedicated the gleefully bitter "One + Only" to me during their set, and I appreciated it muchly.

My So-Called Life
Modern Times