Scroll down a bit. See those T-Rexes getting up on each other all frisky-like? I realized a couple days after posting the photo that it combined two of my favorite topics. After this insight I thought of other things that would be awesome together. Having a campfire with a dolphin. Drinking good coffee on the moon. Number theory naked. We’ll see which happens first.

Since work slowed down, I’ve had a lot more time for such mental frivolities. I even made up a little Christmas list for the first time in over two decades. It’s short, and most of the items are practical (ironing board), with the exception of some things I’m obliged to desire as a white, American, metro/yuppy/hipster (myupster?), post-adolescent male (WAMPAM) (Gap gift card). Interestingly, these items may have been predicted from my last Christmas list, which if I’m remembering correctly contained the pragmatic (hamster) as well as WAMPAM-in-training merchandise (kiddy loafers). I got exactly what I wanted that year, along with speech therapy for my lithp. Damn. Lisp.

As long as I’m on the subject of Christmas, a recent reading of the Nativity story made me very disappointed in God’s lack of adherence to now-unquestionable mores. Sure, He was nice to send Gabriel to ask Mary if she wanted to bear a child, but where I come from, even with consent, knocking up a 15 year-old is statutory rape. Just ask this guy.