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four hundred lights When I went into work last night, Ann was in one her complaining moods. Part of it was understandable, but at the same time it does begin to wear on me. There is nothing that I can do to solve her personal problems nor are they really my concern. All that I can do is sit there and listen, but sometimes all that I want to do is shake my head. Thankfully another coworker of ours had been there for the past few hours listening to her, so I think that she was about done with her rant by the time that I got there. Her life gets more and more complicated, yet I never see her doing anything to make it better. Sometimes I think that she brings it down upon herself even though she would say otherwise. In her mind it is the men in her life that are at fault not her. It never seems to dawn on her that she is the one that is attracted to them. None of this is new though. ... After work I spent some more time decorating my tree. As I said before, I had never used the lights that I had bought years ago so I didn't know that I needed another string. Somehow two hundred didn't seem to be enough. There were too many gaps left. Well, after searching and searching through the store, all that I could find was strings of two hundred lights. There didn't seem to be any one hundred strings. Actually I was amazed at the vast variety of Christmas lights that seem to exist. There are the icicle variety and something that they call swags for the windows. Then there are stair runners and various shaped bulbs ranging from globes to stars. A simple string of white lights suddenly seemed old fashioned if not obsolete, but that was all that I wanted for my tree. Blinking colors is not festive in my mind, gaudy would be the word that I would choose to use. Once the lights were were in place, I moved on to the tinsel. I am one of those rare people who drapes the tinsel on the branches one or two strands at a time. People that toss tinsel onto a tree horrify me. To me it is a delicate art that has subtle if not zen like qualities to it. Yes, I am weird, but that is the way that I see it. While I was adorning the tree, a documentary on Ladybird Johnson was playing in the background. It was the most that I have ever heard about the woman. ... Kate Winslet is now legally divorced, which is a good thing. Time and time again I told her that the marriage would never work. Those Hollywood types are all the same. What she needs is a quiet American man from the Midwest who would appreciate her English charm and beauty. Kate however ran straight into the arms of another man from the Hollywood scene. Sigh. Kate, Kate, Kate, when will you learn? I'm waiting here for you. ... Captain Harlot is a great character and the universe that exists around him is even more charming. Why mainstream American animation has to be so pathetic is beyond me. There are so many stories that can be told in that medium yet the American public lets Disney kill anything else.
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