“The saying goes that Christmas is supposed to last ’til Easter”, while New Years happens only once. I call bullshit. New years lasts for a whole year, while Christmas lasts for only 3 days. Whoever came up with that saying needs a reality-check, though they’re probably long gone.
You’d seriously think that with all the commotion and all the bangs being over and done with, atleast the majority of it, you’re pretty done with New Years. A pity it’s just getting started, and you won’t be able to sleep in in the mornings onwards unless it’s a weekend, or you’ve worked up extra hours. It’s a whole year after all. Regardless(!) I’ve decided to once again skip anything resembling a new years resolution, except with the possible exception of not eating so damned much when the holiday dinners approach, and try as hard as I can to not be an unsocial bugger. Thankfully they’re not new years resolutions.
On the topic of new years resolutions I read in passing the other day that Paris Hilton’s made getting a new boyfriend a resolution. If it was meant as a joke or not I can’t be entirely sure, but you never know with these youngsters nowadays, especially not with the ones that manage to fuck up so badly that they lose out on a multi-billion $ fortune inheritance. I’m still trying to wrap my head around the thought of spending a lot of time with someone that manages to screw up so badly, manages to disprove the old saying that “Any PR is good PR”, and still shows herself in public. It made me laugh anyways (if I meet, and fall for her in the future, this blog-post is so going to bite me in the ass. I’m going to assume that won’t happen).
Christmas eve was celebrated as usual. Family, talking alot, much jokage abound with lots of good food. Me and my brother consuming moderate amounts of alcohol, with my mother still thinking for some reason that by simply sniffing the aquavit we’ll turn belly up drunk and go rioting in the proverbial streets.
I did manage to squeeze in the joke, on … some day… can’t remember now, that since we’d eaten up all the foodstuffs there was only one consumable left - the drinkstuffs. Much to my surprise my mother didn’t seem too horrified by the prospect of us hitting the drinks instead of the food. Then again none of us in the family’re heavy drinkers. Or rather, me’n my brother can be heavy drinkers, it’s just not particularly spectacular. Quite the opposite: He gets “dry stick in the mud”-serious, and I get tired. I suppose there’s a reason for me not being an excessive drinker, perspective pending and notwithstanding.
Me’n my brother saw extraordinary amounts of movies this christmas as well. So many we’re not particularly sure which ones either, as most of them sort of disappears in the haze of movies that we saw, and it was a haze of movies, not a drunken haze. We’re not accustomed to it, but I think we’ll be going back to normal levels now that he’s not staying for longer than 2 hours at a time and I don’t set up 50 billion movies on download anymore.
I do know that I saw The 5th Element for the, probably, 8th time or something like that. I think I like it so much because of the colors, the sounds, the music, the actors, the story, the theme. I reckon that’s alot of good reasons. So much to like about it, and my only complaint is that it’s so short. 2 hours is far too little for a work of genius like that, although I’m pretty sure it would’ve been pretty washed out if they made it much longer. Not that I know for sure, and it’s unlikely that I would care.
You’ve got brilliant moments in the movie like Zorg’s eye-twitching when he’s irritated (I love Gary Oldman’s acting), Bruce Willis’ stoic attitude, Chris Tucker in his most (and only) brilliant role ever. Not to mention the amazing collage of scenes weaved in alongside the music. The little things, the big things. It’s a brilliant movie, and I can’t help but loving it. We even bought the music from the movie, and I still listen to the whole album when it pops up on winamp.
In the new year I’ve found that Tafse and Tvilsom are still my two favourite words in Norwegian. Maybe I should another one on T to adore in a mesmerized fashion. Like Tøyse. Maybe. Maybe not.
What I’m trying to say is that Christmas is far too short, New Years Eve is far too short, and the year’s too damned long.
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