I'll take two side orders of pop with my musical malaise

Greetings all!
I’m all in a tizz, just having read the Robert Smith/ Pete Wentz interview. Tis’ good, I mean, they talk about Bowie. However, it had a far more restrained Wentz than I thought was possible. Oh well. Work is remarkably quiet… having successfully avoided the temptation to giggle at dodgy carols all day, I am now racking my memory for the artist who has the song where he calls Santa an alcoholic communist, among other things.
Personally, am back on a drawing dragon’s thing now… and missing my comp. like nothing else. I hate not having a computer in Sydney. Absolutely hate it. No tooling around with stories or pictures, no chatting till all hours of the morning and no reading and laughing at fanfics. Depressing. Which reminds me…
*rants and raves at the injustice of it all*
Back now. Found out last Saturday that my grandmother, dad’s mum for the uninformed, is not only going to be in the state, but will be joining us for Christmas. My answer of ‘that’ll be different’ wins understatement of the centaury. I hardly know her at all, which I suppose may be good? Who knows? What’s the bet that I can give her a heart attack by reminding her of my age and that I’m the first of those delightful grandchildren? Not as sure as if I was telling her great-grandchildren were on the way. *smacks self* Luckily the chances of that are bucklies. Boxing day with the other grandparents which shall be much better. Then… drum roll if you please…. Nah, I’ll tell you next time. *bows* I’m getting better at this whole teasing thing, aren’t I? Let’s just say there will be a whole week of idle leisure with certain peoples.

Getting back to the hum-drum and inspecting the latest batch of ‘oh-shiny’ DVDs,

mishka