Welp, I find myself an orphan far away from home country. I’m far too old to get a pile under the tree with my name written on each carefully wrapped box. That doesn’t mean I have forgotten the feeling of ripping open bright paper and bows.
[sillies] My new discovery of both a woman called Hollycopter and her unboxing another new discovery, origami room-things called Re-ments, both confuse and delight me. Here she is squealing with a glee not unlike 8yo me with a new 64 Crayola box. You know the one with the sharpener, right?! Anyway, Japan + Toy Story = childlike wonder.
[more sillies] Ok so, there’s a blue puppet called the Professor — no, I really can’t explain Puppet History to you. It’s just, there’s no, umm. There’s time travel, etc. Just go watch.
[nom] The giant box under my tree circa 1985 turned out to have a Betty Crocker Mini Wave EasyBake oven. It ostensibly baked using two incandescent lightbulbs. My reaction upon opening can best be expressed as “I now have the tools for production!!!” Sun in Taurus in the 2nd, yep.
[real talk] If you’re going through some deep challenges/breakthroughs in your intimate partnerships this holiday season, you’re gonna wanna know about the archetypal themes of rebirth that support this process.
[lastly] My gifts to you… via @worry__lines.