Christmas is coming, and Superman is gone.
Monday, 11 October 2004 10:10![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fatrockstarWherever you are now Superman, I know you can not only walk, but you can fly. I was jolted out of my morning soak this morning with the news -- usually I can sleep through most of NPR -- and felt like my childhood was truly over. Life goes on. Hopefully, Hollywood will preserve what Reeve infused into the Superman legend and completely forget about casting Nick Cage in the new Superman movie. My husband speculates that it was the list of actors lined up for the role is what killed Reeve. Heck, I'd keel over, too.
My husband's family is really big on the Amazon.com wish list. While this is a great idea, there isn't a whole lot I want from Amazon. I have a $50 gift certificate from them that I have no idea what to get with. I already have all the Barbies I want from them, I already have all the polymer clay books I want, and everything else is ineligible to use my gift certificate on. Believe me, I've looked. Last year I put a mess of things on my wish list (at their request) figuring they'd get me one or two things.
People, they bought my wish list OUT. The only thing they didn't buy was the one thing I truly needed: A leather weight belt. They bought Garret's wish list out, too. While some people might think "ka-CHING!" I was a little put off. Half the things on my wish list were just ideas, things I would never buy for myself. They even commented on the content of my list as I opened the gifts: "We were really unsure if the list was even yours, Wynne, it could have been created by a 13-year-old girl." Well, if you people bothered to get to know me instead of hiding behind Jesus, maybe you'd see the humor in it like I did.
So this year, even though there's about twenty items on my list, I'm wiping that fucker out. No items on my Amazon wish list this year. If I really want something, I'll buy it myself, and if the Blues don't want to think too heavily about what I would like (even though it doesn't really matter, because I'll always be happy to receive a gift, and I am an unrepentant re-gifter) then they can get me a gift certificate to anyplace BUT Amazon.com.
I'm not very fond of Christmas to begin with because of the whole "gift-exchange" thing. I like snowflakes and Santa Clause and the way people are nicer at that time of year, but otherwise, Bah fucking Humbug.
My husband's family is really big on the Amazon.com wish list. While this is a great idea, there isn't a whole lot I want from Amazon. I have a $50 gift certificate from them that I have no idea what to get with. I already have all the Barbies I want from them, I already have all the polymer clay books I want, and everything else is ineligible to use my gift certificate on. Believe me, I've looked. Last year I put a mess of things on my wish list (at their request) figuring they'd get me one or two things.
People, they bought my wish list OUT. The only thing they didn't buy was the one thing I truly needed: A leather weight belt. They bought Garret's wish list out, too. While some people might think "ka-CHING!" I was a little put off. Half the things on my wish list were just ideas, things I would never buy for myself. They even commented on the content of my list as I opened the gifts: "We were really unsure if the list was even yours, Wynne, it could have been created by a 13-year-old girl." Well, if you people bothered to get to know me instead of hiding behind Jesus, maybe you'd see the humor in it like I did.
So this year, even though there's about twenty items on my list, I'm wiping that fucker out. No items on my Amazon wish list this year. If I really want something, I'll buy it myself, and if the Blues don't want to think too heavily about what I would like (even though it doesn't really matter, because I'll always be happy to receive a gift, and I am an unrepentant re-gifter) then they can get me a gift certificate to anyplace BUT Amazon.com.
I'm not very fond of Christmas to begin with because of the whole "gift-exchange" thing. I like snowflakes and Santa Clause and the way people are nicer at that time of year, but otherwise, Bah fucking Humbug.
