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LUDIC LOG

12.25.2002

Predictable, yes. Disappointing, no doubt, to my single-digit readership. Worthy of hoots and catcalls, this I know. But there will be but a short entry today, as it's Christmas, and I fully intend to celebrate the birth of our Lord and Savior by sitting on my ass, watching violent movies, and playing video games all day, possibly while high. Thank you baby Jesus.

Logging might be light between now and the new year, depending on whether or not the author and his trusty ChickWagon commit to a road trip over the next few days. At any rate, there will be full entries every day if I stay, and entries to catch up on the missed days if I go.

Once again, many thanks to everyone who takes the time to read this little vanity project of mine. I appreciate the eyes, whether a friend's or a strangers. Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, Festive Kwanzaa, Dien Tet, Eid el-Fawt'r, Swingin' Saturnalia, Joyful Holidays, or just Good Day Off Work. Love to all.

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