Dr. Kirk Langstrom guest starred on X-Files last night. Okay, not really, but it would have been a cool tie-in.

I wish I could be brave like Scully.

I saw the Grinch movie on Saturday (that's right, I actually left the house this weekend). It was cute, and it was funny enough in places, and Jim Carrey certainly did a good job (although I don't know about the claims that he's the only actor who could have pulled it off ... the actor who immediately springs to my mind every single time I watch the cartoon is Tim Curry). It's great for anyone in the mood for sacharrine-sweet yuletide comedy that's fun for the whole family, or for anyone who's a fan of Jim Carrey; but if what you're in the mood for is a brilliant rendition of a beloved holiday classic, go rent the cartoon.

My baby sister turned 20 yesterday. The entire Cousins clan breathes a sigh of relief at the official ending of her teens. She and her husband came over last night for pizza and cake. Big Brother and his brood dropped in as well. An interesting revelation came to light over dinner. Little Sister mentioned that she had the same English teacher her senior year as I did, and that no matter what she did, the woman hated her. I mentioned that she hated me too, right off the bat, without even giving me a chance to properly offend her and earn her hatred. Big Brother told us then that he had her too, probably 10 years or so before I ever took her class, and that she hated him, too. It seems that when Eldest Sister took her class some 20 years ago, she managed to royally piss this woman off, and soured her on the entire Cousins brood. The rest of us never had a chance. You'd think that the ten years between when Eldest Sister pissed her off and when I took her class, she'd have gotten over it, whatever it was, and you'd especially think that the seven years between when I and my little sister took her class would be enough time, but apparantly it wasn't. Talk about holding a grudge.