Happy first Monday back to work after a long holiday weekend! Unless you're one of those people who got to use vacation time to extend their weekend even further. If you are, then sod off. Nobody wants to talk to you.

One of my office mates was blaring Kenny G. from their cube until just a few minutes ago. This is why I haven't made any friends to speak of here at work--they're all they type of people who would blare Kenny G. from their cubes. I mean, really. Can you blame me?

My best friend just called. She's going through all kinds of crap right now, and it's all out of her control. Which means there isn't anything I can do to make it better for her; no sensible advice to give, no pep talks, no reassurances... I figure the best thing I can do is just be there, give her an ear to talk to, a shoulder to cry on and, if she'd accept the offer, a place to stay to get a break from it all. This bites. We've been friends for something like 15 years, and for probably the first 10 of those years, it was always me who was dealing with crap beyond my control, and she who got me through it. I can't say I'm happy for a chance to return the favor, because I'm not happy at all that she's having to go through this shit, but I hope I can do the supportive thing as well as she did all those years.

Anyway.

My Thanksgiving probably wasn't much different from yours, so I'll spare you those details.

Saturday was by far the most active day of my long weekend. Tess and I went to the Philbrook to see the French Masters exhibit. This was the last weekend for it, so of course, it was extremely crowded, and you had to push and shove and be altogether rude in order to get close enough to get a good look at each painting, but it was worth it.

After some minor Christmas shopping in the Philbrook gift shop, we went to see "Unbreakable." I can't really write much of a review of this movie without giving something away, so I'll just say this about it: if you enjoy comic books, particularly superhero comics, and especially if you're the type of fan who loves to wax philosophical about the nature of good and evil and the relationship between your favorite hero and their arch enemy, you should go see this movie. No matter what you've heard about it, just trust me. You'll like it.

After the movie (and dinner at Sonic), I dropped Tess off and went home to watch "Mallrats," so it turned out to be a comic themed evening.

The rest of the weekend was spent mostly watching rented dvd's and television, including last night's X-Files. I'm still not sure quite what to make of that one. I don't usually care much for the creature feature episodes, but always before Mulder's wisecracks and the banter between him and Scully made them entertaining. Without Mulder last night's episode felt more like... well, like a poor imitation of X-Files. I miss Mulder. I'm a stubborn X-phile, though, so I'll stick with it to the end. I just need to remember that the first half of last season sucked, too, but then it picked up steam during the second half and turned out to be a pretty decent season. Dogget's growing on me.

One more thing before I forget: Hi Uncle Jack & Aunt Chrissy!