Twenty-six

I've been in a panic for most of the evening because we've been having Internet router type snafus and there was uncertainty about being able to post tonight. You would think that knowing that I would try to post early because it would be the sensible thing to do, but no. The 30 day blogvow is now a big deal and not just because of the vow in front of small yet devoted readership of four. It's a big deal because now it's a habit, a strange habit that allows me a feeling of expression, accomplishment and closure all in one nifty act of writing. My devoted gang of four read and comment, and that is a gift, one of the best, the gift of listening. I'm glad it all worked out this evening, although we're not out of the woods yet and so maybe an early posting might be wise. Nah, that would make too much sense.

We've been watching Elf tonight, one of the holiday movies I will agree to sit through. Will Ferrell is a genius as Buddy and the whole story is silly and sweet, but in the right proportions. My favorite thing about Elf is the soundtrack, one of the great film soundtracks. My favorite track is not even a Christmas tune, it's Louie Prima's, Pennies From Heaven, the best version of that song ever recorded, no lie. The Christmas movies are out in full force and I can only watch a few, along with Elf, I do adore A Christmas Story, A Charlie Brown Christmas, also mostly for the music, a little known Bogart film called We're No Angels which we also used to watch with Cal's Mom, Nancy and Aunt Myrtice, Scrooged, and what I hope becomes a modern holiday classic, Bad Santa. I've left out the usual suspects: It's a Wonderful Life which is so depressing you end up grabbing a handful of Darvocet before the five minute lift at the very end. Sorry, Frank Capra, for a lot of us, it was too little too late. I know I'm leaving out many and so, you know it was coming the minute I mentioned movies, but I got to ask: what are your favorites and which ones do you loathe?