Miles to go before I sleep

I just finished writing my Christmas column, which I had far too much fun with, because it has anagrams. I'll try to remember to post it when it runs.

Meanwhile, Friday is Christmas, which means it's time for a big celebratory non-Christmas dinner at the Oriental Buffet. If you have no Christmas plans, perhaps you'd like to join me?

Are you celebrating? Because I've got a new column and a new rap song. Check them out, or don't!

If you come to my last improv show of the year on Saturday at Main Street Stage, you could even suggest Tiger Woods as a topic if you wanted to. But you could also suggest muffins or spatulas or taxidermy instead.

"For many years the train gaming world has been waiting for a game about moving cheese in the Yorkshire Dales. That wait is now over!"

New love is beautiful
But new love is sad
New love brings back all the old loves
That you’ve ever had
I put out a casting call
And you cast a spell
And we’re practicing for the millennium
Making love at the Chelsea Hotel

So who knows what tomorrow brings
But I know where I’ll be waking up
Let’s just listen to our breath tonight
And the breeze through the window that you opened up
Can you feel our hearts beating
Which one's yours
Which one's mine
Y' can't tell
Just another day of making love
At the Chelsea Hotel
Spent all day making love
At the Chelsea Hotel

My column this weekend is a bit political, about the duty of a citizen. Of course, as you learned if you read last week's column, your duty is shopping. But rather than buying from the usual massive corporations, you should re-consult my Holiday Gift Guide and buy things from my friends, because they are awesome. (my friends)(also the things)