Instead of sharing what I want for Christmas, I’m going to change it up a bit and go over things I do not want.
For example, I don’t want to see another movie trailer featuring somebody jumping into a void and landing on a convenient creature or transport just in time to avoid splatting. I know I’ve probably mentioned it before, so it was old at least a year ago, and now is likely as exciting as a 2010 fruitcake. When I went to see Star Wars Ep. VII last night, there were at least three of them, so it’s fresh in my mind.
I don’t want to hear griping about how we greet people all December. Heck, if you don’t know what somebody celebrates, what is wrong with just saying, “Enjoy the holiday.”
I don’t want to hear complaints about leftovers. They often taste better than the original serving, because they have had time to absorb flavors. Besides, I have a little pet peeve about people who waste food.
I don’t want everybody to start conducting everyday life starting at 9:00 AM on Monday, January 4. If a place with whom you do business has a 24-hour phone line, call them on Saturday or Sunday and give the contact center personnel something meaningful to do. Otherwise they’ll launch into the holiday leftovers and gain ten more pounds.
I don’t want to start a diet on January 1. I’ll start mine after I’ve cleared up all the holiday food.
I don’t want school students to go back to class with their brains only partially operational. Go over things the night before and get a decent night of sleep. Don’t forget to eat breakfast.
I don’t want to keep playing the same *#@! game on TapTiles (Foundation game 7) that I’ve been trying to win for two years. Cut me a break, guys; you’re killing me.
I don’t want Morgana in Bubble Witch 2 Saga to laugh at me. She just comes off as a bit too cocky.
I don’t want any of the current presidential candidates: I prefer a do-over.
I don’t want to go into Target on Saturday after Christmas and see Valentine’s Day displays going up.
I don’t want to spend any more than about a fifth of my blog posts griping about things. I guess that makes this my New Year’s resolution.
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