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How to Survive a Giant Monster Attack

So you've just been thrown out of your comfortable bed by what appears to be a series of small earth quakes followed by a roar in the distance. If you live in New York, Tokyo, or any other ocean side city, there is a chance you are experiencing a giant monster attack (If you do not live in a ocean side city, the chance of a giant monster attack is much smaller, however, it's best to assume the worst).
A word on Santa
There’s something about tonight, December the 24, that is special, some would even say magical. Christmas is cool and fun, but I know for me, most of my family tradition is centered around Christmas eve. And for me ever Christmas eve I find myself remembering the eves of yesterday, when I was still a kid. Every Christmas eve happened the same way for years. The day would be spent watching TV, starring with hungry eyes at the tree, ogling the presents like a drunk ogles the ladies at the bar.
It’s christmas, and you suck.

I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned this, but just in case I haven’t, or you didn’t read it, I have two jobs, one is a desk job; the other is a customer service employee at a clothing store. I’m not going to name any names, but it might be named after a branch of the armed services. Anyway, working at this place means that I’m subjected to a lot of Christmas songs. And by a lot, I mean a lot. From November to January all I hear are Christmas songs. Everything from Mariah Carry to Run DMC.
requiescat in pace - 11/9/07

I’ve had this bog for about a month now, a little less maybe, and I have to say I’ve really really enjoyed writing in it. It only makes since as I do enjoy writing in my spare time, about stuff that I want to write about. This time is different. This is an entry I wish I never had to write, but unfortunately I do. Yesterday I learned of the passing of my colleague and friend Ali Turab. It was a huge blow to my office that could be felt all day, and I’m sure will be felt for a long time.
Chick Rock, Another Word.
After I posted my first blog entry, and my first reader (who just so happens to be my sister) read it, she had some input for me. She likes chick rock, but she pointed out that everything I said was true. And the most true thing was the reasoning for listening to chick rock, the reassuring nature of the song. She asked me a simple question, “Why is that?” My first response was “I don’t know,” and my current response is… I don’t know. But, in the interest of having some body to this entry, I think I have a good idea why. So what is it? Sexual roles.