The game just changed.

RIAA says, “No more lawsuits: ISPs to work with RIAA, cut off P2P users.”

It’s good to know that even back before cds, iPods, and Napster I was sticking true to my love/obsession with music. I’ve even got the middle school poetry to prove it.

Every week I read PostSecret like clockwork on Sunday afternoon. One of this week’s secrets is more than just a plea to relate or touch some way out there in the unknown. Instead, it’s a reminder of what this time of year is all about. If only each of us found someone to reach out to others, maybe the true reason for the season wouldn’t seem so forgotten.

These pictures have a hilarious story that goes along with them. One that I don’t quite have time to tell you today, but trust me you’ll crack up at it when I finally get to it. We’ve been buried for a few days, and Zac arrived on my doorstep to drive his crippled sister home for a week. I’m hoping to have the internet at my parent’s house to blog from. If not, I’ll catch you up when I get home. From the bottom of my heart, I hope each and everyone of you have an amazing Christmas.

It makes me think of White Chocolate Peppermint Mochas in the BSM, car drives around Flagstaff to checkout the lights, and those annual voyages to Los Abrigados with flashlights and puke breaks. Those were good times.