Christmas 2024 Report

Dec 26, 2024

It started out with a power outage…..again—December 23^rd. Just like in the atmospheric bomb we were the first to go out and the last to come back on. This outage wasn’t very widespread. I could take it conspiracy and say they are targeting the VRR headquarters. They’re evil.

It only affected 666 homes. That’s an interesting number, isn’t it?

I’m going with just a coincidence.

The start time wasn’t 10:11PM. It was 7:30PM. They’re lying…again. This greatly stressed my wife out. She was prepping food for the following day when our family arrives to celebrate our annual get together.

Family conversation—“What did you do this year?”

“Nothing.”

“What about you?”

“Nothing.”

“Any plans for 2025?”

“Nothing. You?”

“Nothing. Another beer?”

The picture showing the outage looks like a UFO.

I’m going with coincidence again.

It also looks like the kites I used to fly as a kid in California. We’d get them so high it would take 20 minutes to reel them back in. Sometimes we’d say fuck it and just cut the string. That too was fun wondering where the kite would land. And who knows, flying kites might have started me off as a UFO researcher.

I calculated this power outage UFO to be about 4 miles long and two and half miles wide. That’s a lot bigger than the SUV size drones. LOOK OUT GOV!!! They’re coming to get you. We hope. The power came back on exactly when they predicted it would, 11PM.

During the Christmas Eve gift exchange I set my full beer down on a table and it fell to the floor. I returned with another beer, and it did the exact same thing. I returned with another beer and it never left my hand.

Christmas day we crashed Marsay’s Christmas with her two sons. There were people there that we didn’t know, and she didn’t know them very well either. A couple in their 70’s got an invite from her after their house caught on fire during the atmospheric bomb. A younger guy in his 30’s got an invite because his wife just left him with their three kids. He brought over some beer mugs from Switzerland. Huge. At least 20 ounces. He said a typical pour in a Switzerland pub.

At this time last year Marsay’s husband was lying in a hospital bed in a diabetic coma. He passed away a few days after Christmas. We talked about last year. Last year she called me to her home several times because her husband had locked himself in the house, usually a bedroom with a dresser pushed against the door. I had to break in. I destroyed many doors and windows. This was the first time she has hosted a Christmas party in 40 years. Great fun and she glowed.

Over the year she’s had her bathrooms re-modeled, her kitchen, laundry room, new carpet, new hardwood floors and she showed me her new bed. “Look at this fucking bed Mike. It tilts up and down with a remote.”

“Which side do you sleep on,” I asked? She points, “That side.”

“Then we can’t sleep together because that’s the side I sleep on.” My wife laughed but Marsay didn’t.

I’m going to buy myself some new hiking boots for Christmas. Dbanjo and I have been hiking a lot lately and we want to ramp it up in 2025.