Hey, I missed The Guardian's list of best books of 2004, but...well, here it is now, so quit yer bitching.
OK, I almost forgot my second annual list of Chrismukkah gift suggestions for your loved ones!
For your favorite impotent man. A favorite of all men who are unable to function sexually is the feature film Top Gun. So think of how delighted your illegal Viagra-buying friend will be when he receives the new special edition dvd! (You know, I think the #1 reason I married Mr. Pink was that he has never seen this movie.)
For your coworker with an eating disorder. People who are obsessed with denying themselves food are obsessed with food nonetheless. Give the ultimate gift -- transferral! Buy her some bodywash or lotion that smells like the food they are obsessed with not consuming. (You can also do this for your alcoholic friend, thanks to the Demeter Gin & Tonic candle, if you're so inclined.)
For the Red Stater in your life. Instead of just slipping some dioxin in the green bean casserole of your Bush-lovin' relative, why not just pretend that you believe they can read and give them a Salon gift subscription? They won't even know what the hell it is until you're safely back on the plane home -- you know how those people are about the Internets!
For Ms. Pinktalk. Meaning me. Well, as always, Marc Jacobs is an excellent starting point! But pick rush shipping as I am outta here in one week, bitches.
Kiss-kiss, darlings! Have to go back to the very tedious task of organizing our music on Ye Olde iBook in prep for the arrival of the Christmas iPods!