My abilities have deteroriated significantly, as in every holiday season, so here's some devolution for you: just some seen/heards! (Oh, and then I go off on some crazy tangent at the end, which I did not at all intend when I started writing this.)
NYT's guide to Rose Champagnes, now that NY's Eve is upon us (confidential to my party people: are we having a thing again this yr?); Obamarama ramps up in Merry Olde New England; speaking of Senator Obama, his wife has to be one of the coolest, prettiest human beings on the face of the earth, for reals...I know that's not news, but come on, she is just so awesome; "congestion" utility pricing = interesting; killer virus!!!!!!!!; and Mike Ditka seemed to running some sort of weird charity scam or something?
Finally: I cannot think of a more cranky-making punishment this holiday season than being forced to see the Led Zeppelin reunion show. Srsly, don't get me wrong. I was a teenage girl in Western PA once, so you know that I pretended to like Led Zeppelin IV because, you know, I wanted to make out with boys. (See also: Pink Floyd.) I gradually developed -- maybe by fooling even myself? -- a real affection for the music, followed by -- even slower to emerge, due to my collegiate shoegazer/Britpop phase -- a respect for their musical influences. Finally, it's become a sort of grudging but unconditional love for them. And every time I hear "Ramble On" on the radio (usually when I am driving past Scranton, ha, along with some really awesome Rush tunes!), I have to just laugh my fucking ass off at the fanboy Lord of the Rings stuff, God bless their little hearts. But these old people reunion shows, especiallywhen the band broke up for quasi-noble (like Zep) and/or totally understandable reasons (Fleetwood Mac, I am talking to you!), it's just depressing. Remember them when they were pretty, people! Remember them when they could actually still play the riffs at the appropriate speed, anyway, but mostly just remember them when they were pretty.
(P.S. Someone remind me of this post when I am, like 67 years old and demanding my grandson stand in line to buy me tickets for the Arcade Fire reunion tour, mmmkay?)