Mostly it's just time to add something new here

I didn't realize how disturbing putting my own photo on my blog would be to me. But as an exercise in tolerance of my own face, I'm leaving it there for now.
Thanksgiving was yesterday, I spent it *sniff* alone. I had an all day Buffy the Vampire Slayer marathon, interrupted by making a traditional, if slightly small, thanksgiving dinner. The whole day was a lot better than the usual holiday at home, where even though I'm thirty-one years old, I have to sit at the kids table. Apparently you can't be a grown up until you marry and breed. Which, may never happen, given my current state of celibacy. I stopped shaving my legs and that certainly signals a certain defeatist attitude. I've been told that it adds a bit of protection from the bitter VT winters, but you know hippies, they say a lot of stupid things. I'm not becoming a hippie though, I will still refuse all hemp clothing and jewelry as a matter of pride, and good taste.