27 Nov 96 
 
Doing some last-minute housecleaning here, getting things out of the way  
in time for Thanksgiving.  So I figure it is now permissable for me to  
start thinking about Christmas stuff. 
 
I am making a list... no time to check it twice... tell me if you're  
naughty, but I don't care if you are nice.  Mary Pat will be leaving  
town... 
 
So I've put the finishing touches on the first-ever Campbell-Wright  
Christmas/New Year letter, my retaliation for activities of various  
upstarts in the family.  If you would like this collector's edition issue,  
as well as some kind of holiday card from me -- email me your snail mail  
address.  Warning to random people reading this page -- I send cards only  
to people I know. 
 
Making banana bread is an addictive hobby. 
 
Random thoughts, random thoughts -- touchdown for the Pope and Cardinal  
O'Connor... "fundamentalist" Christians really piss me off when they start  
putting restrictions on God's activities and preempt God in some manners.   
I think a Supreme Being need not submit plans for approval.  Considering  
the level of sophistication of many readers, is it any surprise that a God  
tinkering around with quantum physics is going to spend lots of time  
trying to explain it in sacred texts?  Besides, if God just gave us the  
blueprints, lots of scientists would be out of challenges and be driven to  
despair.  Really, some people have no imagination. 
 
La, la, la, singing my banana song. 
 
I want to dance again.  Brad says he's bringing new Magic cards, I'm 
scared.  I ordered some Tori Amos sheet music, so hopefully in a week I'll 
be banging out Winter and Leather.... could it be the weather?  
 
So this evening I will trekking off into the great big comfy house of Aunt  
Patti and crew, best buddies by my side, and it all a wikkity-wakkity fun  
fun time.  Ah, the closer Brad gets to me, the younger I become.  I think  
I am 12 right now.   
 
Fruit bars, so good and ugly.  Fruit bars -- so good and UGLY!