This blog is taking a dramatic turn.
And not the dramatic in a spit-infused, British-accented, Oscar winning speech from a member of Hollywood royalty kind of way. 
Or maybe in exactly that kind of way. 

This blog is taking a dramatic turn.

And not the dramatic in a spit-infused, British-accented, Oscar winning speech from a member of Hollywood royalty kind of way. 

Or maybe in exactly that kind of way. 


Andy Williams and Nat King Cole are to Christmas what Han Solo is to Star Wars.

I set my rings down on a countertop and I thought they looked rather like two little silver fish on a glossy wooden pond.. Am I right?

"ING"
Listening: "put you in a song" - Keith Urban
Enjoying: December. What a neat month.
Tasting: Luna bar in chocolate peppermint
Wearing: J. Crew matte sequined pewter sweater
Going: to look at Christmas lights
Avoiding: pretentious hoodley-hums

I set my rings down on a countertop and I thought they looked rather like two little silver fish on a glossy wooden pond.. Am I right?

"ING" Listening: "put you in a song" - Keith Urban Enjoying: December. What a neat month. Tasting: Luna bar in chocolate peppermint Wearing: J. Crew matte sequined pewter sweater Going: to look at Christmas lights Avoiding: pretentious hoodley-hums


I was eating at Johnny Rockets yesterday evening and found myself wanting desperately to order cereal or a milk, chocolate…   Nostalgia was seaping through more and more with every 50s tune that blared from the jukebox and every shake delivered to the tables. Even though I didn’t live in the 50s, I imagine them to be quite the good time. Especially if your ketchup comes in smiley-face form.

I was eating at Johnny Rockets yesterday evening and found myself wanting desperately to order cereal or a milk, chocolate… Nostalgia was seaping through more and more with every 50s tune that blared from the jukebox and every shake delivered to the tables. Even though I didn’t live in the 50s, I imagine them to be quite the good time. Especially if your ketchup comes in smiley-face form.


Excuses. Don’t make ‘em, don’t take ‘em.
it’s a motto I thought of a few years back and I try to live by it. Excuses are a crooked jerky jockey of mangled-up, tangled-up knots. Well, maybe that’s the Grinch (pre- heart-swelling) but it applies to excuses as well…

Poofy jackets and chapped lips.
A sure sign that winter is here.Other sure signs?~ no Pillsbury pumpkin bread mix left on the shelf at the grocery store~ lumpy Christmas sweaters that people pretend to loath but secretly love~ television commercials rife with nostalgia~ Tim Allen~ a can of French’s French Fried Onions on the counter~ approximately 75 versions of The Christmas Song (though arguably, none as good as Nat King Cole’s)~ a pep in your step~ children laughing~ people passing~ meeting smile after smile~ applicable holiday song lyrics~ snow (oh wait, I’m in Southern California)
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"ING"listening: Hollywood by Michael Bublewatching: Elf. A Christmas Carol. American Splendor.tasting: deep chocolate vita-top (it’s a healthy snack chock-full of vitamins. yum.)wearing: (not in picture, but right now) Citizens of Humanity jeans. James Perse button-down top. WeWood environment-friendly watch.going: ice skating and Christmas shopping!
What are you “ING”?

Poofy jackets and chapped lips.


A sure sign that winter is here.

Other sure signs?

~ no Pillsbury pumpkin bread mix left on the shelf at the grocery store
~ lumpy Christmas sweaters that people pretend to loath but secretly love
~ television commercials rife with nostalgia
~ Tim Allen
~ a can of French’s French Fried Onions on the counter
~ approximately 75 versions of The Christmas Song (though arguably, none as good as Nat King Cole’s)
~ a pep in your step
~ children laughing
~ people passing
~ meeting smile after smile
~ applicable holiday song lyrics
~ snow (oh wait, I’m in Southern California)

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"ING"
listening: Hollywood by Michael Buble
watching: Elf. A Christmas Carol. American Splendor.
tasting: deep chocolate vita-top (it’s a healthy snack chock-full of vitamins. yum.)
wearing: (not in picture, but right now) Citizens of Humanity jeans. James Perse button-down top. WeWood environment-friendly watch.
going: ice skating and Christmas shopping!

What are you “ING”?


Welcome to Jumpin Gigawatts…

… a blog for humanoids and mythical creatures alike.

Mosey, scamper, scurry, hurry, rush, saunter, scuttle, scamper, race, stroll, gallop, or glacially browse through this blog at your leisure. Whatever tickles your fancy.

Anyways, this has been an uneventful first post on the Jumpin Gigawatts blog. I promise future entries will be more exciting <as I frantically shift my eyes back and forth in a desperate attempt to think of any possible entertaining topic for future entries>.

May the force be with you,
JM 



"ING"
listening: “Elf’s Lament” - Barenaked Ladies
tasting: leftover Thanksgiving dinner
watching: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, part 1
reading: How to Live Safely in a Science-Fictional Universe
wearing: gray gap hoodie (yes I got it so I could pretend to be as smart as Mark Zuckerberg and yes, I quote The Social Network a lot when I’m wearing it).
going: Arclight theatre (“where movie lovers belong”)

If you feel so inclined, I’d love to hear your “INGs” so we can compare.