Thanksgiving weekend was perfect in every way. I slumbered. I drank grapefruit juice.

I saw Deerhunter, who was brutally loud (and who quite possibly sent me a subtle message of support via a t-shirt). I tagged along as Dave shopped for Christmas while out of his mind on Vicodin, which was brutally funny. And I read about Brutalism, which is quickly becoming an unhealthy obsession (who knew concrete could be so fascinating?). In summation- brutal, so very, very brutal.

Also, we recently finished the edit on the Nintendo spot I directed last month. You can see it here.