So, while I received many beautiful and wonderful Christmas presents this year (and also gave a few good ones, particularly to my parents), probably my favorite was the ten dollar, nine-inch long model of a Lamborghini Murcielago Connor gave me. I really don't have a rational explanation for my love for Lamborghinis. It probably stems from Need For Speed 2, a game which is by now archaic, to say the least.

However, something about the Lambo's refined roar, monstrous road speed, and sleek profile awakens my mostly-dormant speed-loving side. Who couldn't love this, really? Thing of beauty.

On a sidenote, the John Dillinger gangster fedora I got for my Dad went over real well, as did the jewelry box for my Mom. I'm also severely depressed about the state of the nation at the moment, but I refuse to dwell on such things so close to Christmastime. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts...