Every year, just after my seasonal depression starts letting up, there is this part of me that makes me watch ‘Miracle on 34th Street’ once or twice. I’m talking about the 1947 version with Maureen O’hara. Man, that movie makes me tear up every time.

Oh, and no news is good news?

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1. Science and Human Spirit
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3. Merry Xmas, plebs!