All I Want for Christmas Is...

So, it's officially the holidays in New York City. Tinseltown is alive and kicking, Rockette style. I was, um, being productive, and I found this video.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BC5NoQ7Rfcw
Really, what else would you get for the Monk in your life?

Someone asked me what I want for Christmas this year. Have you noticed that as you grow up, your list becomes so much more boring? I want a new viola case. How lame-o is that!?! The thing is, I totally have my eye on this new model that's super light and durable. And I'm sort of (gasp) excited. Over a viola case. I guess I must be all growed up. Or I will be tomorrow.

What do you want for Christmas?

Help Me, Daniel Wilson! You're My Only Hope.

I often go outside and think, "If I had a blog, I would totally blog about this." After all, I DO live in New York City, home of oversized fruit and undersized models. And oversized rodents and undersized apartments. And also... well you get the idea. So, now I have a blog. So, here's something mind boggling that I've been mind-blogging:

I suspect that a boy in my school may be a robot. Preposterous, you say? Not so, say I. Remember that tv show in the early '90s called "Small Wonder," where Vicky was a robot modeled after a real girl? She tried to blend in, but was kind of stiff and monotone. Almost every episode was built on the premise that she would take commands literally and end up getting into one scrapulous scrape or another. Classic. Right?

Then there's every robot movie ever made. The robots are always smart (usually too smart), a little awkward, and go by initials (like R2-D2, per say). They have mad skills, as seen above by Toyota's new musical robot.

Wow, this is pretty trippy. As I'm blogging, I'm ever more sure that there is a robot among us at Juilliard. I mean come on, that IS TOTALLY the perfect place to go. No one would notice! No joking now... he hits all the criteria. He goes by two initials that sound suspiciously like R2. He moves kind of stiffly. He has a very robot-like head (see above). He plays the violin with his mad skills. And when you ask him a question, there are these weird little red and green lights that flash around inside his head, almost like he's processing something. The answer may take anywhere from 3 to 67 seconds to appear, and it is unceasingly methodical and. . . . WHOAH DANG. Kind of freaking myself out here. I hope that I have beyond-a-shadow-of-a-shadow-of-a-doubt convinced you that I am mostly right by now, though. Since I am most definitely probably sort of totally maybe right, I think it's important to prepare ourselves in case Hollywood was also maybe sort of unintentionally intentionally correct as well. In this vein, I have provided a link to a very helpful study manual. Read it with caution. Or hot chocolate. Enjoy.

http://www.amazon.com/How-Survive-Robot-Uprising-Defending/dp/1582345929/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1225328830&sr=1-1