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IT’S TIME FOR THE FAMILY gifting list, but since all I really want for the holidays is an idea for another blog post I now have that. (Thanks Stan!) However, my relatives are kindly pestering me for details, so here — reduxed from an earlier list — they are:

Fig. 1.

– A working lightsaber, phaser, jetpack, hovercraft, warp-capable spaceship or rubber-band machine gun
- Pair of blue jeans, size 36-29
- Pair of grey or khaki slacks, size 36-29
- Several black long-sleeved T-shirts, size L
- Socks, grey or black or white cotton
- A Blue Sun T-shirt
- A pea coat or brown duster (size L)
- One of them iPoddy iPaddy iPhoney things
- Flight lessons or why not just an ultralight?
- Canoe or kayak
- Backpack stove
- A gift certificate for Artscroll or Feldheim Books, Orion Telescopes or Archie McPhee
- A functioning national health-care system to keep from further falling through the crack
- A successful diagnosis of and treatment for chronic pain, nausea and dizziness
- Knowledge of and conversation with extraterrestrial sentience
- Or at least the discovery of some sort of extremophilic goo on Europa, or Ganymede, or Titan, or Mars
- A full set of TOS, DS9 and SW:CW DVDs
- Any Serenity/Firefly books or comix
- A fair and just solution to the Arab/Israeli conflict
- What the hell, all conflicts from international to intradomestic
- An end to militant ignorance, uncivil snark and attituder-than-thou vacuousness
- More compassion for everyone, by everyone
- Clarity of thought and perception
- Bring the boys (and girls, now war-weary men and women) back home
- Global high-tech green moneyless libertarianism

All and each of which are well substituted by a hug, smile or anchovy pizza. May we all be blessed by seeing what we already have — and what we can give to others.

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