The legendary, legendarily awful Star Wars Holiday Special. I couldn't watch the whole thing either, although I did watch a good chunk--in delighted horror.
I'm in Maryland, and there's snow everywhere. When I was in elementary school we planted some small fir trees beside the driveway, and now they're huge. It's a very weird feeling, looking at them.
I read some of David Grann's amazing The Devil and Sherlock Holmes, which contains a number of best articles I've ever read in the New Yorker, including the ones about Krystian Bala, Frédéric Bourdin, and the Aryan Brotherhood.
Today I saw Unstoppable, which was fun even though I'd already seen it five thousand times as a trailer before every movie that came out this year. It's a strictly paint-by-numbers things, executed with extreme competence, entertaining, whatever.
Now I'm going to go watch Lake Mungo, a horror movie I'm very excited about.