Mom bought me a rad tie, Dad got me a handheld camera and some King's Pounds (I'm going to England on the fourth to edit a limited-run newspaper, stoked!), and some ****-**** from Spain gifted me the attempt to steal my identity. Bank doesn't open up til Dec. 27, but it's looking like I'm all good. No bike-related gear besides some "honey stinger" waffle Lance gets endorsements from. Looks tasty, at least.