Banjo the Woodpile Cat

I figured this would be a good short film to watch for Christmas since it's semi-holiday themed, and one of the first independent productions of Don Bluth, about the eponymous feline Banjo who runs away from his family after a round of mischief and ultimately returns home. I can definitely relate since I often feel I need time away from my relatives, and it's aged fairly decently, with plenty of good music as well.

Yuletide Haul 2022

$250 in Amazon gift cards (which I'll likely use in the future)
Buffalo Wild Wings gift card for an unspecified amount (I'll give it to my parents to use when we have takeout on one Sunday)
$50 GameStop gift card, which I may use, although it won't be a while since I have the games my younger brother lent me as well as my vast 3DS backlog
Candy
Tin of Popcorn

Unfortunately, my mother being a neurobigoted bitch and my brothers not shutting the fuck up about politics hasn't made this one of the best Christmases I've had. I would have the psychiatrist I intend to talk to via televisit Tuesday talk some sense into my parents, but they're like corrupt politicians in that they deny every accusation levied at them and constantly invalidate my feelings, one of the major reasons I don't pay attention to U.S. politics since it's toxic even in small doses, as is most of my family. If I get a higher-paying job I'm semi-in-training for, and they continue to be narcissistic assholes, I'll divorce and disown their asses (and there are actually verses in the Bible that approve of cutting off toxic people) and move into a group home, provided I get my own room and privacy and there are people who are actually genuinely qualified to interact with autistics (and my parents fucking worked in special education, for Christ's sake, but apparently their knowledge is based on decades of dated studies) instead of constantly prejudging them.

On the plus side, though, one of the furs for whom I did gift art for their birthday liked the art I showed them as a Birthmas present, although one of the other furs I addressed on Twitter hasn't been on for a few days, and the other has made several tweets after mine and hasn't even fucking bothered to acknowledge me. Really fucking courteous, asshole. If they don't respond, I'm posting them online regardless of what they think, and if they don't like my art, they can just go yiff in hell. I constantly feel my love is pissed away on my family and the ungrateful fur(British slang for cigarettes) in the furry fandom.