Merry Christmas
I was going to post on boring depressing things. But instead I’m kibbitzing as my cousins play Fable 3. They suggested I post this YouTube instead.
Maybe I’ll get around to those boring depressing posts after Santa comes.
In the meantime, Merry Christmas to you all! Thanks for being such an integral part of this joint all year.
I wasn’t going to comment, but since you posted this and I have nothing better to do tonight, other than catch up on the rest of my reading: Merry Christmas.
This is my first winter up north in 20 years. The days are so short, and overcast a lot. I think how lucky I am to have a warm home no one can kick me out of, since I can afford a lawyer, and a stocked pantry. Looking forward to the first big snow storm.
And a Merry Christmas to one and all from out here in the desert too!
And from the Left Coast a merry Christmas and hope bmaz and Marcy has an especially good time.
Merry Xmas to you, Marcy, bmaz and the whole crew.
And a Merry Christmas to all from a place with snow – frickin snow!!!! – on the ground.
As you may have deduced, I’ve been working in a big city three or four hundred miles from my home and putting in some wicked hours – 60 plus every week since Turkey Day Trash Talk was the order of the day. Well, things unfolded in a very strange way today after I arrived at work (no job problems, folks, just the time it happened) such that my Christmas plans were radically altered. I knocked off a couple hours early, hopped a train and a bus and a car and am now writing this from my rocking chair at home while getting hammered on brandy-laced eggnog. I’ll be heading back tomorrow night, but in the meantime, I can have my Christmas at home (even though I won’t decorate) and revel in the quiet of the lovely small city where I live, sleep in my own bed, eat my own cooking (no small consideration when you’ve been eating Gawd-knows-what from the convenience stores and delis for 6 weeks) and hope that I’ll get out of town shortly before the big snowstorm hits.
In the meantime, I have to thank all you readers for putting up with my occasional crankiness and my undying Stiller-fandom, thank you for your trenchant analyses, and wish you all the Merriest of Christmases and Happiest of New Years.
I have to go. I just heard some sleigh bells outside and that means my assistance is needed.
As I write this, the TV news guy is teasing me with a story that JoePa may be hanging them up at Penn State, going to commercial, and leaving me and The Big Guy hanging. A coal truck will be stopping by the news guy’s house later tonight. Count on it. We’re leaving so much coal there he won’t get out of the driveway.
Ok. Phew. Just got done with the Big Guy waving me over to the sleigh to check out the haul. He showed me the custom-made green-and-white marabou toe-tickler he’s got labelled for Mr. & Mrs. Rex Ryan. Nice.
“Sources close to the Penn State Program say JoePa will retire after the Outback Bowl.” Talk about trying to either bury a story or take over conversations over Christmas dinner with it.
All the best, folks. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
Dammit, it’s comments like this that have kept me an avid reader for a number of years; didn’t realize the talent around here included organizing coal hauls and taming volcanos, but I’m not really the least bit surprised ;-)
EW and bmaz, special greetings — and fervent wishes that in 2011 the topic of, ahem, ‘finance’ will be the subject of many incisive posts.
And scribe, please! please! please! don’t use up all that coal so rapidly just in one place. Much more will be needed for banksters, and their
drug lordsmoney launderers (or did I just repeat myself?), so I’ll assume you have a backup supply tucked off somewhere. (Tell Cheney it’s in Niger; he’ll never find it that way. Heh.)Heh. All you gotta do is know someone down at the big coal-fired power plant and The Big Guy In Red knows frickin’ everyone. From there, it’s just a hop, skip and jump to a dumptruck full of coal blocking the newsguy’s driveway. Just listen for the sleigh bells….
A few years back, when my partners’ and colleagues’ kids were of the appropriate age, I had made up a few “ID” cards, red and white with a snowflake motif, to an outfit called “S.A.N.T.A.”, as in “Santa’s Adult Network Tells All”. Get to talking about your membership within earshot of a misbehaving kid and it shut down misbehavior instantly. Sort of the antithesis of a sign I saw in a country cafe “Unattended children will be given espresso, a sugar cookie and promised a pony before being returned to their parents.”
We’re very talented here….
Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays as may be appropriate.
Have a Good One
Merry Christmas, edub. Enjoy yourself, you deserve it.
Ho Ho Ho from balmy Reykjavik everyone!
I haven’t been commenting while we’re traveling, but I couldn’t resist popping in to say hello and wish everyone a very merry holiday : )
And by the way, Iceland is a great place to visit, especially in winter! : )
GLEÐILEG JÓL!
What are you, secretly Julian Assange? That sounds like fun! Take pictures! Avoid the volcanoes, I hear they don’t like you.
LOL : ) Julian Assange? I wish, I’m nowhere near that clever or talented ; )
As for Eyjafjallajökull volcano, I got even. I slapped on a pair of crampons and tromped all over its glacier. So there! Take that! The volcano knew what was what and who was boss and quietly hid under its sheet of ice.
By the way, EW, the Mister says hello : )
And Merry Christmas from TX…we are not all right wing and/or crazy/or Big Hair…..
BTW: fantastic video clip.
Made me realize what I’m going to put on the old iMac while I bake my rolls and gingerbread: I’m going to mix Bernie Sanders’ awesome nine-hour speech on the Senate floor in with my John Rutter choral music. That way, I get great music, and the reminder that one sane human can still make a difference in the world, if only by speaking truth to power.
Very cheering.
Happy toddies, all!
ew, Just for laughs, I found a Republican whitepaper on poultry fumes, must be Gail Norton approved hype.
Keep the portable wind tunnel air quality assessment apparatus in fine repair, and if there is no such equipment at the new digs, try going around to barn sales. One will surface, and regional air monitoring will advance to a new day, and into a new decade in SW MI.
Two suggestions for “amusement”:
1) go see The King’s Speech. [Having escaped Tropical Alcatraz (Maui) for a couple of weeks, via all the miles in our accounts, we’re soaking up every iota of “culture” we can in DC.] It’s a wonderful, wondrous movie. I cried at the end, as the king gives a “let’s all work together for England” speech at the start of WWII, because it reminded me what a Real Leader can do to unify the country, ask for sacrifices, frame the issues, and just get us through the hard, hard times — in contrast to the coward and downright enemy we’ve got in Obama.
2) if you’ve got an Apple device, go to iTunes & blow $9 on the Plants vs. Zombies game. It’s addictive, and will take your mind off the all-to-real zombie we face daily.
O.M.G. I’m a total, hopeless sucker for Plants vs Zombies.
I totally hate it when the zombies win.
Addictive, ’tis.
What “level” are you on? I’m on the “fog” level [I think that’s #3.]
Thankfully my recent-college-grad kids are spending Christmas with me. They’re the ones who got me hooked; now they can tell me how to get past some of these levels I’m caught on.
I dream of these damn things!!
How did I manage to mistype that?
Should be all-too-real.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all who work to keep the Bill of Rights alive. Especially to the bloggo-journos here who keep the flame lit in the gloom of our winter.
Merry Xmas. Thanks for the opportunity to comment, and for enlightening me throughout the year, again.