We made it through another Christmas.
Bloody but unbowed.
Or something like that.
I guess I’m posting from the future, because we already had Christmas yesterday. If it’s only Christmas Eve for you today and you need to get some excited young ones to bed, allow me to suggest some videos from XmasFlix’s YouTube channel to get them a little less excited about a visit from old Saint Nick.
Santa doesn’t seem nearly as magical when you learn that he lives in a split-level furnished with naughahyde and dingy wall-to-wall carpeting:
Here’s one where Santa’s world is both bizarre and mind-numbingly boring at the same time:
Of course, you could always just lower their expectations about what presents Santa is going to leave for them under the Christmas tree:
Man, it’s been cold here. Really. I mean it. Maybe it’s just my heart. I feel like it could snow.
My friend Pet Cathy recently directed my attention to what seems to be a micronation at the eastern end of Franklin Avenue in Los Feliz (click photo for larger version):
$5,000.00 per person per day. Huh. I guess this guy Robert Eugene Schaefer really hates dealing with Girl Scouts at his door trying to sell him cookies. I’m usually a fan of micro-nations, but I have to say that this place is not my cup of tea.
he’d have a much nicer place, I think.
Today (I guess technically it was yesterday) was really tough. The corporation I am currently working for made some “redundancy reductions.” It’s hard for me to say whether they don’t know or don’t care what value they have cost the company by laying these extremely dedicated and experienced folks off.
All I can say is don’t worry, and fly off for greener pastures, folks. These maroons that laid you off can’t even get their torches lit.
This week I spent a bit of time sewing a calico snail with the intention of giving it to a friend’s baby as a birthday gift. Now that I look at the finished snail, however, I’m thinking it would fare better facing a three-headed dragon than a one-year-old. Sigh. Off to the store.
We’ve discussed neighborhood architectural amazement Castle Grayskull here before. The sconces, the stained glass depictions of medieval knights, the retractable flails, the guard zebra. At one point, Benny noted that all it needed was a moat. Et voila, the front entrance
now has a moat.
Upon seeing the moat, Benny’s eight-year-old son remarked with some concern about the problems a person might have if they were, say, carrying groceries and running into the house in a hurry. What if they tripped?
I don’t think there’s cause for alarm, myself. For one thing, I believe that every move made by the owners of Castle Grayskull will be sure-footed, and for another thing, I don’t think these guys have to buy groceries. I’m pretty sure they have a trained falcon that provides them with all the food they need. But I was curious about the moat, as it’s currently empty.
What will it be filled with? Tiny alligators? Acid? Fire? I can’t wait to see this.
Well, that was embarrassing. I just had to explain to the head of the international office of my department at work what “flying by the seat of our pants” means. And yes, I did employ pantomime.
He still didn’t really understand, and
I stood there like a watered poodle. That is to say, I was at a loss for words. That went completely in the pants.
Today’s intended post will have to wait, as I just found out that Jimmy Castor has died. Rest In Funk, Jimmy.
Somehow I’m getting further and further behind with Christmas this year – everything’s sold out, shipments keep getting lost, and the butter’s gone rancid. I can’t even get to my Saturday morning cartoon until now. If things don’t start running more smoothly, my Christmas gift to you may be a be-socked feather duster with forks stuck in it.