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..  jimbo  ..
..  atom  ..
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..  machine  ..
..  invisible pete  ..
..  shaft  ..
..  bnl  ..
..  google  ..

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Thursday, December 20, 2007

So it's the most wonderful time of the year. "Why?", you might ask. To which I would reply, "Oh you silly, silly bastards. Sit down, grab a drink and let me tell you why."

Seasonal media. Anything Rankin and Bass deserves respect (*note* - obviously I am not including The Little Drummer Boy. That's some weird shit.) Movies with black dickies and white sweaters. Songs about managers, silent nights, marshmellow sleigh rides, and silver bells drift throughout the streets and minds of everyone. If you come across a cd in the store that has Dean Martin in the title, and you don't currently own it, buy it immediately before I have to punch you in the face. Because that wouldn't be very Christmas-like. White and colored (though there's little cause to bring race into all this) shine, and twinkle (I know Art, and thanks for noticing) and remind us what we're really celebrating.

On a related note, my Christmas tree has remained lit with no problems, and I only have two outside lights out. Not too bad.

Since my baby just moved, I have to comment now. I know what I have always said. "Oh, you've decided to spawn again..." or "This baby is now 3 months old, is he talking yet?" or "There is no such thing as a cute baby..." Turns out that those are all lies. You know how I know? My baby's ultrasound is about 100x cuter than most babies I have seen. (If you read this blog, your baby is the exception. I'm sure.) During the last ultrasound my baby was sucking its thumb and I have a picture of him/her waving at me. Beat that!!

Finally, presents. Not to sound too materialistic, but let me tell you a little fairy tale. There once was a young boy named Craig. And he went to a house that had three bottles of Jack Daniels on the counter. "This one is too big," he said (of the 1.75L bottle). "This one is too square," he said (of the 1L bottle). "But this one is just right," he said (of the 750 mL bottle). And he drank it all up. Though truth be told, he started drinking the too square bottle as well. Then Chris said, "Someone is passed out in my bed..."

And to all a good night.....

Craig @ 7:24 PM   

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