...I Could Teach You A Really Cool Dance - It Goes A Little Bitta This, A Little Bitta That....

I only have to share this link and a really cool cd I am listening to. Oh -- and I hope all of you had a completely amazing holiday. :)

First, the link. I love clever satire almost as much as I love eating fistfuls of skittles to alleviate the stress of watching the world economy squeal like Ned Beatty in "Deliverance". Satire, to me, is at least on the par with "dancing like an uncoordinated cracker in my underwear like you just don't care" mixed with a little "saucy 'tude"™ which I have all the time, in spades.

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Wow, I digress a lot. Sorry. So at this site 23/6, they provide just the tasty snark I love. Did you know there are, for example, vids now of the "Get Your War On" comics? You did? Oh. Well....I'm not hip. I need to have this kind of crap pointed out to me. Never the trendsetter. Here is the link, prepare yourself for lolz:

23/6: Control Your Evil Urges With the 23/6 Virginity Pledge-a-Tron!


As for the aforementioned killer cd, I am referring to the Charlie Hunter Quartet's "Songs from the Analog Playground". Jazz, zydeco, salsa, little soul and cool guests on it, too. Very cool cd. Might impress the opposite sex. Just sayin'. ;)



Current Music: Charlie Hunter Quartet w/ Norah Jones -- cover of Brian Ferry's "More Than This".

Currently Reading: "Storm Front" by Jim Butcher (Dresden Files, Book One.) Re-reading it. Awesome series.

Why I Hate the Phrase "See Ya When I See Ya!": Only Jerkoffs Talk Like That.

Oh, and if I don't make another post before then, please note that I extend holiday greetings and christmas cheer to all in the form of "lolz":


Please Note: If you are unaware of why this is funny and the historical context, George Washington and troops on Christmas in 1776, crossed the Delaware and launched a surprise attack against the Hessian mercenary forces in what become known as the Battle of Trenton during the American Revolution.

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You know what this means? The next time someone tries to bore you to tears acting like there's a biiiig controversy about what to call the winter holidays, you can look at them straight in the face and tell them deadpan that you're not celebrating Christmas per se, you are sacrificing a tree (or lighting a Menorah) and gift-giving in honor of the ass-kicking George Washington served the Hessians in the Battle of Trenton on Christmas in 1776. Viva La Revolución!

Screw controversy. I want cheer, goodwill, gift-giving and to eat so much food I consider investing in a vomitorium ala ancient Rome. Call it whatever you want. Just don't try to hone in on my mounding plate of stuffing, hoss.

Current Music: Kronos String Quartet - "Purple Haze".

Stir Crazy.

I can't even remember right now when exactly the snow first showed up, but at this point it's less like Dean Martin's beloved "Marshmallow World" and more like "Three Unkind Words, Ten Seconds and a Dry Meatloaf Away From a Bloodbath That None Will Survive". The point where the snow is novel and interesting has long since passed for us here in the Sky Valley and now we've reached the point where there is no law except the law of snow.

I saw a guy driving down the middle of the road with his window open and a beer in his hand. You can no longer tell the homeless people from the norms. THIS, my friends, is the Law of Snow. It's like Thunderdome ala "Mad Max" meets "Insomnia" and "National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation".

In the epic words of Eddie from the aforementioned film, "Sh*tter's full!" That should be our new motto in our quest to just stay sane right now.

Me, I'm hanging in there. I was trying very hard to read "High Fidelity" by Nick Hornby and drink coffee, but I'm not the only one here getting stir crazy. I realize that other people cope differently than I do and they don't know they've told me that story five times in the week we've been cooped up together and OH, SWEET ODIN'S EYE -- MAKE THE WHITE MENACE END!

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I'm cool. I'm fine. Really. Phew! Just...blowin' off steam. Oh, and all this endless time trapped inside my house has given me plenty of time to finish inane creative projects of mine. Such as making Midge the Merciless pug of doom a glorious new shirt. Don't look at me like that. It isn't "crazy", okay?



Pugs with their tiny squished noses and paws cannot regulate temperature or pant like other dogs can. She needs the extra warmth. So, ha. Don't knock it until you try it, you smug, equally snowed-in person.

No, that's MY coffee, lap dog!

Current Music: Modest Mouse - "The Good Times Are Killing Me".

Nothing Can Go Wrong.

My ear drum has burst like an overripe bratwurst sausage. I have hives and have been medicated to nearly hallucinatory levels for about a solid month and I have to wonder if it's A) advisable and B) risking permanent spaciness, thus endangering my ability to blend in with the lot of you here in the Sky Valley. Hi-de-ho, neighbor!

Oh and there is 100% chance of snow and lots of it, so says NOAA.

On the other hand, at this point things are so brilliantly skewed, that NOTHING can go wrong! The only way down is up!*


Current Music: The Jesus & Mary Chain - "Just Like Honey".
Current Read: Charlaine Harris' "Definitely Dead".


*Could be the medication talking.