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Entries from December 7, 2008 - December 13, 2008

Thursday
Dec112008

Healing The Whole Darned World

Freelance Switch done has a new article up here.  For those of you unable to access the site for the piece which was posted last week, here's the link again.

Okay, so at least I don't stand alone in my humbuging. But at this point I think we're even beyond my usual fix-all-- pictures of baby horses-- and must now go to the well of  pictures of small adorable humans.

Now up off the ground and into a group hug, everyone:

hugs

YOU FEEL HAPPY AND CHRISTMASSY AND START POOPING GLITTER SNOWFLAKES NOW, OKAY?

Here we see Jim The Small Child Nephew and Will The Smaller Child Nephew generating a visual aid for emotional blackmail in about a decade.  "Why must you slam one another's heads into the drywall?  See how you passed your entire toddlerhood?"  They don't need to know that the very next picture features both of them sprawled on the carpet, one seated atop the other.

fixed at:  mbe@drinktothelasses.com

Wednesday
Dec102008

Batman Smells

Am I alone here?

Am I the only one who unpacked the tinsel, the ornaments, the stable, the tablecloth and the Advent wreath and went "...Meh?"  Anybody with me on the meh this year?

I blame the Peppermint Doughnut of Doom.  Over the past week, Christmas has become further additions to the daily To Half-Arse List:  Cards, watch White Christmas, cookies, vacuum.  Vacuum.  Oh, and vacuum.  Motions, mostly.  It'll probably all come together right on the day itself-- but for now, I'm standing between my LED wreath and my double-box of watered down Jingles, wondering how, exactly, Christmas became a chore.

Am I getting tired?  Am I getting old?  Am I wrong for slamming a fist through the dashboard when that freaking hippopotamus song springs forth?  ("God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" by the Barenaked Ladies, however, gets cranked.  I demand extra credit for this.)

joker got away at:  mbe@drinktothelasses.com

tip the bartender

Tuesday
Dec092008

HOMELAND SECURITY ALERT

BEWARE OF KRISPY KREME DOUGHNUTS BEARING RED FROSTING.

There was a plate of doughnuts available to the faculty after finals, and I eschewed the crueller, the eclair icinged like a football, the tire-shaped mass of powder.  Instead I reached for a glazed doughnut with cheerful red frosting.  It would be a delicious traditional Krispy Kreme-- with the added goodness of color-infused further sugar.

And when I bit into it?  I got a mouthful of... peppermint.  On a Krispy Kreme.

Listen, I like peppermint, and I like Krispy Kremes, but some lovers are meant to adore from afar, never to marry.  It was the wickedness of the Trojan appetizers wrapped in Christmas frosting, which somehow makes it all the more cruel.

Also!  Apparently, last month, Freelance Switch ran an article the site bought in... July.  Seeing as I was also paid in July, I'm not complaining.  I am merely amused.

trying to put the pieces back together at:  mbe@drinktothelasses.com

tip the bartender

Sunday
Dec072008

Remember Pearl Harbor

They deserve nothing less.

Photo credit:  Unrequited Life