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Woohoo!!! First! Because I have no life!
As long as you have spuds!
And Spuds Lite !
Potato beer = vodka.
Got a bunch of John Douglas murder books for Christmas. Just starting Mindhunter.
You can only murder John Douglas once.
But I can murder the English language over and over and over.
Honestly? I’m sorry if this sounds like cliché little kid shit but the answer is “a better father”. If not for me then for my sister at least. But I’m trying really hard not to be mad at the one that I have.
Que?
Is that your kid’s name?
Yeah, I wonder what the question was.
To be or not to be?
I read “what you really wanted for Christmas” as the theme of the comments rather than the contents 😉
Lol!
I read it the same way.
Me too!
We don’t get to chose our parents but on the other hand they don’t get to chose us either (not too often anyway). Sorry to hear about the difficulties, tough being a kid.
Sometimes we disappoint our parents, sometimes they disappoint us.
Or maybe Why do fools fall in love
Probably should be “Why do only fools fall in love?” Or falling in love makes us fools?
Who’s the most re foolish; the fool, or the fools that follow him?
😉
Who’s the more foolish; the typist or the autocorrect?
In Nov 100 million Americans are going to answer that question, HE.
Why does the sun go on shining?
Global warming, Teds’. Climate change, Ol’ Bud
The sun always shines on TV.
The front page says, “What you REALLY wanted to receive for Christmas!”
Not our fault you people just hit the next-post button and don’t read the post summary. ?
Ah, I almost never catch the front page.
! that is grammatically correct not a ? from Google translate.
Have you SEEN the grammar around here? It was equally possible somebody was tipsy and got their punctuation all wonky.
So now that I’ve reread the front page I’ve realized that you weren’t actually asking what we really wanted for Christmas and that this open post was the answer to that question I guess I’ve got to apologize for being kinda depressing 😉
We’re used to it. You’re by far not the first person to talk about personal problems here.
Eh, I knew what you were answering.
Sorry, that is the answer, though. ?
*unzips*
A good example of why I love this place. TOS is so stupid for not realizing that you guys were the best/only thing that it had.
We try our best.
Did TOS ever care about its commentariat?
I got a hat tip or two.
Not the local ones apparently 😉
Care to expound?
My dad is the type of father who sees his child (in this case my sister) freshly hurting and wants to immediately hammer home all the ways that he thinks she fucked up and brought it on herself. And then he moves right on to openly fretting about how it might negatively affect him.
Eesh. Sorry to hear that.
I know the type.
My father is the dismissive variety, mostly as a reflex. If I’m in pain, it’s can’t be that bad. If I’m upset, it’s not justified. Sympathy is not in his nature and I don’t think he knows how to empathize.
I’ve gotten used to it over the years, but it took a while to stop getting pissed off about it.
My wife, on the other hand, doesn’t take it well at all.
Sounds like the way my mom was.
Man, that sounds like you’re describing me, but I am trying not to be that way.
Based on the little that I know about you and your kids I don’t think you’re very much like my dad Mojeaux.
The big difference is that my dad will hammer you for all of the ways that you fucked up when you didn’t even fuck up. I think that you’re actually trying to make your kids better people. I tell myself that my dad was trying to do that but I’m not sure that I believe it.
What age group you talking here, and what kind of actions brought hurt? You don’t have to answer that of course but you brought it up. Many of us here have shared way too much about ourselves and lives and fuck ups and just shit that happened.
That sucks. If it helps any, I’m sure my father was worse. Every tiny frustration he ever had resulted in an explosion of violence directed at whoever or whatever was closest to him. Guy left a trail of destruction behind him. When they split up, we were 7, 9 and 11 and we unanimously thanked the heavens he was gone.
No matter what, somebodies got it worse. Charlie Manson had kids, you know. Hillary Clinton has that one ugly daughter. It could always be worse.
I’m sorry man, I really am. I’m glad you got away from that.
Don’t feel bad. Like does what it does. I get the chance to be a better dad to my kid. It might be easier having an extreme example of what not to do.
Good on you, blackjack. The cycle has to broken by someone.
Not easy. Merry Christmas
My best friend’s dad is like that. His old man (my friend’s grandpa) apparently had no time for him except to beat the living shit out of him. And yet he’s taken that, turned it around and been a fantastic father to my friend.
For a second I thought you might be my son, then I remembered my son doesn’t have a sister.
Sorry man.
You can’t pick your family, you can only learn how to live with them (or not).
Hope you’re able to figure it out.
I really don’t want to have to cut family off completely but there is just nothing positive from him and never has been, and now that he is in his 80s and seemingly starting to slip a little it’s starting to seem more and more likely that it’s never going to be any different. And thank you so much for your concern (and that goes out to all of you), it was so fresh that I needed to unload it.
Age and dementia seem to exaggerate a person’s worst qualities.
I’ve known plenty of people who got nicer as they got older.
My dad was starting to mellow, but I don’t know what would have happened had he gotten up there and his mind started slipping.
My grandmother just got more cunning about being evil.
Same with my mom. She went at 72 – we got her a computer a couple years earlier and she was more intellectually engaged & chattier with me than in many years. Sigh.
I’ve seen it go both ways. And fuck off, Tulpa.
Now, that’s the Christmas Spirit!
My grandma got better after around 85. She had no other way to go, though. My dad never got any better at all. Just to weak or feeble to do as much damage.
+ 1 my parents.
They have been victim to asshole phone scammers due to it.
I feel guilty. My parents were poor, but my dad worked hard. The lack of education was the primary cause.
Us kids always felt safe, loved, and motivated to work hard ourselves. My dad never ever disciplined us, he tell my Mom to straighten us out but wouldn’t do it himself. It was sort of like the Cleaver family but with guns and a cold house.
Man, don’t feel guilty. Bad parents are the only guilty party here. Once you determine they’re bad, you learn what you need and move on. It’s just natural life taking it’s course. It sucks at the time, but then it’s over.
Nah, I meant guilty because others are suffering and my childhood was rich in so many other ways.
My older brother said we were lucky to have been poor. I think that’s right.
Every day I drive to work I drive past the trailer house I lived in 49 years ago as a wee sloper getting dressed in front of the oven because the folks couldn’t afford to run the furnace. I agree with your brother. When you come from the other side of the tracks then cross them after gaining some miles you realize there are more life lessons that matter where you came from. The trick is to learn from the lessons. I must confess I have failed often there.
We all have. The things I should have done different could fill a book.
The things I should have done different would have had me living in retirement by now.
I’ve made decisions in my life that an outside observer would label as poor, but I wouldn’t change many. Then again, I like Star Trek V.
Have to work tomorrow, but Thursdays are my work from home days so that’s a plus.
Dear Hogfather,
1. Please make lots and lots of people buy and read my books.
2. Please make my daughter figure out what she wants to do with her life and then ambitious enough to do it.
3. Please take my son’s bad attitude away and make him my sweet little boy again.
Sincerely,
Mojo
Christmas gathering was a success. I give all credit to my wonderful gf, who put everything together.
This is not an attempt to butter her up, she don’t come around here and I already got some today.
So you jerked off?
Not today. ?
It was quite busy…
Sweet. It can’t help to put the good words out there.
The instrumental of Ram Ranch is every anime opening theme during the late 90s to early 2000s.
Does not show female musician from neck down or wearing a face mask.
I’m disappointed.
Even gayer
https://youtu.be/Qa6ShFwhNWU
My cat was in the room when I clicked that link.
He is Snagglepuss now.
*exit stage left*
Snaggle tooth?
Heavens to Murgatroyd!
I never knew what the hell “murgatroyd” was referencing.
God help us.
And Kanye following up… Via CNN
Kanye West dropped a new album on Christmas and called it — what else? — ‘Jesus Is Born’
I thought he already ‘dropped’ a Jesus album. Enh, don’t care.
Kanye could record himself taking a piss and people would buy it.
And the piss sound would be autouned up to 11.
I hate auto-tune so much.
I do appreciate his enthusiasm, but yeah…a big ole meh.
Meh, huh? Enh, I ugh.
Sksksksksksksksk.
Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
So, notwithstanding my wishlist above, this was a good Christmas. Got to gad about in a Christmas wonderland Saturday that involved trains, the same kiddie-sized one I rode as a wee bairn, and lots and lots of awesome model trains all Christmas-town’d up. THEN went to the Plaza Monday to grab BBQ, cheesecake, go to the bookstore, and walk around looking at the lights. Cheesecake Factory did not have peppermint bark cheesecake and I managed not to be too bitchy about it. Last night was family get-together at my mom’s. Today everybody was happy with their gifts and no one cried. Weirdly, we spent a whole lot less this Christmas than we have any year since we started having kids.
The only thing genuinely upset is my tummy with all the Christmas crap I’ve been eating. I’d make my own peppermint bark cheesecake but I am stuffing myself on Ghirardelli’s peppermint bark so I may not have to.
I have decided that a core requirement for making Christmas special is scarcity.
Mojo is Thomas Sowell.
Seriously, though it always was, because people only have so much time.
Time feels infinite though.
If you don’t get peppermint bark cheesecake all year, but it’s available for 2 weeks and you have to sacrifice a little to get it, the acquisition itself becomes an event.
I don’t buy cereal. Never have. It’s too expensive for too little tummy-filling value. We rarely have milk because we all have sinus issues. So we only have cereal on Christmas morning. My kids see anything I bake as not as special because I can bake any time and they know where the cookbook is if they want to cook/bake, so Captain Crunch and Lucky Charms on Christmas morning is awesome.
Scarcity is a fine thing for the human spirit.
“Time feels infinite though.”
It isn’t. I mean if most people could spend more time hanging out eating and drinking they probably would.
Price of cereal must’ve really skyrocketed since I was a kid. Those off giant brand bags of puffed rice my mom bought for us 6 kids were cheap as hell. Come to think of it, those might have been packing peanuts styrofoam.
It wouldn’t stay in the bowl when you poured the milk in. Had to put a hand over it. We ate a lot of i too.
Milk? Richie Riches over there in Minnesoda. We couldn’t even afford water for our powdered milk.
I don’t buy it unless it’s one of the frequent half-off sales.
Que?
Makes you wonder how they’re drinking it.
That’s not the proper use of a straw…for milk.
Yeah, the milk is supposed to come out of your nose, not go in it.
Oh boy, that hurts
Cow’s milk is not good for a whole lot of people. I hesitate to use the word “allergy,” but other people do. Very often intolerance to cow’s milk manifests as sinus problems.
I’ve heard about intestinal problems, but never heard it linked to sinus issues.
Then again, I probably live in the biggest of the Big Dairy bubbles. Big Dairy Is Watching You!
We never got any of the sugary cereals. Expensive crap. Every Christmas we gave the kid a couple boxes of Boo Berries or Count Chocula or somesuch. Kid always thought that was a big treat.
BTW Mo at sixteen we saw no hope that our son would ever become a responsible, self-supporting adult. Then one day a stranger showed up. A fine young man. Well spoken, respectful with a plan for his life. He looked just like our son.
Thanks, Mikey. 🙂 You and Fourscore always get my eyeballs back on the long haul instead of staying glued to the sidewalk, watching where I’m going.
My observation is that most kids need to go through an “asshole” stage. You really have no control over that – they need to do it to become their own seperate (from their parents) person. Hopefully it doesn’t last too long. For us it was about 18 months.
If it goes too long, your kid ends up in trouble with the law.
Glad you had a good Christmas. It’s been a tough year for you.
Thanks, Spud.
I look around me, close to home/chirch and even in my extended family—things could be worse. It is very hard to remember that and be grateful when you’re in the middle of stupid stuff.
Yeah. Stepping back and looking around now and then can help a lot.
I’ve watched Die Hard every year around Christmas time ever since I could afford a VHS player. Each time I notice something new, and the story seems a little bit different.
It’s the LSD.
I always try to watch “Christmas Story.” The older I get, the hotter Ralphie’s mom is in a 1940s way.
Love the movie and Melinda Dillon to pieces (saw it in the theater even), but nobody thought to put a snood on her?
On rare whimsical occasions, I put on a snood to go with 40s style hairdo.
I should have been born earlier and been a crypto gal at Bletchley Park.
Christmas Story was set in the 1960’s
*Christmas pedant*
???
?
Um….no.
Everything about that movie screams 1940s.
Except the absence of the snoods and I’m with ToG and ‘splosives on that.
Fair enough. It’s been a while. I don’t know why I was thinking 60’s.
Well, I am with you in some respects on what it FEELS like because… We had a furnace you had to go downstairs to fiddle with every time you wanted heat. We had the round fuses that blew constantly. We had the oven that we kept on for heat in the kitchen. We had the same elementary school “look.”
Other than the cars and the clothes, that could have been shot in 1974 and looked exactly the same.
You still have a VHS?
I do. In the fucking closet. It was a gift from a friend right before they fizzled out. The rest got tossed.
I even tossed all the vhs porn. *wistful sigh*
I still have two of them, but I haven’t used them in ages.
Futurama marathon here. All is good.
Wife woke up this morning and packed away every single piece of evidence that Christmas happened yesterday. I ask, “Why?” and she says, “Jama” (bother, in the way). Good wife. *Tosses her a Scooby Snack.
Jama plus “da kara” I’m assuming. I always get tagged by my teacher for not using the kara answering a question.
I love the many varied uses of “ojama shimasu”. Which my iPad wanted to autocorrect to Obama. There has to be a bilingual joke there somewhere.
You can use “Jama” alone. Just makes it a lot more blunt.
Makes sense both on the meaning and why my teacher does the correction.
I probably pick up some “bad” habits as I talk with my friends. OTH I feel triumphant when I get a legitimate laugh using Japanese.
It’s weird when gaijin mix formal, polite and casual Japanese. I’m sure it sounds to the natives something like, “Pardon me, my fine lady. I shall be looking to take a piss and would you be so kind as to fuckin’ tell me where the pisser is?”
I’m always very careful with strangers and by the book. Although far from crazy formal. I’m not representing an employer and I’m generally a customer. So regular polite Japanese.
With my friends it is how I learn and grow. My teacher is a bit in the middle. Not a friend, but still somebody I am trying stretch my skills with.
So like Borat in English then?
Okay, I laughed.
Milkbone onigiri?
Daughter #1 and her hubby gave me a Tello drone. Always wanted one but could never justify it. I’m itching to play with it but I’m having dead battery and wi-fi issues (probably due to the dead batteries).
Mo, Daughter #2 was a hellion when a teenager and she has turned into a wonderful adult. In my experience there is still hope. Good luck.
I worry about girls that are hellions as a teenager more than boys that are hellions as teenagers. Makes me misogynist and I don’t care. Glad yours turned out wonderful.
One of my friends, way back in Middle/high school, declared one day that he hoped to have sons only.
I asked why, and he replied that with a son, a parent only has to worry about one dick; with a daughter, you have to worry about all of them.
I raised three boys. I’m quite content that I didn’t have a daughter.
That’s brilliant.
This is why I’m happy that #2 is going to be a son, I have a more than passing acquaintance with firearms, and I’m aging into the “terrifying” look as fathers go. People routinely ask me how long I served in Afghanistan based on the stare and the beard, so I’m hoping when boys come sniffing around I can fend them off for a while.
How long where you in Afghanistan?
No time at all. I’ve never been in the military. Apparently a combination of haircut, posture, and saying “sir” and “ma’am” reads as “veteran” in my case.
I’ve talked about this before. Anyway, my 2 youngest (of 3) grand daughters spent a couple days with us, left yesterday. It is such a pleasure to see them, both graduated from college last summer, both talk about advance degrees, working hard now. Appear to have their lives really together. The oldest one of the 3 graduated about 3 years ago.
Their parents just divorced, both my daughter and her ex were not the best parents (understatement). Those 3 kids saw a lot of turmoil and uncertainty in their young lives but in spite of their home lives are determined to be be successful.
And I bet their grandpa plays no small part in that.
Maybe, but didn’t seem to work with their mother
Those look fun. Enjoy Hobbit!
Adventure is presenting itself again tonight. We will see where we end up tomorrow.
Merry Christmas to all the Glibs.
Mrs. G and I have been watching a lot of Hallmark movies (I have reasons), and we saw one the other night, Double Holiday, which made a pretty decent effort to show some (((family))) Hanukkah traditions. Hallmark trying for some diversity, I guess, just not the icky lesbian kind.
My favorite bit, the Jewish girl is explaining Hanukkah to the goy boy:
“What’s Hanukkah about? See this cell phone? Imagine it only has 10% battery, but it lasts for nine days. That’s Hanukkah.”
I larfed.
OMG. I heard that exact same explanation recently. And not on Hallmark.
Green Bay Packer Fans Be Like… ??
LOL
He must be a poser. Packers fans are much more obsessed. (So sayeth a Packer fan who watches the 7am local kickoffs.)
____THE WORLD’S CORNIEST CHRISTMAS JOKE—–
Why is the Japanese language the most appropriate language for Christmas carols?
Because it has no “L”. (Noel)
_______WARNING ENDS HERE____
Deserve a kancho for that.
Is kancho Japanese for a three stooges double eye poke? Or a slap?
Yes. It’s an eye poke. Brown eye poke.
*deletes comment
Yeah, but I bet hearing “The First Noel” will never sound the same for you after this.
Samui…
L. Jackson?
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, TJ.
Meri kurisumasu to you too!
Next week it will be “Congratulations! It’s open!”
What’s the percentage of times you’ve seen “congradulations” spelled correctly? I’m thinking low teens.
I guess growing up before PC’s and spellcheck – when messing it up mean starting over on a new piece of paper in the typewriter – has put that in my brain.
I got cash. Gifts clutter up the home but cash is forever. Money is fungible, and the cash I pay for rent is the same whether I’m paying for it out of my paycheck or out of my Christmas gifts. And the fungibility of cash is temporal as well: I have to continue paying for the things that keep me alive, otherwise I’m homeless and eventually dead. So the cash I get for Christmas and will use to pay for rent next month is per force cash I will spend on other, marginally less pressing needs, like rent for the month after next. And that effect redounds for as long as I’m alive, and if I have children, they too will benefit in some marginal way from the cash surplus I enjoyed today courtesy of my gifters. Which is much more appreciable than a clock radio or whatever people give in lieu of cash.
Fair enuff if you’re scratching by, but otherwise gifts should be something nice you wouldn’t buy for yourself.
Not a clock radio, surely.
Depends. Do you hit snooze by hurling the thing at the wall every morning?
My cell phone is my alarm, so sadly as much as I want to chuck it against the wall… actually I think it would better survive being chucked than a clock radio.
I bet a cell phone is one of the most resilient pieces of equipment since the Swiss watch. I bet the Voyager probes are less robustly built than your average cell phone.
I’ve never smashed an alarm clock, however. I’m not looking forward to not smashing my phone tomorrow when I have to go into work.
If you’re talking about a flip phone, maybe, but smart phone? They’re as fragile as Glass Joe.
I just have to ask… is this early Nintendo and that’s supposed to be Mario reffing the match?
I had to replace the screen on an iPhone years ago. It was a bit of a triumph because I suck at everything, so I was pretty proud of myself. Until I hip-checked it into a curb getting out of the car two weeks later… which is how I’d busted it originally.
Damn, I didn’t think you were that young! 1987, Nintendo.
(I will say some gifts like books are more valuable even than cash. My aunt, I’m certain entirely incidentally, bought me a copy of American Gods when I was a teenager, which turned me on to Neil Gaiman.)
Booze, too, but the fungibility of booze depends on a price point per unit of around $10-15/750ml bottle. Any more than that and I could get drunker cheaper with, you guessed it, cash.
It’s all about the sentiment behind it. When you need the cash, you can’t tell me that someone slipping you a hundo in a card isn’t thinking about you more than someone giving you a pair of nice leather gloves and a cashmere scarf. This year, my MIL gave me a card with cash in it (it’s her tradition), which was appreciated, and a smoker, which was heartbreakingly touching. I’m never going to turn down cash, and it’s not like I don’t need it, but since we’re not in a place where we’re scraping by any more, her remembering that I’d mentioned wanting a smoker a while ago is a bigger deal to me than the dough.
My issue with buying things (and being bought things) which relate to a personal interest is that you can’t be sure that the thing bought is the most optimal piece of hardware for the interest exhibited. What if the smoker is a subpar unit relative to what you had your eye on? What if you bought what you’d thought is a splendid set of knitting needles, and they turn out to be some worthless darn set?
Cash doesn’t care what your intention or expertise or interest is. Cash loves you and loves your giftee all the same.
(Man, what a treasure it is being born into a world in which you can perfectly honestly buy the wrong gift, expensively. You put a lot of heart and money into buying something which is so perfectly wrong for your giftee that it becomes a problem.)
I hear you. In this case, she looked at my Amazon wish list and picked a thing off of it. I’m hopelessly particular about things I care about and notoriously difficult to shop for, so I generally just buy things as I want them and ask people to either not buy me anything or just like take me out to dinner or get me like some good coffee or something. I buy what I want when I want it and just don’t expect anyone to buy me gifts that are going to move me particularly. So, for instance, this year my wife bought me a mug that says, “Still the Best Dad Ever” and has pictures of me and my daughter throwing up the horns in front of a fountain at MGM Grand. I won’t lie, I wept like a baby. I dropped $500 on a monitor, $350 on gun stuff, and $750 on a TV for the family but really me because my wife doesn’t really care about the difference between HD and UHD. The unspoken understanding is that I’ll take the money we both have and spend it on stuff for myself and that’s basically the gift. I’ll also spend it on stuff for her and look the other way when she drops a bunch of dough on things I’d never think to buy in a million years.
That.
Many, many people buy gifts for others that THEY would want to receive.
People who will give you cash when they know you’re struggling are thinking of your needs.
I bought my uncle a copy of Cryptonomicon because he talks about the same couple nerdy authors ALL THE GOD DAMN TIME, so that was, in fact, a gift I’d have bought for myself. (If I hadn’t already read it a couple times.)
I have given books I choose for the recipient and hope like hell they like it.
Have I mentioned Neal Stephenson? Have I mentioned Cryptonomicon? It won’t change your life, but it will make it entertaining for a change. What’s your Kindle address? CAN I BUY YOU A COPY OF CRYPTONOMICON?
(I don’t actually know how Kindle handles book rights.)
(Also, you’ll have to read the entire Baroque Cycle to get the full effect. It’s an investment.)
(I think Anathem is related, too, but that’s unconfirmed.)
All of this is sound advice. Also, yes, Anathem is related. As is Diamond Age. Allegedly, so is Snow Crash.
Yes, I’ve tried to get people on the Neal Stephenson train also. The only people I know who read Stephenson are you people.
SC = YT = DA I’ve read. And Anathem somehow incorporating Enoch is another. But I haven’t read them intertwined beyond that.
Stephenson’s tough because he can’t write endings. Like he’s pathologically bad at it. I think it speaks to the quality of the rest of his writing that people will deal with two pages of “…and…then stuff stopped happening and that was it,” and come back for more.
I told someone I’d read Cryptonomicon in one weekend and they were astonished. I did not see how SC and DA were related, but I haven’t read Stephenson in 20 years.
I’ve got his books. They’re sitting right there in my bookcase looking at me every day, but I haven’t read him in years.
I’m not so into it as to really delve into the connections, but what I’ve read in fan stuff is that essentially the Baroque Cycle gets you to Cryptonomicon with Enoch being a common thread there. Snow Crash and Diamond Age are connected via YT. Anathem connects them all through the notion of the metaphysics that I won’t get in to because of spoilers. And there’s this idea that all of the books (as a result of the explanation provided by Anathem) kind of happen in the same space, so that what you’re reading about Isaac Newton, for instance, isn’t necessarily the Isaac Newton of our timeline, but is instead one that exists in a timeline that includes Cryptonomicon and then Snow Crash, and then Diamond Age.
Sounds like the Star Wars you can’t understand it all unless you read 476 novels first! shit. fuck that.
I’ve had family who’ve loaned me money give me Christmas or birthday cards to the effect of, “Here’s a fifty; go have a few beers with your boys. Also, that money I loaned you a year ago is water under the bridge. I’ve been there.”
At last piece of Christmas music. Leon and the Dr
https://youtu.be/DAtZBE5XXFo
This will be, hopefully, the last Christmas I spend living (quasi) alone and working my ass off all day. In a few months I’m relocating to join my fiancee, and we’re going to have real holidays, dammit. (She hasn’t had real Christmases in forever, either – hope we remember how to do it.)
Sounds like you are on a good path. May it lead as you wish.
If it all works out you might end up with an slightly expanded Rex clan and you can make your own traditions. If my Japanese wife and I can do it I suspect it isn’t all that hard.
The best part for me is seeing my young-un’s appreciating the CD of traditional Christmas music which was always what my family listened to as I grew up. If they ever end up in the US during Christmas and find themselves with their cousins they will all have that in common.
Played some Mario Party with the nephews today; I stomped them, they’re terrible. Pathetic.
One of them has some potential, I may be able to coach him.
You win for best avatar ever.
Thanks mate!
Oh.
Salon
@Salon
Hallmark movies are fascist propaganda
https://twitter.com/Salon/status/1209971735753371648?s=20
And Salon is Marxist propaganda.
See how easy this is?!
Except you’re right.
Well, yeah, if you want to be all technical about it.
Salon: you shouldn’t take our jokey articles so seriously
Also Salon: Donald J. Trump is a no-joke authoritarian fascist.
I see Salon is running another campaign ad for Trump 2020.
Names are tools of the patriarchy.
https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EMq7251XkAAq-JX.jpg:large
‘cis’ people? No, just normal ones.
I learned another new word. Schmaltz. SCHMALTZ THIS!!!! Hallmark giving into the two chics kissing thing was dumb though. It all wears me out.
My aunt watches those all the time during the season. This year while I was over there was a one where some money-grubbing real estate woman was trying to buy out a bucolic resort in the north where Christmas was always sold out (she’s from the south west hasn’t seen a ‘white Christmas {DOG WHISTLE} before). Anyway, in one scene they romantic interest feller is going to take her into town, so she’s sitting in the car while he’s putting stuff in the trunk. She asks him to turn the heater on, he opens the driver’s door and fiddles with something and she says thanks, then he goes back to putting stuff in the trunk. When everything is packed up he gets in the driver’s seat, leans forward and turns the key to start the car. WTF?! Where was the heat coming from?
H…Hitler?
It’s the magic of the season you shitlord!!!
Obviously not from your cold dark heart. You have to believe.
In the “better father” discussion above, I was reminded of the testimony from a men’s retreat at church a couple of years back.
So, for those of you who don’t church, here’s what a “retreat” is… You go somewhere with a group with common interests for a few days of worship and fellowship – and as a part of that experience, one or more people will offer their “testimony”. This is the story of how becoming a christian changed their life. It usually takes the arc of “I used to do a lot of bad things. Then I found Jesus. Now I’m a better person because I was born again and the lord helps me avoid temptation.”
So, my wife had been doing the “women’s retreat” thing and decided I’d be better off if I went to the men’s retreat. Now, what this really meant was that the wife of the guy in charge of the men’s retreat was twisting arms, and the whole group of women realized there was social capital to be had from signing your husband up. So the wife and all of her friends signed us up. Which was fine, because all of the husbands from that group of wives get along just fine.
So off we go to the men’s retreat. In our case, it was a minimalist set of cabins on a lake with a couple of communal locations to get together and sing or talk. So this was my introduction to the “retreat” ethos at my church. There was lots of guys in the common room singing. Not my thing. And lots of guys going for golf – no longer my thing. But a few of us found a hoop and played some basketball for a couple of hours.
In the evening came the testimony. One of the older gentlemen from the church stepped up to talk. He’s in his 70’s, and is a well respected member of the community. A tradesman who hung his own shingle and was pretty successful in his career. I always knew him as that – a hard working and very successful business man with a reputation for honesty and quality from his crews.
So here goes his testimony….. Ho-leee shit! You just never really know what other people have been through.
So, he was raised poor. Dirt poor…. as in they had a dirt floor in the little cabin they lived in up in the mountains of Appalachia. They had very little. Days would go by without food.
Dad was a drinker. A mean drinker. He would beat the kids and mom when he drank. Belts sometimes, sometimes much worse. They lived well isolated from the world, so dad could proceed as he liked. The kids never went to school. They worked around the little farm to get their food. I think dad sometimes worked the mines. Some of his meaner incidents left permanent damage. Broken bones. Deep scars. Horrific stuff. One day, the police came around and took dad away because someone called the cops. Our elder was a little boy at the time – under 10.
A couple of weeks later, he hears someone coming up the mountain. He recognizes the truck. He looks through the cracks in the boards of the one room shack they live in and sees his dad driving up the dirt road. He’s afraid. Dad is back. As he watches through the shoddily built wall of his house, his dad climbs out of the truck and picks up the axe stuck in the chopping stump in the front yard. As his mother screams at him he takes the axe and cuts her down. He starts going after his older siblings.
Terrified, the young version of this respected elder runs out the back and heads up the mountain with his little brother who’s about 5. They run and run through the woods, up creeks and into a deep holler. They can hear dad coming after them, yelling for them. So they hide. They stay hidden for as long as they can – a couple of weeks. They sneak around scavenging food as they can.
Finally, they make their way to a relative’s house where they hide until the police find dad. I think dad killed himself… that detail is lost to me at the moment. In any event, dad is out of the picture.
So they place the kids with their Aunt who lives in town in the foothills. For the kids who remain, it is a big change. There’s a few of them, so they scatter them with a couple of relatives. They go to school for the first time. They have friends. They have food for the first time.
Pretty soon, the uncle shows his colors. He’s a drinker too. And he can be mean. But he also can do worse. He visits our elder in the night, drunk. Bad things happen that you cannot imagine happening to this mountain of a man who is so respected in the community.
Eventually, he runs away. He’s not sure how old he was, because they didn’t have accurate records of the kids birthdays. But he was around 12 when he finally left for good and started living on his own.
He lived a hard life, doing hard life things that you can imagine a kid who had been through all that would do. He lived the life of the transient, lots of drugs, temporary jobs as he got older. A criminal… drug dealer, loan collector for unsavory lenders….. even a pimp. Jail.
Eventually at some point in his early 30’s, someone dragged him to church. Fearing that he’d end up like his dad or worse, he went. He learned about the message of redemption in Christ. He gave his life over to Jesus, leaving all that baggage in the past. He was born again. He eventually moved to a new town farther south, began working as a tradesman and eventually got married and had a wonderful career and family.
But ho-leee Shit! That story. I left out a bunch of detail and flair, and there’s a lot of “more of the same” that I skipped over. But you get the flavor of the thing.
Every time I think I’m having a tough patch, or I hear someone with an “I had a terrible upbringing” story…. that testimony pops into my head. The only guy I’ve met and heard the details where I didn’t think of holocaust survivors having it worse.
You just never know. This guy was a pillar of the community with great kids and grand kids. A longtime deacon in the church. A businessman with dozens of employees who worked into his 70’s’ before retiring. A long, long way from a dirt floor cabin in the mountains with a murderous father.
Well damn, at first when you talked about religious retreat I was going to make a joke about how when I was an altar boy we went on a white water rafting trip to the priest’s cabin and then had to change out of our wet clothes…but I guess I can’t, even though I think I just did…
And I was grumpy because I disagreed with my wife about how you go about tipping the garbage guys who do pickup tomorrow. What a hell of a reminder to be thankful for what you’ve got. Plenty of people have it much, much worse. And, for that matter, be thankful that we live in a world where people who have it so much worse can somehow end up with a life of meaning and happiness.
Thanks for that.
Blackjack mentioned it the other day, but a bad example of a father is still an example. That story is awful and reminds us that no shit actual evil exists. He obviously chose the isolated area because at that time, someone in the community would’ve done something. Don’t know about where you live now, but where I live there are many, many people that are completely isolated even though they have neighbors living just across one single wall. Used to be that you’d have to try to avoid the community, but know you have to try to create your own.
It is hard to remember in bad times that it could be worse.
You know, I’ve had a few reminders recently. I grew up in a stable family. There were times we didn’t have a lot of money, but I always had loving parents, even though they were strict.
I look at my life today, and yeah, there are issues. My wife has advanced Alzheimer’s, and I’ve got a bipolar son raising two kids that I have to talk off the ledge every now and then, but otherwise, my life is very comfortable. It can always be worse.
Whereas that sounds like an unimaginable burden.
I could be living in a trailer park and still working. It can always be worse.
Yes, but if you apply for sainthood, I’m not voting against it.
Honest question Spud, what where the signs you first noticed Mrs Spud was slipping into that evil condition. I had lunch with my parents (Dad early 80’s, Mom late 70’s) and we had a great time but the things they do or forget to do makes me wonder about them.
Disregard that question. Shouldn’t have asked.
No worries. The early symptoms make you scratch your head and ask, “what the hell is wrong with you?”. Because she was in her early 50’s, the thought was that it was menopause and too much wine. Over time, it kept getting worse. This was a woman who was a SVP in a global bank, with 300 employees in ten different countries. Yet when we moved to Idaho, she became the secretary on the HOA board. She couldn’t write up meeting minutes.
It only continued to get worse. When you tell them something and shortly after that, they ask the same question you gave them the answer to, it’s time to start getting concerned. When it was obvious she shouldn’t be behind the wheel, it was time to push the issue. It still took me two years to get her to go to a neurologist, because one of the symptoms is that they feel fine.
Good luck, dude. I hope you’re just dealing with old age.
Mrs Spud sounds like an incredible lady. I hope she finds relief. I understand they are making progress in the area. What I am wondering about I hope is just old age but stuff like doing a simple task like cutting a tomato is not finished because the new task that comes to mind like washing a plate we don’t need but was being washed ten minutes prior to whatever took them from that task makes me wonder. My mind wanders all over but my parents take it to comedic levels. They are honest to god the sweetest people one could meet though. I am a lucky person.
Thank you. It sounds like you might be in the early stages, but it could also just be age.
It’s tacky to reply twice, but I was just thinking about the fact that we wrapped up a boozy, boisterous family Christmas party at my aunt and uncle’s with an impromptu Punch and Judy puppet show that my daughter put on in a booth my uncle had made for his kids who are now in their 20s. I was really lucky to have two families who loved me and showed it, and my daughter (and soon my son) will be lucky enough to have a huge family of people who love each other and will do stuff like put on puppet shows with kids or meet cousins out for drinks, based on age obviously. That’s an easy thing to take for granted, and it’s a shame because it’s absolutely invaluable.
That is amazing.
I had a [[[bishop]]] (like a Catholic priest) who made it over the Berlin Wall with his brother when he was 10. I don’t remember the whole story, but I believe there was another person or two with them.
Predictions for 2020? I predict we’ll find out it’s all been a dream. Also, a race hate crime hoax that fakes a death.
I remain poor and single?
Why you asking me? I don’t have a gun pointed at your head.
That may have sounded harsh, but c’mon, man. Don’t be defeatist.
I’m celebrating two years celibate on the 27th. Don’t be jealous, scrub. It’s just genetics. I don’t even have to try, I’m just that good at it.
I’ll be ‘celebrating’ 37 in the spring.
The padawan becomes the Palpatine
I ain’t your grandfather kid! I don’t even got no kids! (Rise of Skywalker might retcon that though)
Hey, I went something like three years sans action in my early 20s, and I was devastatingly handsome. In fact, women who wouldn’t sleep with me compared me favorably to a young Gregory Peck. Other women who wouldn’t go past second base referred to me as “like Christian Slater in ‘Gleaming the Cube'”.
You’re the one who asked the question, I was just trying to be polite, by posing my answer in the form of a question. What you don’t follow Jeopardy rules?
The American political process will continue to disappoint everyone involved even as a significant portion of the population engages in it via social media and passive consumption of news through television, radio, and print. Politicians will campaign on either hyper-specific issues or uselessly broad platforms, fulfilling exactly zippy campaign promises upon election. This will not change American voting behavior in the least.
I’ve already heard people saying the next election is the most important one ever.
They just keep getting more and more important. You’d think they’d reach peak importance, but then the next one comes around and they find more.
The house votes three more articles of impeachment against Trump before the election, and then ten more during his second term. The orange one is not removed and the TDS crowd never realizes their claims of political bias against the R’s are ridiculous since the ones who voted for impeachment said impeachment was their goal during the first week he took office before he had ever done anything much less anything impeachable.
He’s got a ton of things he should be impeached for IMHO. Problem is that it won’t happen because the other team’s icons are guilty of the same.
Amen to that. This is why I get pissed at Amash and his fanbois. Amash has no problem with Schiff getting and releasing phone records against his political opponents during their “inquiry” but then tweet bitches about how the R’s vote to extend the surveillance state (which they should all be removed from office for). If you want to impeach Trump for abuse of power for violations of the second amendment I will go stand on the street with a sign. If you want to impeach Trump for unconstitutional wars in how many places? I will go stand with a sign. But that phone call? Fuck off. Joe Biden should be prosecuted. Being a presidential candidate is not immunity. Well, unless you are Hillary.
Can’t wait until the D’s control both houses and the presidency. Because it will happen at some point. Will they do a Republican Obamacare repeal or will they be controlled by true believers and tear up previous paper norms to get their debils.
I know Im looking looking forward to being able to see clearly without corrective lens for the entire year.
No nut 2020?
*starts tying hangman’s knots*
I think we should do a dead pool.
Too easy. Greta drowns in a centimeter of water.
It will be glacial runoff. She will be a martyr to Gaia.
Would drinking a toast to that right now be considered too soon?
Nah. She’ll get “icicle-stabby” on her parents after learning the truth and then run off to live with STEVE SMITH in the woods. He’ll accept her as a true child of the forest and she will eventually bear his spawn, Stevensdottir and Gretason.
Lebron just gave me a late Christmas present. Thanks. Buzzer bumbler.
Man, Christmas. It never quite lives up to what I expect, but I still wind up pretty happy at the end of the day. It’d be nicer if I wasn’t dealing with a sinus infection. I started off thinking my kid was a brat and I’m never buying her another thing and then wound up thinking she’s the sweetest thing to walk the face of the Earth. Had one text message exchange with my family while spending nearly the whole day with my in-laws, and damned if I didn’t feel like I got the better end of that deal. Conflicted as hell but also very, very grateful for these horrible mother-effers, and I’m counting my wife and kid in that number. I’m not sure how it can be that you want to hang a foot in someone’s ass and at the same time love them more every day even as you wish to Christ they’d shut up and go on vacation or something.
Well, Merry Christmas y’all. I’m gonna have a piece of shortbread and another beer and play Mechwarrior.
My family, huh. Both parents have passed on. I have 3 sisters – one in Texas, one on the east coast, and one in Minneapolis. Been that way for decades and that’s about as close as we can take it. No real animosity – I just got tired of being taken advantage of by my oldest sister and my youngest sister is in full-blown TDS so I know we’d be in trouble spending more than an hour or so in close proximity. I have a step-brother in New Mexico who I miss quite a bit. My wife’s parents are slipping away and she only has a couple cousins other than that.
I have a few friends who mean more to me than family do. I can’t even say I wish it were different in some way.
Non-Christmas comment: Ozzy Gary Orsum plays some audio of another Ozzy interviewing an actual scientist.
I wanna support Bitchute, but it takes forever to buffer.
Well, he told him that in 2011. It’s NOW CURRENT YEAR! THINGS ARE WORSE!
I have eaten too much.
There is a lot more agony in that sentence than it looks like.
And their is audience (not me) that would pay to see it. You’re missing out on revenue.
Story of my life, right there.
Oh.
Teen Vogue
@TeenVogue
Welcome to Anal Sex 101
https://twitter.com/TeenVogue/status/1209975202613989376?s=20
On brand.
Anal is gross and overblown.
Actually while I’m at it, women are gross and overblown. Sex is terrible, you all are a bunch of degenerates, and really, drunkeness is the only sincere expression that humans are capable of making. The rest of it is just fapping about, and I’m ashamed of you all.
But anal sex and the modern obsession with analingus is disgusting beyond measure, and whether or not you feel culpable you should be ashamed and should apologize.
I’ve run out of drinking juice and now must face the prospect of sobriety.
It’s awful.
Sobriety is gross and overblown.
Sobriety is for heathens and alcoholics, but I repeat myself.
What boundaries are left now? Don’t want to be accused of being a vanilla.
The boundary is having boundaries. That’s the new novelty. Show your loved one loving by not treating her as a dumpster fire of carnal love. Be her stopgap between fancy-free and complete devolution.
(I don’t know, I fear women now, I keep clear of them and keep to myself.)
(The great thing about celibacy is you never have to second guess yourself, or first guess. You don’t guess at all. You’re free and pure of their horrible, recalcitrant, insalubrious desires)
I’m going to bed now. I have work in the morning. I’m going to buy a fifth and come back to you all like a prophet, but not till Friday. You’re all my closest friends, I love you all.
I’m so glad that my wife isn’t like any of that, and that I’m not trying to date in that minefield.
Whoa now…..(I don’t know, I fear women now, I keep clear of them and keep to myself.)
You are way to young for that. One needs at least two failed marriages to reach that level.
https://youtu.be/kdTMFHJfetY
lol
“I fear women now”
You need to learn another language and start meeting women outside the US. Really. They are difficult enough as it is but much easier to take without all the PC crap clogging up the relationship.
Might want to avoid certain parts of Western Europe with that as well.
I wasn’t really thinking of a language leading to anywhere as remotely similar to US culture as western Europe. The closest to that I might recommend would possibly be the Ukraine. Lots of pluses and minuses with Asian women but one should get a good glimpse of those +/- while learning the language. I would avoid Latin America if you aren’t ready for drama.
Sir… this is Wendy’s
https://imgur.com/n2sQfAd
I’m just kidding 🙂
-1 prolapsed asshole
I didn’t read Teen Vogue when I was that age. I read Cosmopolitan occasionally interspersed with Seventeen. Whatever was at the library.
Vogue is supposed to be a fashion magazine, in this case for teens. They report on “what is hot” and tell us what is in and what is out….
so….
https://www.teenvogue.com/story/lizzos-best-style-moments?utm_social-type=owned&utm_medium=social&utm_brand=tv&utm_source=twitter&mbid=social_twitter
They post this article about Lizzo … praising her style choices.
Holy crap! Every single one of her outfits is an “As Seen at Walmart” disaster.
If you cannot tell the difference between trailer trash slutty and high fashion, maybe you shouldn’t be running a fashion magazine.
(not that I am casting aspersions at Lizzo. She has clearly developed a brand and has leveraged her limited talents into a very successful career. More power to ya, and all that…)
That’s a real person, that people talk about in regards to fashion? Yeah, never got fashion.
Who?
the star has been named Time Magazine’s Entertainer of the Year
And I’m out.
Turkey tastes worse the second time. Thanks Cyto. Thanks a lot.
I feel like anal sex is something one encounters accidentally, if at all. It was never featured prominently on the menu in the days when I was sowing my wild oats, so to speak, mainly because if we’ve already gotten to the point where you’re willing to allow me backstage access we’re probably just going to go ahead and do the live show on stage, so to speak. There were chicks who were backdoor-only, under the auspices that this meant they were still virgins, but I always felt like that was the most bullshit cop-out on Earth. And then when I was older, it was sort of like, well, how to put this…things that seem like a great idea in porn are rarely as good an idea in real life. Put another way, I mean, poop comes out of that hole, and the ladies who do that professionally have spent a significant amount of time preparing the area to avoid any embarrassing outcomes, whereas the very nice but slightly naive girl who thinks she’s just come up with a great idea probably hasn’t thought it all the way through, if you see what I mean.
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Luckily HM seems to have retired early this evening.
Agreed. I’ve never partaken of starfish love even at my most debauched. Seems…dirty?
Check out the December cover, if you dare.
Some morbidly obese talentless rappette. Much fat. So positivity.
Oh…. but why tho?
Jack Posobiec
@JackPosobiec
CBC deletes Trump scene from Home Alone 2 broadcast
https://twitter.com/JackPosobiec/status/1210061418906759169?s=20
The top reply when I clicked was Gold Jerry! Gold!
lol
Oh. As a TV editor I get that. Erbody is triggered by something these days. Grow a pair, xir!
Re: depression and hard times. When I’m going through my darkest days, I try to remember to say something to myself that I started saying when I worked Fire/EMS.
“It was a good day. Nobody I love died.”
You and OMWC should track down a copy of Folks! A forgotten Tom Sellek movie, but Alan Amichie’s line ‘The hook will catch the wire’ is my got to for hard times.
Or maybe it’s Don, I get confused…
Sent you a submission. Hope it got through.
Found in spam. Thanks!
Great. ?
(I think your recent sketches are very good.)
Always some parts that are completely wrong. Looking forward to seeing Tulip’s work.
My go to for any situation that has everyone stressed is, “is anyone going to die if x doesn’t happen?” No? Then chill the fuck out!
I have said it before, say it again. Fire EMS hats off to ya. That is why I left the CG. Pulled a drowned friend from the ocean and I said I am done. We got him breathing and was fine after some ICU but I didn’t handle it well. Some people have that some don’t. I am in the don’t category.
That mostly works for me, except sometimes at work, because people could die if x doesn’t happen.
So, yeah, SP’s version of “serenity now” works for me.
I hear you, Sister! That Black Dog has been nipping at my heels since I was a shaver. Fuck him to death!
Sorry for all the links tonight gang, hope it’s not too much. Although I do have to work tomorrow, I’m not ready to go to bed yet!
I blame TRUMP:
CNN
@CNN
Is the novelty of hearing all your favorite Christmas songs on repeat wearing a little thin? Here’s who to blame.
https://twitter.com/CNN/status/1210074276692418560?s=20
This Christmas was really good. The 3 yr old got a bike, and he would sleep with it he loves it so much.
The 18 month old seems to like her new play kitchen and cuttable velro vegetables. She was hilarious at Christmas eve service being silly. Typical pastor’s kid. My wife preached at a church she interimmed at. She left the call 18 month ago, so it was nice that the dwindling congregants that were still around got to see the kids.
The wife and I had no surprises this year for our gifts.
@CPRM, I’ve been cogitating for a couple of hours and I only wanted to drop a couple of suggestions for youn case they became feasible in the future.
IIRC, the C in your moniker her for Catholic, no? If not, my bad. If so, do you go to church? If you do, is your dating pool nonexistent?
Do you have any interests that would lend themselves to meeting people?
Yes, yes, you’re here so I can assume you have some measure of introversion/hermitishness/I-hate-people-ness, but you aren’t going to get laid by not going out of your house and avoiding people.
I also realize you are not currently employed and are looking, and that lack of funds might hinder your progress toward meeting women by limiting what you can physically go do, unless you get really creative with date ideas.
Ask yourself this: Where would a woman you would find interesting hang out? Movies? D&D? Record stores? (Don’t look at me like that, they still exist.) Bookstores? Libraries? Grocery stores? Local community theater? Local clubs that get together and do things? (For example, I ran across a geocaching club on Craigslist.)
So once you get your employment situation straightened out and smooth, perhaps you could spare the emotional energy and money to put yourself out there more. Pur yourself in pkaces that interest you and where you are interesting, and your odds of finding someone will go up.
Fair to middling looks and a devil-may-care attitude held me in good stead when I was a young Festus. Laugh at her jokes, make sure that she laughs at yours. I stopped notching sometime after fifty and settled down at 25 years old. If 50+ willing girls will be with a gargoyle like me there is hope for any lonely guy.
Was that 50+ girls all at the same time or were you rounding them up in smaller groups over the evening?
A gentleman never tells (tally sticks).
I remember having a conversation with a couple dudes who were talking about how many women they had slept with – not a bragging thing, just kinda talking about experiences. When they asked me I answered – “I didn’t know I was supposed to be adding them up and kinda lost count.”
It was a long bus trip home from the City in 1989. I started putting things together and decided I wasn’t going to be like that anymore. Not that there is anything particularly wrong with that but I settled down pretty quickly. Just because you can do something doesn’t mean that you should.
A buddy of mine had been living here (Japan) for a few years, chasing skirts like it was all that mattered. On day he realized that he was wasting a lot of time in that one pursuit and got more serious about life in general. He ended up starting a few businesses which he sold a couple years back for enough money to live comfortably from now on.
It was a trip to Mexico, really the aftermath. Knowing that I’d used the same hackneyed come on lines for a week with girls that I’d never see again. (Pointing out the constellations whilst sitting on the beach) I just felt empty. The Kervorka remains but the spirit is weak.
Nobody believes me when I say this. I tell them that if you’re not keeping an active count and it’s not a “small” number it’s surprisingly easy to lose track.
When they are skeptical that I can’t go back now and memory-count them I usually ask a question like “how many movies did you rent from Blockbuster? I’m sure that they were all memorable enough that you should be able to go back and count them up now.”
And just to clarify I’m not saying that the women meant as little to me as a Blockbuster rental, just saying that there are plenty of movies that I’ve rented/watched/enjoyed that I would absolutely remember seeing but couldn’t just pull from my brain if I was making a list.
i believe his handle stands for constitutional property rights minarchist. But is papist friendly.(;))
One of my best/worst Christmas memories was the ski coat debacle. I spent upwards of $300 bucks buying my Ex a ski jacket. We had recently taken the sport back up and were doing ok financially. This was 1993 dollars. She opened it on Xmas morning and was horrified. Kept on about it for the rest of the day and into the night until her own family told her that she was being obnoxious. Her family taking my side in any tilt was a huge victory. She eventually took the jacket back for an exchange but never apologized. In all fairness, the jacket would have made her resemble a California Raisin on the slopes but that was not my intent. Seeing her Sister tear her a new one over Xmas turkey was a sight to behold and a cherished memory.
Shorter version – Melanie didn’t want to wear The Puffy Coat.
I see why she is your ex.
Sold my hockey gear and everything else that I cherished when she found out I was dating my current wife. Mean girl that I’d been pursuing since I was fifteen. Don’t realize your dreams, people. There be Tygers. Second time I did that as a matter of fact. Slow learner.
Not quite over yet
https://youtu.be/6bkwuAzts9o
Ok, still Xmas window shopping. Not a suit and tie guy, but I love the look of tweed
https://youtu.be/wGpVv126AHM
I watched that and I kept screaming internally “Stop touching me you Poof!”
I’ve been kind of meh on the Nikka stuff I’ve tried before, but the From The Barrel is quite alright. Too bad it’s priced a bit higher here, or it might be a regular sipper.
My hubs pretty much passed out on the couch.
I asked if he wanted to go to bed, he said “yes” but then fell asleep again. So put a blanket over him and a neck pillow.
Yeah, I’m an enabler
Odds are he won’t even remember the interaction, so leave him where he is.
Happy Boxing day!
Left over turkey and gravy for breakfast. Mmmmmmm.
I had a sandwich.
Funnily enough I woke up at 3am this morning. Not the usual, groggily look over at the clock, note the time and am thankful I can try for a few more hours sleep, but the “There’s no chance I’m getting back to sleep” kind of awake.
Now I’m in my cube at work, hoping it won’t get to 84 in the office again.
Mornin UCS.
Mornin’ How are things beyond breakfast?
Good. Christmas was great and low key. Everyone had a good time, especially the children.
Anticlimactic having to return to work this morning, but I got to pay the bills.
https://www.wtae.com/article/police-uber-driver-opens-fire-in-self-defense-man-says-passengers-were-assaulting-him/30326096#
I must not be all together, I thought the story was going to be about a self-driving car shooting someone.
I tried to find a good Knight Rider clip to link to, but then realized the futility.
Oh well. Thanks for trying.