Year-End List With Murderous Robots
Not me and Mabel, but I have been a Grooge this year.
It’s a Christmas tradition that I just started last week. Because that’s how I roll.
- I saw Caprica. Monotheists and Polytheists are still going at each other in the Battlestar Galactica universe. I enjoyed it but it’s different than BSG so you have been warned. The calm before the storm is what we are seeing in this show. Seeing a Cylon say Daddy just about creeped me the hell out. You can see it yourself over at SyFy or Hulu right now because nothing says Merry Christmas like murderous robots.
- I still have not had a sausage ball. I blame Drunken Santa Elves for not making me any.
- Still a Grooge. Don’t think that’s going away this year. When I shake my fist at Santa every time he shows up on my television, I keep wondering if he’s going to get a restraining order on me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not down on Santa per se, I’m down on his damned Elves that won’t make me sausage balls. I only need two for pete’s sake.
- Everyone, please watch Craig Ferguson. That is all because a man that can do his 1,000th show only briefly appearing at the end and letting puppets host it might just be my celebrity doppelganger. Well, other than I’m not Scottish, not very funny and menopausal, but I still love me some puppets.
- Have you ever tried to do Christmas on $100 bucks? It’s … umm … challenging?
- I dream about other bloggers sometimes. I dreamed that Kleinheider was wearing Sherlock Holmes’ hat earlier this week. I have no idea why. He was sitting in a cubicle wearing it talking on the phone. This is not the first time I’ve dreamed of bloggers and hats. Is this something like the reporters/ghosts of SouthComm future and past? Weird.
- One of my grandmothers wasn’t the world’s greatest cook. One was the greatest cook ever. I’m just being honest. But when my grandmother Nell did something well, she knocked it out of the ballpark. With that said, I would weep tears of joy if I could have just one slice of her Coconut Cake right now.
- I say Merry Christmas, Happy Holiday, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa. Why, you ask, because it’s polite to be inclusive of everyone. It’s a holiday about love and respect.
- PUPPETS. No, the puppets are the cool part!! (See #4) With that said, can you imagine burning one with Santa? Actually, I can.
- I’m thinking of inviting some friends out for a yuletide Christmas hootenanny. Who’s in?
If it doesn’t conflict with Better Know a Christmas, I might be able to make it.
I don’t know why this is, but often people that are generally not very good cooks make the most fabulous coconut cake.
And I’ve had some pretty awful coconut cake made by people who are generally excellent cooks.
We Southern folks are particular about our coconut cake, tho, I know that much.
(The google ad was for Christmas cards.) Too Funny! I was looking for an appropriate Pagan solstice greeting to add to your politically correct list and found this lovely site: http://gospelpagan.wordpress.com/2006/12/21/winter-solstice-greetings/
I liked this from one of the poems:
“This shortest day,
As promise wakens in the sleeping land:
They carol, fest, give thanks,
And dearly love their friends,
And hope for peace.”