I, Pam, hereby resolve to get better aboutpassing the buckall the time. Yep, yep, I like it! Make your own resolution with the Random Resolution Generator.
Oh, okay. I don't usually make resolutions, but I will make a serious one right now: I resolve to finish my thesis in 2009.
We took a deep breath, we tensed our legs. We closed our eyes, ran forward, gave a primal yell and leaped into space. And before we knew it, the Christmas season was behind us.
How'd y'all do? Did you make it to the other side?
As my family can attest, when it comes to Christmas, I go through the five stages of grief between the day after Thanksgiving until approximately December 23. On that day, I finally lower my clenched fists from in front of my eyes and take a good look around. I revel in the cheesy yet touching traditions of the Christmas season, I sing along with the radio, I kiss people I barely know, and I appreciate all that humans do in celebration of our shared love of family and community. I finally welcome Christmas.
Tonight and tomorrow my family will be on the road and exchanging gifts up and down the Central Valley. I'm going to do my level best to stay off the computer on Thursday and Friday. Maybe just Thursday. Thursday morning. Thursday early morning. Well, you know what I mean. Quality time spent exclusively in the Analog World is in order.
So I'd like to take the opportunity today to wish everybody a very Merry Christmas. You're all terrific, and I enjoy your company so much!
Here are a few things from me to you, to make the season brighter.
NORAD tracks Santa - as of this writing, Santa is over North Korea. According to @Santaispissed, "Number one requested gift here is a damn New Kids on the Block CD."
Hell's bells, even my blog is getting in on the big 2008 bacon love-in. I deeply suspect Farmer John's and Oscar Meyer concocted the whole internet meme (especially this one) to get us to buy more bacon and help them weather the recession, but whatever! Bacon! Whatever!
What a rotten night. Lost Donder, Bonehead, and Meatball over
Germany (stupid anti-aircraft fire), had to jettison most of the toys
just to stay aloft, and when I got back home, I blew my landing and
took out a wing of the workshop. Boy, nothing clings to your hair and
clothes like the smell of burning elves.
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December 20, 1947
There sure are a lot of kids asking for their two front teeth these days.
I've got it. A nice harmless flash game. All you have to do is feed Mr. Sproutifarts his Brussel sprouts while keeping his, er, wind, well below the danger level. There now. Wasn't it worth stopping by?
We lurves the Facebook parodies. Here's Genesis on Facebook, and here's Pride and Prejudice. [thx Nancy]
Is your Congressperson wasting his or her staff's time on social media, corresponding with a lot of 15 year olds about the latest Weezer album or what have you, instead of working hard and earning your tax dollars? Find out with TweetCongress. Type in your zip code to see if your representative in Washington has a Twitter account. Then, come election time, you'll know exactly what you have to do.
Speaking of government reps on Twitter, this got posted yesterday at 4 pm by Arnold's staff. "BREAKING: Live press conference regarding state budget at 4:20pm athttp://gov.ca.gov." Really? 420? Holy shit. We knew it had to be bad news if Arnold's staff felt they had to warn us to get stoned first. (And it was.)
Everyone's getting into the holiday spirit. Even The Guild. Here they are, performing 'The Night Before Christmas', where the rare Christmas Worldspawn, Santa and his Eight Tiny Reindeer, are evil characters that must be destroyed within the Guild's multi-player WoW-type game. Is the Guild up to the challenge? (Might also watch Season One's Christmas special.)
As Andrew Sullivan says, "The season of good will is at our throats again." And nothing says schlocky like this timeless classic: "Christmas in Heaven" from Monty Python.
[My daughter accidentally posted this on my blog instead of her own. She decided to leave it here. It's a picture of our dog Sammy. I think his Photoshopped countenance looks better than certain vampire GFs we could name, don't you?]
It's Saturday, and there's a storm coming this weekend. After it hits and you're all stuck inside, you'll have plenty of time to enjoy the countdown to January 20 while reading the Red Phone Comics [via Fritinancy]. Basically, Dubya calls Obama and Clinton on the Oval Office's Red Phone to dole out wildly inappropriate advice. Hey, you can't blame him. GWB only has a few days left, and then he'll move the whole Bush clan to South America Dallas and we won't hear about him again until the tribunal.
Imagined dialogue between Angelina and Jennifer Lopez. See, here's the thing. I feel two ways about J.Lo. She's not the world's best actress, but heaven knows this hasn't stopped others before her. I'm a big fan of romantic comedies, but let's face it. Sometimes in the romantic comedy genre, real training in the craft is just a handicap. No, I think my problem is that J.Lo's looks and demeanor don't match her on-screen characters, in some indefinable way. But if she starred in a movie where she talked like this the whole way through, I'd go and see it, and I'd probably really love it and recommend it to y'all, just like I am now.
Go out in style! As Twitter's @redwhiteandnews said, "Finally, a way to advertise you're a douche even in the afterlife."
Christmas makes me a wild-eyed stress monster, and it always has. I don't think about the days leading up to Christmas logically, in terms of to-do lists, pleasurable tasks and nice family events. I resist all things associated with the holidays, and blow up when faced with something that ought to be done. I'm so predictable, in fact, that you could set your calendar by me.
For instance, it's December 10, right? Today is traditionally the day I wonder if I will really bother to mail Christmas cards this year. I celebrate December 10 by getting on the phone and picking a fight with my husband. It goes a lot like this:
Me: It's just that there's so much to do at Christmas. I'm so stressed, and you don't even know.
BB: Like what, sweetheart?
Me: Like, how about the Christmas cards? I wonder if they'll even get out this year. I wonder if you even thought about Christmas cards this year.
BB: I did think about Christmas cards.
Me: But you never thought about just doing them, did you? Huh?
BB: I thought about asking you how you wanted to handle --
Me: SEE? It's always all on ME!
At this point, having already experienced 20 Christmases as my husband, BB shifts the conversation with practiced ease to a less volatile topic, like Prop 8 or Zimbabwe.
Tonight, at his insistance, we will get out the cards and gather 'round the kitchen table to sign and address them. We will close December 10 with the traditional stamping o' th' mailers and a friendly game of Hide The Wyndham Hill Christmas Albums.
The sci-fi website io9 has thoughtfully collected all the HP6 preview videos that were shown on ABC Family this weekend. I must say, Lavender Brown is much more fetching than she seemed in the book. Hermione has some serious competition. And I want a pair of glasses just like Luna Lovegood's. I bet I'll be able to find them on Etsy in a few weeks.
Be sure and put Beedle the Bard on your Christmas lists so we can all dish after the holiday. What will happen to this quaint little concept book when Warner Brothers gets its hands on the movie rights? Could it really be movie material? Who should direct? Who should star? Will JKR amass enough of a fortune from a Beedle movie to buy Greenland and paint the whole thing in Gryffindor colors? Plus, if there's time, we might discuss the stories themselves.
All about Prop 8: The Musical - or more appropriately, Prop 8! I heard a rumor Marc Shaiman will be on Olbermann tonight, so I will keep an eye out.
The 'how to tie a tie' tie, from Stupid.com's gift collection for the discerning frat boy. I think this tie is brilliant, except looking at it produces a feedback loop in my head, and then I have to lie down a while.
The marriage calculator estimates your chances of getting a divorce. Proof, once again, as if we needed it, that statistics are a downer, man.
Mad Santa Claus - Help Santa take out his hostilities with this sick little game. Hey, this time of year can be stressful for the old guy.
Sleeping bulldog vs. the Cheeto [YouTube] - prepare to be shocked and amazed. Well, would you believe charmed and slightly disgusted?
Every year, Alek Komarnitsky of Lafayette, Colorado decorates the outside of his house with Christmas lights. [click the pic to biggify]
Amazing, wot? And here we were satisfied to put up one string and decorate our hedges this year.
Yes, he does all this to his house, his lawn, his driveway, his roof. And then he REALLY goes crazy. He sets up three webcams, and an X10 powerline control technology system that lets his viewers control the 20,000+
lights. They can even mess with Giant Santa and Homer Simpson, and make Hulk roar. Of course, with all the visitors, you can never be sure you control the lights at any given time. And the website is a bit confusing visually. But it's all in the spirit of holiday fun.
The Komarnitskys put this together every year in part to raise money to fight Celiac Disease, which both his children have. Alek says they've raised $30,000 toward research so far. Also, Alek wants us to know this house could be certified by Al Gore - the electricity for the decorations comes from wind power. It's an inconvenient truth! So be sure and visit the amazing webcam house online every evening, from now until Christmas.
I just found out that Flickr gathered all its public photography archives in one spot: The Commons.
Use their search function and prepare to waste a few hours.
(I love this dog photo from the Eastman House (Kodak) collection, 1885. The pipe and the bandages? And the caption? I think this could be the world's first LOLDOG.)
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