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Turn the other cheek so I can hit it

Wednesday, December 28th, 2011

Apparently the Holy Church of the Sepulchre isn’t the only victim of monk-to-monk combat.

And look out fellas, we’re in the age of video…

This is a picture I did not take

Monday, December 26th, 2011

of two men, in Russian mafia tracksuits, walking goats on leashes through the grounds of the local hospital.

Christmas content, stories

Tuesday, December 20th, 2011

So I gave you a few Christmas songs to enjoy, and have one to add (courtesy of Cathy at Cultureguru): Tim Minchin’s “White Wine in the Sun”.

And I also have some stories to go with the holiday season….

1. Now a holiday classic, I give you David Sedaris and “Six to Eight Black Men”. I dare you not to laugh.

Unlike the jolly, obese American Santa, Saint Nicholas is painfully thin and dresses not unlike the pope, topping his robes with a tall hat resembling an embroidered tea cozy. The outfit, I was told, is a carryover from his former career, when he served as a bishop in Turkey.

2. A little fun from Mr Gaiman with “Hanukkah with bells on“. Trees are pagan, and therefore for all of us.

We were not jealous of friends who got Christmas presents. We were jealous of the friends with Christmas trees.

Limited Christmas content

Saturday, December 17th, 2011

I am not a fan of Christmas carols, traditional, new or otherwise. Especially if they are on a loop while one is trying to get any purchases made in the weeks leading up to the big day. My shopping is all done, mind you, but then I forget that it is coming up to Christmas and sometimes wonder into a mall by mistake because I need to get new socks or something and then there’s the loop of carols and I wind up wanting to take out a family of saunterers. I hate saunterers.

With 3 exceptions.

1. Band-aid/Do They Know It’s Christmas (1984). I know it’s 80s schmultzy and despite the oodles of money raised, there are still hungry people. But this one gives me warm feelings and memories of freaking awesome hair. At the time, these were the singers that were rocking my world. Bono was still inspirational back then and George Michael still had a voice. And Paul Young! I loved Paul Young.

2. David Bowie & Bing Crosby/Little Drummer Boy/Peace on Earth (1970). The lore is that Bowie was trying to mainstream and that Crosby didn’t know who the hell he was. The Peace on Earth part is original by Bowie, btw. Just lovely voices and an original mashup.

3. The Pogues featuring Kirsty MacColl/Fairytale of New York (1987). Irish. Boozy. Lovely. Ya scumbag, ya maggot. Happy Christmas.