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Here’s a warm happy holidays wish for everyone! May Santa bring you all the gadgets that you’ve ever dreamed of, along with a generous supply of batteries!
Like a lot of people, I’m taking off tomorrow to travel over the river and through the woods, for a family get-together. I’ll be back on Wednesday though to serve up a new review for your reading pleasure. :o)
If old St. Nick brings you something exciting, be sure and let us know!
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Ol’ Saint Nick
He’s a dic*
Left me nothing, that’s kinda sick
Then again, I’m Jewish, that’s the way the story falls
Gonna kick that fat b*st*rd in the (ahem…)!
Whoops! Sorry! Actually, this year, the fat b*st*rd (being myself, of course) bought me a theremin. A Moog Etherwave. It’s a hoot and a half to play. Oh, he (I) also got me a Roland Cube 20X amplifier to play the theremin with. There’s a chance he (I) might come back (if he can sell some stuff on Ebay) and get me a Microkorg analogue modeling synth.
When I was a kid, my parents used to make jokes that our chimney went straight to the furnace, so if that corpulent breaking-and-entering jolly ol’ elf were ever to try those shenanigans in our house, we’d be eating Roast Santa the next night.
Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
Makes a quite delicious lunch
And if you all come over
We can have a great big munch
All of the other reindeer
Were all a little bit too skint
But Rudolph’s cooked flesh is perfect
Especially with jellied mint
On this Boxing Day afternoon
Friends all came to say
“Rudolph, with such tender meat
You are such a joy to eat”
And how we all were sated
And we shouted out in turn
“Santa, you got away this year
NEXT year it will be YOU…who…burns!!!!!”
OK, that was terrible. Forgive me my trespass. I got into significant trouble when I was five years old for breaking it to my little Christian friend that there was no such thing as Santa Claus. There was much weeping, wailing and gnashing of teeth. He paid me back, though…for the next thirty-six years he tried very hard to convert me to save me from the fire and brimstone of aich-ee-double hockey sticks. Obviously, from the above missive, he failed miserably in his attempt and I am now doomed to roast forever in Satan’s rotisserie and have my tender bits nibbled off by starving imps.
Happy holidays! 🙂
Wow, me thinks that Mark has been having a wee bit too much of ‘Christmas cheer’ this week… ;o)
Ya know, Julie, I don’t ever drink. I won’t go near the stuff. I have zero tolerance for the way ethanol of any concentration interrupts the (usually) smooth flow of electrical discharge from synapse to synapse. Never done drugs, any of that stuff. Never robbed a bank, murdered anyone or even heisted artwork from the Louvre. I have never jumped off a tall building screaming “YAHOO!”, despite the call from the internet portal to garner free advertising. In short, I lead a rather dull, boring, sober, law-abiding existence. But I do go storm-chasing and I am addicted to gadgets and long, long streams of rambling text that make me out to be as much of an oddball as I am. And I am PROUD of that fact.
Hope your holiday was an amazing one, and that Santa (which is the anagram of Satan, by the way) brought you lots and lots of excellent toys and cleaned the reindeer poop off your roof before he left.