It's superb owl weekend! Yay!
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
Yes, we get it. It's snowing on the east coast. I made you a fire so you could warm up.
Now, could we please put something else on the news? I'm sure there are other things going on in the country, and there's also this whole other place called "the rest of the fucking world" that really doesn't give a shit.
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
Friday, January 16, 2015
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
The title just kinda popped into my head. I always get a general funk going during the holidays, for no real reason -- I have a really fucking great life. Many, many people don't, and so many other useless shitheads are actively trying to make sure that the rest of us get dragged down, or way too often just plain killed. It gets old, and I get tired, and I'm have a hard time being cheerful or funny. Woe is me. Enough of that. I want to lighten the mood.
This year with the right's War On Blahs® and War On Teh Poors™ going so well the War On Christmas© hasn't been in the news as much. But it's still going on! So, to remind us all, here's something I wrote last year, when I, y'know, actually wrote stuff instead of the other typical useless shit I post at this joint. Anyway, here's another (hopefully amusing) re-run, The War On Christmas: Battle Of The School Concert (originally posted, December 19, 2013):
It was a brisk, drizzle-filled night, as the troops marched toward the festively lit auditorium. The mood was generally light and upbeat, as the least religious place in the country did not expect the other side to put up much of a fight. Oh how we were wrong. So, so wrong.
It started innocently enough, with a packed house facing an undecorated stage filled with chairs for the band and a raised choir platform. A few of the troops glanced suspiciously at the decorated tree next to the sound board, but didn't think much of it. A generally optimistic platoon chatted lightly as some students took the stage.
Then, suddenly, we were under assault! Without even a chance to realize what was happening, the choir broke into "Oh Come All Ye Faithful." I watched veterans wince and writhe in agony, some barely able to hang onto their seats as the onslaught battered them. How was this happening? We knew no battle plan survives after the first shots are fired, but we were so unprepared for this. How could we be so naïve?
The strong among us fought back, glaring and grimacing menacingly at the stage until this first volley was past. Expecting our valiant troops to fire back with shouted boos and hisses, we hardened veterans were shocked to see our fellow soldiers applauding heartily! What is this treachery? Had we been infiltrated unknowingly by Christmas troops? It's like they knew our every move before we could react. This was going to be a bloodbath.
At this point the more experienced among us realized we must hold our ground as best we could and hope for a chance to retreat and regroup. This was a wholly unexpected attack from heretofore unknown quarters of the enemy, somehow secreted away in our former bastion of safety. Was everything we knew a lie? They had recruited our own kin against us! This must not, cannot, be allowed to succeed!
As the troops exchanged worried glances, the next assault began... But lo, what is this!? It's "Winter Wonderland"! Huzzah! All is not lost -- to arms! To arms!
Buoyed by this turn in the battle, we knew we still had a chance. Our children had not fully succumbed. The battle would go on... and on... and on...
After an hour and forty minutes of back-and-forth, the troops on both sides were bloody and bruised. Some had slumped in their seats, either dead or feigning so to avoid further agony. Overall the battle was almost even with many casualties on both sides, but we had the upper hand. Then the choir appeared alone, with hardbound books cradled gently in their outstretched hands. What is this? What fiendishness do they have planned now?
The grinning choir leader then announced... A LATIN MASS! But how... why... This just isn't possible. The dejected remaining troops were visibly taken aback, a stunned silence reigned, but we held firm. We couldn't let them beat us, not after making it this far.
Oh, were we not prepared for what followed. Endless indecipherable Latin, ebbing and flowing, rising to a hopeful crescendo of "Hallelujah, hallelujah" -- this certainly must be the end -- no, there are still more pages in that dastardly book of theirs. It went on... and on... and on...
And on... and on... until finally, after 20 long minutes of brutality, it was over. We sat stunned, shocked at this terrible savagery. Where could this have come from? Here, in our stronghold? It was inconceivable. How could they win here of all places? We were ruined.
And then, just as we prepared to gather the dead and retreat, defeated, the choir leader approached her microphone... What, is it not done? What horror can you further inflict on us, you MONSTER? We braced ourselves, we were surely all doomed... What is she preparing to say? Just get it over with!
"Have a nice night, happy holidays!"
Huzzah! The battle was long and many were lost. In the end, we managed the ultimate victory! Oh the joy, the relief!
This day will live forever as one of the greatest battles in this long war. May our valiant troops around the world take heart and never give up. Stay strong warriors, stay strong!
Happy holidays indeed.
Monday, December 15, 2014
No, this post is not about that racist fuckhead Santa and his shithead reindeer all ganging up on the shiny-nosed Montgomery Ward's mascot. No, this is just lazy blogging.
There was an anniversary recently. You know the one. Nothing's changed in two years, and I don't have anything more to add than what I did two years ago so I'm just gonna point you all to that and get back to our regularly-scheduled shittyness.
Happy holidays, I hope you don't get shot.
Wednesday, December 3, 2014
1. (of two communities in conflict) the practice of repeatedly blaming the other side and referring to events from the past
I have no idea why this word seems so relevant at this point in time. No idea at all. But I'm definitely gonna start using it more.
Here, have some music from a good Portland band:
You should buy the album.