IT'S CHRISTMAS, DAMN IT!
Watched the claymation Rudolph the other day - awww, 70's retro goodness! My favorite line is from Rudolph's father to his mother, who wants to help him find Rudolph:
"No, you stay here; this is man's work."
BWAHAHAHA! So is hating your son for being different and making him ashamed for what sets him apart, driving him out of society, and creating the situation that eventually led you to have to go find him (and you didn't even do that right!).
Aww, 70's retro chauvinism!
Well, chauvinist or not, I love them; I'm downloading the rest of the claymation awesome. I need my fix of the Heatmiser and those cheesy songs!
I got all the christmas stuff out of storage today, and ready for exploding upon my house. I wiggled completely under my bed to get all the boxes out. I had a fleeting thought; what if there was an earthquake right now? It'd be pretty funny to be found, completely hidden under my own bed, with only my boots sticking out, like the Wicked Witch of the East? West? Well, she was wicked. And dead.
I used to have people over to help decorate, trim the tree, etc. Then I realized that it was annoying for me to see them doing it WRONG. Like they could possibly know my own quirks of decorating and christmas tradition. I like doing it myself, too - that way if I break an ornament, I've got only myself to yell at. I'll have peeps over once it's done, and they can wear snowman-shaped sunglasses to cut the glare of the 180,000 twinkling, flashing and strobing lights I'll string over anything that stands still long enough. Sip hot cocoa and apple cider from mugs that look like the reindeer glasses from National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation, while Elvis and Roy Orbison croon the christmas classics. And wear Santa hats. As cock cozys.
That reminds me - I've done a bondage scene using tinsel, but never with christmas lights. Project!
"No, you stay here; this is man's work."
BWAHAHAHA! So is hating your son for being different and making him ashamed for what sets him apart, driving him out of society, and creating the situation that eventually led you to have to go find him (and you didn't even do that right!).
Aww, 70's retro chauvinism!
Well, chauvinist or not, I love them; I'm downloading the rest of the claymation awesome. I need my fix of the Heatmiser and those cheesy songs!
I got all the christmas stuff out of storage today, and ready for exploding upon my house. I wiggled completely under my bed to get all the boxes out. I had a fleeting thought; what if there was an earthquake right now? It'd be pretty funny to be found, completely hidden under my own bed, with only my boots sticking out, like the Wicked Witch of the East? West? Well, she was wicked. And dead.
I used to have people over to help decorate, trim the tree, etc. Then I realized that it was annoying for me to see them doing it WRONG. Like they could possibly know my own quirks of decorating and christmas tradition. I like doing it myself, too - that way if I break an ornament, I've got only myself to yell at. I'll have peeps over once it's done, and they can wear snowman-shaped sunglasses to cut the glare of the 180,000 twinkling, flashing and strobing lights I'll string over anything that stands still long enough. Sip hot cocoa and apple cider from mugs that look like the reindeer glasses from National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation, while Elvis and Roy Orbison croon the christmas classics. And wear Santa hats. As cock cozys.
That reminds me - I've done a bondage scene using tinsel, but never with christmas lights. Project!