there is a rule wherever I live... no christmas decorations until after my birthday (12/10)... I actually don't give a shit about my birthday, it's just great leverage to postpone holiday crap.
if we had it my way it would be the weekend before... as it is i'm plenty happy with the weekend after my birthday.
Those of us who make gifts have to start Christmasing earlier than the tenth unless we want a merry embolism for Christmas.
make your gifts while listening to normal music and in the ordinary decor of your own home and we won't have a problem cowboy.
There's nothing worse than a problem cowboy.
I have spent the last 6 months trying to rid my attic of problem cowboys. Sons a bictches are in the walls I just know it.
you guys suck.
Around about now every year, when the tacky neon commerciality of the season is at it's most depressing and frenzied heights, I think it's important to take a moment to remind ourselves what's most important about this time of year, which is that I no longer work in a toy shop.
Fui quod es, eris quod sum. I once was what you are, you will be what I am - epitaph carved on Roman gravestones.
I heard this pretty amazing piece of work on the radio this morning. New Christmas album from Fred Schneider's new band.
so my boyfriend asked me to come over on my lunch break to hang out for a bit. before i left, he insisted upon giving me one of my christmas presents. what's funny is that it is the exact same thing i'm getting him! well, his won't be so girly, but he already has a camelbak, but it is a "summer" one and doesn't hold a snowboard. he wants one that holds a board, so i'm getting him one of those. the one he got me holds a board too. and it has a little zipper pouch in the arm to hold the spout thingy. i love it!!!!!!!
oh, and here's me decorating i'll have to post the decorated apt. pics whenever i find time to take them.
My ex always did the decorating, plus she had all these Christmas specials and movies she would play every weekend...by the 10th or 15th, I would get the spirit by osmosis.
This year, my Clausometer is shockingly low. My roommates put up a Christmas tree and lit it, but I haven't bothered to get out the little box of my ornaments that I barely remembered to rescue out of my ex's ridiculous collection.
However, this morning, I went to a retirement home and helped hand out Christmas cookies and such with my business referral group. A couple of guys brought their kids and they sang and gave homemade cards to the residents. It was simultaneously heartwarming and depressing. I'm planning on leaving this planet by age 80.
EDIT- If it gets too bad, I'm going to have to pull this out...
I was going to put this in the DIY thread, but I think this might be a wider audience. Some of the things are really hokey, but a few of them are pretty neat. I like the string wreath a lot.
This really should be in the confessions thread, but I'm going to pay 30 bucks and walk 3 blocks from the house tomorrow to go see Love Actually at Arclight. The damm DVD is right next to my nightstand.
2 oz blended whiskey
Juice of 1/2 lemon
1/2 tsp powdered sugar
1/2 slice lemon
Shake blended whiskey, juice of lemon, and powdered sugar with ice and strain into a whiskey sour glass. Decorate with the half-slice of lemon, top with the cherry, and serve.
I confess that I would love to join you, if geography weren't an issue. And my copy is roughly 10 feet away from me.
I confess that I love Love Actually. I used to not be ashamed of that, but HandBanana posted an article the other day that deconstructs it completely. It really is a ridiculous piece of crap. However, it still makes me want to spend Christmas in London.
I'd say you're more like Joe the homeless kid, Marc.
Dudley Moore WAS an elf. It's a ridiculous pile of 80s crap. Of course I've seen it 20 times.
"All of you coachella 'regulars' have nasty boy pussies and itchy dick4's on your asses.
Why don't you all make like a tree and get chopped down and die. You all have been dreadfully mean to me.
I Hate you. All of you. None of you will ever get to see a womans chest meat or finger blast hott cougies like me.
Fuck you all. Consider this my resignation.
Fair the well, you elitest scumbags."
— Faxman75, who has clearly had enough
OMG. That is hilarious.
(I also really hate the Christmas Shoe song. Also, the Hippopotamus song. And, I heard a song this morning called "Santa's Christmas Donkey".... Contemporary Christmas music in general just sucks. Even though I'm not at all religiously inclined, I'll take the old Christmas hymns over that crap any day.)
I hate all Christmas songs that are either sung by children or end with a children's chorus backing the singer. Gloria Estefan's "Christmas Through Your Eyes" (or something like that) comes to mind.