Year: 2012

Fuck Christmas some more

Not that I really needed any justification for this sentiment, but I heard my first Christmas music of the year in Barnes & Noble the campus bookstore this afternoon. What song was it? That stupid bloody “buy my dying mama shoes in case she meets Jesus on Christmas Eve” bilge, followed by some horrifically depressing and funereal organ performance of “Hark the Herald Angels Sing” that nearly had the whole store in tears.

If I’d had any Christmas spirit to begin with, I surely would have lost it right then and there.

Road trip photos

In case you care, photos from the Toronto-Montreal trip a few weeks back are now posted. I know I sort of fell down on the job when it came to the narrative. Blame it on an exceedingly busy month. I’ll try to rectify that soon.

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Videolog: Remembrance Day

B-Movie
Remembrance Day (1981)

As with “Nowhere Girl”, there’s no legitimate video. This clip from a 2006 reunion tour was the best I could do. Or you could just listen here. Coincidentally, it popped up in the shuffle today, too. Maybe the iPhone knows what day it is…

Videolog: Fuck Christmas

Fear
Fuck Christmas (1982)

Burned by the past two Christmases, which pretty much defined the term “suck”, I’m now done with it. As of this year I will no longer pretend that I care anymore. I’ll do the two obligatory family things unless I can find a good excuse not to but otherwise I’m skipping the whole damned thing from here on out. Suggestions for a new low-carb December tradition are welcome.

Yes, that means you don’t have to buy me a present.