We’re approaching zero hour on 2009 and I couldn’t shrug my shoulders harder if I goddamn tried. Work is busy and I’m attempting to purchase trinkets for everyone I know by next week. Me and spacebee and belly and wwhazz ate at Pedros-Pedros-may-keen-mayx-ee-can the other night after a night of shopping. It was a grand ol’ time, especially that deep-fried Snickers bar for dessert.
Not much goings-on elsewhere so I’d like to frankly discuss the 1964 classic Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. Thusly: it’s not entirely clear to me just what drugs the creators were using, but I salute them and their efforts. In a story ostensibly about the titular reindeer the spotlight instead falls upon (a) an elf desperately seeking a career in dentistry and (b) a north woodsman with a revolver hanging from his belt that clearly has mental problems. It seems to me that the writers wanted to craft a different story entirely but were forced by the General Electric corporation to adapt their lunacy into a framework descended primarily from a one minute Christmas tune. I don’t know whether the coercion took the form of ducats or whippings– the result is the same. Also: everyone really hated that fucking Rudolph. They just shit on him and shit on him until he saved the goddamn day. He should have pooped in Santa’s mouth.
For those not on the spacebook, my concise review of How the Grinch Stole Christmas:
Zachery Moneypenny feels that the grinch was right to hate those whos- did you see the lunatic instruments they endlessly played?! How bout this: I’ll buy your downstairs neighbor a musical abomination consisting of a bowling ball, a huge metal pipe, and CHIMES and we’ll see if a steampunk xray machine detects any heart shrinkage on YOU.
I have nothing else to say about that shit. Let’s all get together some Thursday night and watch star trek dvds. I have one season on dvd (five, I think?) and can provide whiskey.
Everyone else out there: HAVE A GODDAMNED MERRY XMAS!