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My fourth blog. Amazing yet disconcerting. Don't worry; this'll go away in a year or so. |
What's up you guys? I know it's been... ![]() ![]() - What do you celebrate? - Talk about some people who deserve to be celebrated. - Research a celebration that you know little or nothing about and write about what you learned. - Write a prompt that you think your muse might like to write on. - Don't forget: THIS IS YOUR MUSE'S BLOG, NOT YOURS. (This is a prompt in itself.) - Let your creative side be the driving force in all of your (YOUR MUSE'S) entries." Initially, I had decided I wasn't gonna run an Unofficial "30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS" ![]() ![]() And I'm not doing this with the courtesy of a muse...sorry. I've taken the pains in previous entries to explain before that I don't have one (and I don't feel like looking back through over 1,000+ entries to see how I carefully worded my way around not having one or believing in the idea of one). Plus, it makes for better reading about not being into all-out celebrating if I'm also telling you without an all-out inspiration. What the industry might want here is a win-win; this is more like a settle-settle. Let's move on. You could say I celebrate Christmas...I'm good with that. But if you ask me what it means, I'll tell you...and it's all non-religical for me (but if you know me you already knew that about me). It's all about kids and seeing their faces light up with Santa's magic. However, I am no longer physically a child (mentally, on the other hand... ![]() Other than that, I don't have much to say about Christmas without being a downer...I just haven't been in the holiday spirit much in the last few years. I can't pinpoint one particular reason or cause, and I don't have a classic incident I can look back on and say that something happened to ruin all future holidays for me; I'm guessing (hoping even, maybe) that it's just situational, and maybe down the road I'll be more festive. ![]() ![]() #FestiveGoals: 2009 me, with the best hat decoration ever. Until then, like every other time of the year I'll do what I can and play my part in trying to make the best of everything. I have family and some friends to see, and I'm thankful for that. There will be food and fun and fellowship, good conversation, and mostly joy. Gimme that and a pack of menthols, and I'll do all I can to follow along and smile. ![]() ![]() Ya know what could actually get me in the holiday spirit (and encourage me to write a little bit more often)? Making fun of traditional Christmas music! Because nothing gathers people together better than their mutual and varied dislikes and distastes...and lizco252 has donned ye all in our gayest apparel and opened up her hearth so that we all may crowd around and join our voices in one giant off-key holiday cloud. This, ladies and gentlemen, is my foray into "Invalid Item" ![]() ![]() ![]() Today's selection is "Away In A Manger Spanger" (and I'm using my poetic license to change Spanger to Spamger because that's what I wanna do), and I'm gonna be honest...I have no idea what (besides the title) the lyrics to the original actually are. I don't think I've even sung this since elementary school (back when you could get away with singing religious holiday songs in public schools). According to Beth's forum, there's supposed to be a video or lyrics or something posted to go along with today's prompt...but since I'm jumping the gun a bit and want to get this done early this morning, let's see what I can find...(and not this ![]() Not what I was looking for, but it was the best I could find for not wanting to spend more than 10 minutes looking for a punk cover. Lyrics. ![]() Away Is The Spamger Away is The Spamger; no meat for my bread. The lord of gelled ham has left me unfed. Supermarket shelves are empty this year; all the old ladies stocked up in fear that a snowstorm would come and shutter them in, leaving them without their favorite ham in a tin. Now, I'm down with The Spamger, but I'll be ok... I'll make a cheese sandwich or a PB&J. As long as I know there'll be more to come, I can get by without processed swine on my tongue. Damn those old ladies who hoarded the Spam, but at least Tofurky ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Ok...well, look at that: it's not even 11am on a Sunday, and this may be the earliest I've ever written and completed a Sunday blog entry before. First time for everything, right? And that leaves me with plenty of time to grab some last-minute snacks for the Bills-Eagles game this afternoon (go Bills!)...I'll be doing my usual live-Tweeting nonsense (@fivesixer) if you like watching people make semi-asses of themselves on social media, and during commercial breaks I'll be plotting my bastardization of tomorrow's Christmas Carol Spam, "O Come All Ye Faithful Spamful". All you über-political types worried about some right-wing media-hyped War On Christmas are missing the point...the real battle is being waged by the ![]() ![]() |