Happy Day-After-Thanksgiving (or as our ancestors called it, "Turkey Detox Day"). I am happy to hear that Mary is feeling better, thanks to modern drug technology. I am happy that some of us got to enjoy the MST Turkey Day marathon. If you missed it and want to catch up, it's streaming all weekend on Pluto TV, which is still a planet, and which is also a free thing that lets you watch TV on your computer or such.
My proudest moment of the day was being retweeted by Trace B. If you're on Twitter, you should follow him. And all the others associated with MST3K - they are all there. Josh Weinstein, Frank Conniff, and Bill Corbett in particular have very good accounts, full of amusing/intelligent stuff, as well as info about any projects they're involved with. On that note, Bill has a new book out that seems perfect for holiday gift-giving. I'd give you links and photos and stuff, but's about time you stood on your own two feet and searched Amazon on your own. Plus, I am using an outdated browser to try to post this, and I don't know what I'm doing. So, find it yourself, and buy it if you are so inclined and want to encourage Bill to give up his life of crime.
In other, wingnutty, news, I was going to share with you the first volley of the seasonal War On Christmas, but it was so stupid it made my head hurt. Plus, I am too lazy to bother with copying it and trying to format it here using Internet Explorer. But it's by that guy who opines at Fox News and Townhall - you know the one: Squirrely Joe. Anyway, he tells of the most horrendous battle he's ever encountered in this war, one reported by a single news source, which themselves cite only a couple of named sources, who basically say, "Don't you have any real news to uncover?" The story is as follows: it seems that an elementary school cancelled their plans to take students to see "The Nutcracker" ballet, but then they quickly changed their minds once the LSD kicked in. Reasons for this horrendous affront to all that is good and holy (i.e., talking about not taking squirmy little kids with ADD to see a ballet) vary: Squirrely Joe says it's because the ballet features a Christmas tree. An unnamed gossip in the TV news story says it was because some parents or PTA members thought that the ballet might offend somebody - some liberal-type who might object to this Christian tale of a girl given a phallic-symbol that comes to life and fights with mice.
Anyway, you can look up that column too if you want to. Just search for "War on Christmas" "Nutcracker" and "liberal elementary school out to destroy Jesus in the name of politically correct hatred of male ballet dancers." Or something. I've got to go. I am only posting this because I am high on Clorax fumes. Bye for now.
P.S. Here is the link to the War on Christmas piece:
"zombie Black Friday"
Hey now. Don't go blaming this horror on US...
I do enjoy the classic seasonal war stories, so I'll have to pour a glass of mulled wine and check this soldier out.
On a more scientific note: Sheri, I think you may have achieved an Alexander Fleming-like feat of serendipitous discovery. Since so many people cry out for brain bleach after reading even an abstract of a wingnut column, huffing Clorox beforehand might prove to be the perfect prophylaxis!
The Hallmark Channel (now known as Hallmark Movies & Mysteries) has been bravely defending the besieged North Pole regime since Halloween, with nonstop Christmas glurge movies.
Some titles, from the TWC program listing: A Christmas Cottage, The Case For Christmas, A Christmas Visitor, Finding John Christmas, Love's Christmas Journey, The Town Christmas Forgot, An Old-Fashioned Christmas, The Christmas Blessing, and on and on into the foreseeable future.
I imagine that somewhere, a faraway planet is receiving a stray video broadcast of only this channel, and assuming it represents the sole endeavor of our world, or perhaps adopting it as a central tenet of their own culture, like in those old Star Trek TOS episodes.
In any case, apparently I'll have to wait until next year to see an episode of Perry Mason again.
I went to the grocery store. That went fine...
Chris, while reading your comment, I read "A Christmas Visitor" as "A Christmas Fister".
I may be going to hell, now.
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