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Today went well, with far less travel than usual. Instead of trying to see three different families, events organised themselves to have us only see one family, at one location.
This is good since the last time I have ventured out at this time of year I had a nasty run in with the fat man.
We made it home without serious incident, relaxed, enjoyed each others company as the afternoon wore on with quiet conversation and then the movie night started. This is a new tradition I am hoping to roll in on a yearly basis. The idea is that those escaping from families, or having none local, or just wanting to hang out with friends, can come and watch movies with no particular theme. I stress the "no particular theme". Bring a movie, bring some food, bring a drink and have some fun!
The first guests arrived a little late and we began to watch some strange movie about nasty things being buried in the desert of some middle eastern country. I always wondered why they called it the middle esat, since it isn't really in the middle of much, and not really east of much either. Still, the movie seemed to roll on with a very predictable bent, leaving us wondering if we had spent the time wisely or not.
I was just about to put the next film on when a new guest arrived. He didn't park out the front like the others, oh no. He landed on the roof. That's right, the jolly fat man had come to visit. Ho, ho, ho.
When I posted the open invite to a movie night, I certainly didn't expect my arch nemesis to arrive. I hoped that I was no longer on his naughty list.
This is one guy who you don't want to piss off - believe me, he has connections. Did you know that the Easter Bunny can leave you interesting chocolate coloured presents that aren't made of chocolate? Not a good way to wake up, I can tell you! And trying to escape from coloured tin wrappings can really foil your day. I am not eggsagerating!
After hearing the telltale crunch upon the roof, I knew what was coming. I exited my front door, and looked up just in time to see friggin' Rudolph unload a pile of partially processed grass upon my lawn from over the edge of the roof top. With gritted teeth, and manic expression, I invited the man in. He laughed a jolly laugh, tapped his nose, jumped out of the sleigh and slid down my chimney.
At this point in time, I feel it important to note that I have never, ever, cleaned my chimney. Yet somehow the Kringle managed to get through it unmarked by any trace of soot. Damn.
I entered my domicile in the regular fashion, so as to demonstrate what the front door is actually for, and greeted the fellow as best I could. My Lady Python was graciously offering him a drink, which turned from the apple juice she offered into whiskey by the time he held it in his gloved hand. I smelled the telltale odor of x-mas corruption.
Warily I looked around and noticed my very carefully planned non-denominational, creed free household had suddenly gained a strong sense of twinkling coloured lights, flashy fake metal glitzy decorations, sprouted green leaves and holly bushes everwhere, and over every ladies head in the house was dangling friggin' mistletoe. Yes folks, my house had been infected with x-mas cheer.
Damn it.
Reflections of Buffy the Vampire Slayer movie went through my head, leaving me wondering if Nick was like a vampire. As you may recall, the school invited all of the student body to the prom, whether they lived or not, and thus a whole bunch of vamps were able to crash the party. Since I had neglected to state that only friends known to me or My Lady Python were invited, here I hada vampan extra guest turn up.
Well, I had some good videos to put on that I was sure would fix that. I headed to my very select horror section to select a movie, only to be horrified in return. All of my movies had a pro-santa theme. I might as well have been watching free-to-air television with the drivel my movie selection had turned into. Grrr.
I grinned, as sweet dripped from my brow, to show that I was not phased by the corruption of my house. Instead, I calmly opened the draw to my ultimate hold out weapon - the x-mas themed movie that I held in reserve, just in case this dreaded turn of events ever happened.
You know those nights where you wake up in a cold sweat, or perhaps even a hot sweat? I don't mean the ones where you are wondering where that most luscious of morsels went, I mean the ones where you are holding back a blood curdling scream so that you don't disturb all of the people doing their best to sleep through the night. The ones where the shear fear of the dream will keep you up all night, resisting sleep through the day, only to try desperately hard not to fall asleep that night, just in case the horrid nightmare continues.
That happens to me, and usually about my fears for this time of year. While I can't over power thebast saint, I can be sneaky about what I do.
I reached for the video of doom. Yes folks, I had two movies in reserve for this night. Holding the jacket for "The Nightmare Before Christmas" in my hand, listening to the appreciative expectation of my audience, while I slid the other movie into the DVD player, hoping against horror, that this would work.
I feverishly grabbed the dvd remote, desperately trying to skip past any bits that would warn my beguiled audience what it was they were about to see.
And then my masterpiece clicked in.
Two DVD's - $35
Months of interrupted sleep - Two baggy eyes
Seeing the expression on my arch nemesis' face as he realise's the movie he is about to have to watch is "The Hebrew Hammer" - priceless.
Yes folks, the x-mas theme of the film had successfully hidden it from the cheery magic of the fat one.
He made some excuse about having to deliver a few more presents around the world and buggered off. He could have taken all his decorations with him, but no, he was in too much of a rush. Hey, is anyone out there looking for some cheap x-mas themed decorations? Check out my add on e-bay.
I think I won this year. I wonder what the next will bring.
Oh, by the way - don't eat the odd smelling Easter eggs.
This is good since the last time I have ventured out at this time of year I had a nasty run in with the fat man.
We made it home without serious incident, relaxed, enjoyed each others company as the afternoon wore on with quiet conversation and then the movie night started. This is a new tradition I am hoping to roll in on a yearly basis. The idea is that those escaping from families, or having none local, or just wanting to hang out with friends, can come and watch movies with no particular theme. I stress the "no particular theme". Bring a movie, bring some food, bring a drink and have some fun!
The first guests arrived a little late and we began to watch some strange movie about nasty things being buried in the desert of some middle eastern country. I always wondered why they called it the middle esat, since it isn't really in the middle of much, and not really east of much either. Still, the movie seemed to roll on with a very predictable bent, leaving us wondering if we had spent the time wisely or not.
I was just about to put the next film on when a new guest arrived. He didn't park out the front like the others, oh no. He landed on the roof. That's right, the jolly fat man had come to visit. Ho, ho, ho.
When I posted the open invite to a movie night, I certainly didn't expect my arch nemesis to arrive. I hoped that I was no longer on his naughty list.
This is one guy who you don't want to piss off - believe me, he has connections. Did you know that the Easter Bunny can leave you interesting chocolate coloured presents that aren't made of chocolate? Not a good way to wake up, I can tell you! And trying to escape from coloured tin wrappings can really foil your day. I am not eggsagerating!
After hearing the telltale crunch upon the roof, I knew what was coming. I exited my front door, and looked up just in time to see friggin' Rudolph unload a pile of partially processed grass upon my lawn from over the edge of the roof top. With gritted teeth, and manic expression, I invited the man in. He laughed a jolly laugh, tapped his nose, jumped out of the sleigh and slid down my chimney.
At this point in time, I feel it important to note that I have never, ever, cleaned my chimney. Yet somehow the Kringle managed to get through it unmarked by any trace of soot. Damn.
I entered my domicile in the regular fashion, so as to demonstrate what the front door is actually for, and greeted the fellow as best I could. My Lady Python was graciously offering him a drink, which turned from the apple juice she offered into whiskey by the time he held it in his gloved hand. I smelled the telltale odor of x-mas corruption.
Warily I looked around and noticed my very carefully planned non-denominational, creed free household had suddenly gained a strong sense of twinkling coloured lights, flashy fake metal glitzy decorations, sprouted green leaves and holly bushes everwhere, and over every ladies head in the house was dangling friggin' mistletoe. Yes folks, my house had been infected with x-mas cheer.
Damn it.
Reflections of Buffy the Vampire Slayer movie went through my head, leaving me wondering if Nick was like a vampire. As you may recall, the school invited all of the student body to the prom, whether they lived or not, and thus a whole bunch of vamps were able to crash the party. Since I had neglected to state that only friends known to me or My Lady Python were invited, here I had
Well, I had some good videos to put on that I was sure would fix that. I headed to my very select horror section to select a movie, only to be horrified in return. All of my movies had a pro-santa theme. I might as well have been watching free-to-air television with the drivel my movie selection had turned into. Grrr.
I grinned, as sweet dripped from my brow, to show that I was not phased by the corruption of my house. Instead, I calmly opened the draw to my ultimate hold out weapon - the x-mas themed movie that I held in reserve, just in case this dreaded turn of events ever happened.
You know those nights where you wake up in a cold sweat, or perhaps even a hot sweat? I don't mean the ones where you are wondering where that most luscious of morsels went, I mean the ones where you are holding back a blood curdling scream so that you don't disturb all of the people doing their best to sleep through the night. The ones where the shear fear of the dream will keep you up all night, resisting sleep through the day, only to try desperately hard not to fall asleep that night, just in case the horrid nightmare continues.
That happens to me, and usually about my fears for this time of year. While I can't over power the
I reached for the video of doom. Yes folks, I had two movies in reserve for this night. Holding the jacket for "The Nightmare Before Christmas" in my hand, listening to the appreciative expectation of my audience, while I slid the other movie into the DVD player, hoping against horror, that this would work.
I feverishly grabbed the dvd remote, desperately trying to skip past any bits that would warn my beguiled audience what it was they were about to see.
And then my masterpiece clicked in.
Two DVD's - $35
Months of interrupted sleep - Two baggy eyes
Seeing the expression on my arch nemesis' face as he realise's the movie he is about to have to watch is "The Hebrew Hammer" - priceless.
Yes folks, the x-mas theme of the film had successfully hidden it from the cheery magic of the fat one.
He made some excuse about having to deliver a few more presents around the world and buggered off. He could have taken all his decorations with him, but no, he was in too much of a rush. Hey, is anyone out there looking for some cheap x-mas themed decorations? Check out my add on e-bay.
I think I won this year. I wonder what the next will bring.
Oh, by the way - don't eat the odd smelling Easter eggs.
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