
This is the last post you people are going to see out of me until the New Year---probably. I say probably for two reasons:
1. I'm not completely convinced that I can keep my opinions to myself for that long. So keep checking in between embarrassing office parties, family sit downs, and painful hangovers. You just never know, I might get inspired or bored.
2. I hate to see my hits drop below triple digits. This time of year the numbers go down like Monica Lewinsky at a cigar convention. The least you ingrates can do is take 2 seconds out of your daily lives to bolster my low self esteem.
Either way, you'll most likely need to seek wisdom and spiritual advice from your Pastor, Rabbi, or Shaman, or whatever, in my absence.
The Balloon Boy's parents, Richard and Mayumi Heene, got an early present from Santa. Jail time, probation, and a bill for close to 50 K. Dick got all weepy and shit, apologized profusely. The judge gave him 90 days, gave the lil lady only 20. He also gave Richard until Jan. 11th to spend time with his, soon to be as crazy as he is, kids for the holidays. Let's face it, those kids don't stand a chance in hell for any semblance of normalcy. I look forward to seeing them do some equally outrageous shit in the not too distant future. Something I had not heard before; Heene faked like he went into some kind of narcoleptic sleep fit when he was taking a lie detector test. I think his wife is a cousin of Yoko Ono. They resemble each other, so they must be related, right? What matters is that they are both as crazy as Arizona Road Lizards. God bless em.
Looks like it's gonna be a white Christmas, which neither excites me or puts me in a holiday spirit. I'll have to shovel snow, drive my girl back and forth to work, and the dogs will revolt and refuse to go outside. Anyway, I guess I'm sort of happy for you people with children, or those of you who think you still are. Go play in the snow, just stay out of my fuckin yard while you do it.
I really don't have anything earth shattering to reveal. Just want to wish everyone a merry/happy, Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, or Festivus. Thanks for taking time out of your day to read this shit when you should be working, I'm certain your bosses would approve. See you all back here after the holidays.
And a Merry Xmas to you too, you crusty old fart.
ReplyDeletethanks mm. same to you.
ReplyDeleteSame back at ya, MM. You are one of my favorite reads. I'm glad to know it isn't just my blog that's getting less hits lately.
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas, MM! I'm glad that my boss is really, really, really old and doesn't quite understand the internet, so doesn't get too upset when he catches me reading your blog at work :)
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas!Here is to your book in 2010
ReplyDeleteI'll be over for the airing of grievances and feats of strength in the morning.
ReplyDeleteHappy holidays MM.
Merry Christmas, good man.
ReplyDeleteMM, I've read your blog for some time, but never commented. Your blog is very entertaining, well-written, and it actually makes me think about things from new perspectives. I'll look forward to reading more posts in the new year.
ReplyDeleteThis fawning all over you is really irritating.
ReplyDeleteYou're kind of endearing, but not that good.
Merry Christmas.
Fawn, Fawn, Fawn, and Merry Christmas.
ReplyDeleteSo you're using the holidays as an excuse for not putting anything out???
ReplyDeleteWhat the snow drifts kept you from your computer?