oh, jesus, its christmas eve

well here it is, christmas eve. i was dissapointed that i hadn't heard as much christmas music this year, but they've got it going on the radio @ work this morning, which is nice. i think all the artificial cheer in christmas music is deranged, and it entertains me to no end. its such a big holiday and it insists on being goofy, and thats awesome.



i love the forced manufactured nature of christmas. that and the narcotic effect it has on people. porsche and i were at walmart and porsche, who loves walmart, almost had an aneurysm because of all the people standing around. they could not be reached, they were lost in the holiday stupor. there's no helping it. santa takes hold and you just can't be bothered; you stand in the middle of the doorways at walmart, gob-struck, staring off into the lights.

you know, if anyone can unite the people again like hitler did, it'll be santa:



i'll get most of my schwag-haul this evening, at mom's christmas eve party! better yet, we don't have to go to the george family christmas eve after all--just stuff on christmas day. add in breakfast @ dad's house and i'll be done with this sweaty hog of a holiday!

if you are looking for last minute gifts for me, might i suggest HB pencils. any HB grade pencil. thanks.

or scotch. you know, thats always good.

here at warmth and green paper, our cockels are truly warmed by the holiday season, and so, in keeping with tradition, let me wish:

a happy christmachuanakwanzika to you and yours!