Since 2003 I’ve not been on a plane. I don’t have fear of dying. Dying is afraid…
What a wonderful time of the year! Let’s all join hands and sing “Silent Night.”
Is that mistletoe? You scamp! Yes, more delicious eggnog for me, please!
This is my second B2L2 Christmas. I can’t remember what I wrote about last year. I’d look it up, but I’m just too dang busy having Christmas fun.
Let’s start a new tradition. Christmas is a great time of year to start new traditions. I’ve been kicking around a few ideas:
The Annual Obscenity-Laden Christmas Post
I try to avoid using obscene language in my work. Sometimes, however, one must drop a strategic f-bomb or something equally pungent in order to convey the full, uh, earthiness of one’s position.
Generally speaking, I don’t work blue, as the comics say. Swearing well comically is a talent. You must be a Carlin or a Pryor to pull it off. (Is it too early to add Louis C.K. to the pantheon? I think not. I’ll be throwing down my five bucks for the interweb special, Louis. But not right now. I’m slap-happy with Christmas cheer!)
But what if once a year – in the last post before Dec. 25, say – I just let it rip? Four-letter words, multisyllabic oedipal blasts, and good grief, Bob Johnson! I am busy trying to think up different ways to describe cursing without actually cursing! You are interfering with my steady progress toward a Nobel Prize, you insane mutt! Go chase a rabbit! (He never catches the rabbit.)