Monday, December 25, 2006

What day is it, boy?

Every Christmas morning, I get the urge to throw open the window and shout down to the first person I see, "What day is it, boy?". Of course, this would not actually work in my neighborhood, but this year I'm traveling, and it might have worked, if there had been anyone in the street. Sigh. Well, a person can dream. A person can dream.

My Christmas present to you is a picture of a chihuahua with a gun. Yes, a chihuahua with a gun. Because nothing says Peace on Earth, and Good Will Towards all Men, better than a chihuahua with a gun.

And yes, Tiny Tim did not die, and Scrooge became like a second father to him, and the very next Christmas he sent away to Mexico and was able to give Tiny Tim the thing he desired most in the world, a chihuahua with a gun.

Merry Christmas.

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Merry Christmas, ya old savings and loan!

If you don't get that reference, I can't help you.

Merry Christmas, everybody.

Friday, December 08, 2006

I nailed it!

A while back, I blogged that I thought the idea of a new space race to the moon was a stupid idea. Even with today's technology, I think all of the nations who wish to go back to the moon should band together and go as a team. Well, guess what?


The Russians want to join in on our plan for exploration of, and an eventual base on the moon.

Maybe they read my blog. Naaaaaaaah.