Noe hearts her little bro.

And her little bro is having a record release party tonight all the way over in Texas so since I can't be there, I'll pay tribute by poasting their myspace addy here:

http://www.myspace.com/resignedtofate

RTF til deaf!

Love. You. Goobie.



PS. It's punkmetalthrashhardcore in case you were wondering

And now for a Boxing Day tune....

You of course have to sing this to the melody of "Oh Chirstmas Tree."


Oh Christmas Fat, Oh Christmas Fat
I hope that you aren’t permanent.
Oh Christmas Fat, Oh Christmas Fat
I hope that you aren’t permanent.

You were not here two weeks ago
Now I shall have to do tae-bo
Oh Christmas Fat, Oh Christmas Fat
I hope that you aren’t permanent

If anoyone out there has a stanza to add, by all means...

Blogging on Christmas. What a loser.

I have V* and Gerard Manley Hopkins to thank for my favourite Advent reflection this year:

Now burn, new born to the world,
Doubled-naturèd name,
The heaven-flung, heart-fleshed, maiden-furled
Miracle-in-Mary-of-flame,
Mid-numbered He in three of the thunder-throne!
Not a dooms-day dazzle in his coming nor dark as he came
Kind, but royally reclaiming his own;
A released shower, let flash to the shire, not a lightning of fire hard-hurled.

--from "Wreck of the Deutschland"

It's a mystery. A chicken mystery.

As I was travelling around London this weekend I came to a conclusion: Londoners love them some fried chicken.

I must have passed dozens of outlets for fried chicken, with names ranging from the more mundane: KFC, Chicken Express, Best Fried Chicken, to the more succinct Chicken and (my personal favourite) Tasty Chicken Land.

Herein lies the mystery: I never actually see anyone eating fried chicken. So what's the deal?

Holocaust Denial and Double Standards

I never use this blog to comment on political issues, but this Holocaust denial conference (and those why 'deny' it's anything otherwise are wrong) is so loathsome I can't help it. Perhaps Jews should rise up around the world and violently protest...oh wait, there aren't enough to do so. Why? Because of the Holocaust.
Idiots.

Ah, after living in the Southern U.S., the East Coast and California, it's so nice to not have to worry about earthquakes, hurricanes and tornadoes

Uh, nevermind.

I have discovered

that not everyone in my office feels the same way about Tina Turner that I do.

The problem with going to hear Handel's Messiah at St. Paul's Cathedral when you've had too many late nights in a row prior to that

is that some parts of "Messiah" are just so soothing...almost to the point of causing drowsiness, or in my case, complete slumber. Don't worry I wasn't the only one and I did wake myself up way in advance of the Hallelujah chorus.

Tenacious D

The D stands for Donut of course, my Napoleon-esque boston terrier who is staying w/ my parents. Note the size discrepancy between the two dogs as they play tug o' war. This photo was snapped shortly before Donut succeeded in dragging Schwartz (my parents' dog) across the floor by pulling on the rope. Isn't she scrappy...not to mention downright sexy?