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Hallelujah, Noël,
Be it Heaven or Hell...


That's the best part of the Greg Lake song, so that's the only part I'm quoting. And that's being generous. Fuck you, Xmas, and the manger you rode in on.

I ought be working, as that's my usual Xmas Eve tradition, but I'm supposedly vacating. Maybe I'll clean my office. I know I'll spend the evening posting Xmas cheer, like Tom Waits' "Christmas Card from a Hooker in Minneapolis" and the Pogues' "Fairytale of New York." And, of course, Spooky and I have our one and only Xmas Eve tradition: watching Terry Zwigoff's Badder Santa (2003), in which Billy Bob Thornton teaches us the true meaning of Xmas. "Fuck me, Santa. Fuck me, Santa. Fuck me, Santa." Well, that and wooden pickles. And theft. And booze.

Yesterday...er. After all the intoxicants, do I even remember yesterday? There were emails with publicity at Berkley Publishing Group/New American Library, because, you know, I'm on vacation. Only writers don't get vacations. Not true vacations. And there was a huge breakfast of ham and eggs and tomato and sautéed mushrooms. Oh, look. LJ can only spell sautéed if you leave off the acute accent. Fucking illiterate fucking internet. I read John Langan's "Mr. Gaunt." I took Vicodin for recreational purposes. Hey, my psychiatrist said it was okay, as long as I don't develop a dependency (flash back to my notorious Xanax addiction of 1988-1991). I thought about cleaning up my office, but it was too much work. I wanted some "candlelight yoga," but I was too stoned...and too sore from the fall at West Cove. I spent three hours on an LJ entry, which is sort of pathetic. We watched the last two episodes of American Horror Story (bow tie!!!), then played SW:toR (and I murdered a Darth! Also bow tie.), and I dozed while watching a documentary on how Earth's collision with a planetoid (Theia) led to the creation of the moon 4.53 Ga (4,533 million years ago, ten to the sixth, etc.). I guess that was yesterday. Oh, except for the Tiger Balm patch and two Red Bulls.

Maybe, late tonight, I'll go out and give all my money away to street crazies, and vets we can't be bothered to take care of, all the freezing and the homeless and lost and forgotten and forsaken and as good as walking dead. But not crack whores. I do not take pity on crack whores, kittens.

And now? Well, we shall see, won't we. Keep watching the skies.

Filled With Happy Juice,
Aunt Beast

Date: 2011-12-24 07:04 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sovay
Keep watching the skies.

Stars fall out of them.

Date: 2011-12-24 07:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greygirlbeast.livejournal.com

Stars fall out of them.

Indeed, they do.

Date: 2011-12-24 08:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] joshrupp.livejournal.com
Well, it's up to you, but you know what happens if you don't wish baby Jesus a happy birthday.

YOU BURN IN HELL FOR BILLIONS OF YEARS.

Date: 2011-12-24 10:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greygirlbeast.livejournal.com

So long as there is no Xmas music.

But...of course there will be Xmas music in Hell.

Date: 2011-12-24 10:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] joshrupp.livejournal.com
And the only movie is "Prancer." Santa is just an anagram for Satan.

Date: 2011-12-24 11:36 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] mithriltabby
Yes, adding Xmas™ Muzak® to already-banal shopping malls can cause sufficient congruence to the Consumerist Labyrinth of the Fourth Circle of Hell that holiday shoppers and damned souls have been resonated between the different worlds, usually without noticing.

Date: 2011-12-24 11:33 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] mithriltabby
Io Saturnalia! Bona Natalis Solis Invicti! And a joyous Yuletide to you and yours.

Date: 2011-12-24 11:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lois2037.livejournal.com
"Fuck you, Xmas, and the manger you rode in on." My sentiments exactly. But by Tuesday, all that will be left is a lingering bad smell, which will dissipate by the end of the afternoon.

Date: 2011-12-25 09:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fusijui.livejournal.com
My theory of the moment w/r/t 'bow tie': rhyming slang for "bow tie pasta" = " la vista baby; hasta"; i.e. some incredibly cool and cinematic-gold move.

Yeah, it kinda sucks, but I have a concussion right now, and that's my excuse. It will continue to exercise my noggin.

Date: 2011-12-25 04:49 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] blackestdarkness
The most bow tie Christmas... four of your books waiting for me under the tree including Two Worlds and In Between.

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