Lightsabers and Lollipops

starting over on another website pretty soon but i did not want to start off with the first post being a Christmas entry. or anti-Christmas, however you want to look at it.
i have no intention of going all Grouchy Smurf on ya with the "i hate Christmas" vibe. (personally, i feel Grouchy's pain)
i've been thinking about the Grinch lately. and how i totally understand him, up to a certain point. my daughter watched jim carey's version of the How the Grinch stole Christmas quite a lot when she was younger. of course to fill up the hour and a half to a short children's story they have to stretch and flesh out the character with bad jokes and back story.
the more i think about it i'm not so sure the Grinch should have given Christmas back.
now hear me out, oh Suess and Christmas purists.
the idea was that the Grinch was shunned and given every reason to hate the holiday season. and in further story line, when he was finally coming around to the idea of holiday cheer he was again placed in the same circumstances that made him so spiteful in the first place. so he decides to take Christmas away and show everybody an example of how ridiculous they all get every year about the same time.
so he succeeds in stealing snoofs, fuzzles, tringlers and trappings and waits to see how distressed they will be to find out all their Christmasy paraphernalia has disappeared.
but instead! the Who's all sing hand in hand about how great it is that it's Christmas day and being glad (not sad) they still celebrate each other.
they prove to the Grinch and the world that they do not need anything. (as i'm writing this, i'm trying to avoid the terms like "material goods" and stuff like that. i never try to get "preachy" i just like to make a point from time to time.)
now here is where i would like to add the spin to the story.
what if the Grinch did not give Christmas back?
what if he had made more of a permanent point that the Who's themselves were doing a good job making. maybe he did more evil by messing with their heads.
he taught them all a harsh lesson, they responded. then he says, just kidding!! you can have your stuff back. you've been punk'd and all that.
so his point has no staying power. next year it all just starts over again with the materialism (had do use it) and utter insanity that continues to represent the season that is Christmas. or whatever holiday that happens in the winter for you. i could be really mean and push to bring back Saturnalia. but that's a rant for another time.
until then, A FESTIVUS FOR THE REST OF US!

My Bucket List:

create a new term for "bucket list" and make it stick.

see They Might Be Giants in concert(that one i just did, huzzah)

cancel Christmas (and all the other December holidays as well, cancelling Kwanzaa just doesn't have the same ring to it)

outlive both Prince and George Lucas. when those two die, someone is totally gonna mess with the stuff they leave behind.

use a jet pack.

own a life sized Artoo-Detoo.

be in a movie with someone who will make me at least one of six degrees to Kevin Bacon.

go to a comic book convention in an authentic looking costume of some degree of awesomeness. (in my opinion at least. don't care what you non-nerds think)

be the voice of a cartoon character.

see the end of Waterworld, i've seen the beginning and the middle on several occasions, i just never, well...

watch all the Doctor Who i can. it's something i never really got into.

learn a deadly martial art. tell no one.

finish this bucket list.

this is it. this is the time when i start writing again. it may not be in blog form. what i fell out of love is the fact that what i was putting in words for the world was the verb and noun and life of the "blog." what i wanna do is be more than a "blogger" i was having fun writing stuff that i hoped people thought was funny and whatnot. i was getting a bit down when people who i believed were fans would say, oh it's been months since i looked at your bloggy thing, are you still doing that? and let's face it, what really killed my muse and peed on it's grave was facebook. (which demands to be capitalized by spell check, that's power) what i would think about writing on this page would end up as a silly status that once again, i hoped, about the same audience would find funny. but now that facebook has had it's 15 minutes ( i have no idea what will replace it) considering they keep trying to fix what isn't broken. but what i feel is getting fixed that was broken is my want and need to write, write write. time to crack the knuckles and neck and start punching keys. can't let my wifey have all the fun. you can find her awesome stuff on www.tastingthecolors.blogspot.com so there. so the good times are comin' people. just bear with me as i find a new format which will be fun to look at and will let me share pics without them breaking and showing the lil broken jpeg symbol. and remember, i love you.

do atheists hate the restaurant T.G.I. Fridays?
it just seems to me that a group that does not want to spend American money that has "in God we trust" printed on it would also avoid eating loaded potato skins at an eatery themed around thanking God for a particular day.

1:00 a.m. bedtime.
4:40 a.m. second loudest cricket in the world decides to sing the "that joke wasn't funny" song at the corner of the room.
4:45 a.m. i throw cat at cricket and tell him to do his job. he only lies down and stares in general direction of cricket.
5:40 a.m. despite no sleep for last hour, have to wake up anyway.
5:50 a.m. cat finally decides to take action against cricket, traps him in shoe box with broken leg and is still torturing it. cricket is missing one leg and is probably in hell due to cat. i let this happen due to feelings towards cricket.attack day with 3 and a half hours of sleep.

every time i empty a packet of ramen noodles i'm like, ooh! free prize inside.
then it turns out that it's just a spice packet for flavor.
but i still feel like a winner.
so put that in your pipe and smoke it, mister!

i'm walking around the house singing "Sugar, Sugar" by The Archies but instead of sugar and honey i replaced it with Spacey.
it's workin' out pretty good so far.
i hope i can eventually stop.
so far it's very addictive.

oh Spacey, dun dun dun dun dunh dunh....