I will update this post whenever; probably babbling about something other than Christmas.
Thanks to the most honorable Portly Dyke, the WAR has its first propaganda poster. Update: Don't make the young Petulant cry, DO YOUR PART!
PD gains significant ground at the Caganer front lines. The poop will flow this Christmas!
You kittens need to send me your holiday or decoratin' photos so I can do a Shaker Holiday Post. The Solstice, Chanukah, and D-DAY approach. I might wait until after, so the WAR will never end!
War in Defense of Christmas: Day One, Day Two, Day Three, Day Four, Day Five, Day Six, Day Seven, Day Eight, Day Nine.
I am experiencing war fatigue to the point I went out in public wearing JEANS. I rarely wear jeans except to do yard work or a trip to Lowe's. Black or pin stripe pants are my basic uniform, but today I said FUCK IT! Woe is me! LOL! I even wore patterned socks! Another shocker!
I guess I finished the big tree in the sitting room. Hmmm... One fun thing about holiday decorating and all the lights is that I have Smart Home devices. I can hit a button on the remote and LIGHTS! I can dim too. YAY! It is also handy for those nights of heavy drinking when I can just hit "all off" and the world goes black in more ways than one. HA!
I have absolutely NO CLUE how I am fighting the war today. I should run one of the most important devices of the war: the small waste retrieval unit.
Maybe I will FINALLY finish those damn small urn trees from DAY ONE.
Jesus Tree Topper guide me!
5:05 PM: I proclaim this the Year of Poop. I cleaned out the litter boxes and one of the kitties chewed on a red tinsel tassel. Can red tinsel tassels cause intestinal problems? I hope not. It did finish the journey. I was tempted to take a pic of the kitty poop, but refrained because of decorum. HA!
6:20 PM: SHRIMP TIME! I haven't done a damn thing but stare at the War Zone. OH! I had bought some of those LED lights during the 50% off Lowe's sale and the white ones have a blue tinge. Perhaps I should do a Chanukah tree for my Jewish friends? When I was in college, I was an honorary big brother for a Jewish Sorority. Token Gay Gentile I guess. Breakfast night and SIZZLEAN was amazing! And all parties had an open bar! The best though is a Jewish/Catholic combo wedding. Now that is some fun!
8:03 PM: Cocktail, cigs, beads, trees, phone call with friend dealing with International Divorce. ICH!
10:03 PM: Nutcrackers need a home and the decanter is almost empty. OOPS! BAD Petulant!
I play random... open a book that has nothing to do with Christmas. Perhaps I should have grabbed some Christmasy book, but I grabbed a comforting standby: Antonin Artaud: Selected Writings with an introduction by Susan Sontag. Jesus Tree Topper! I hope there is another bottle in the bar since the decanter is almost empty. I always love me some Artaud.
From the Revelations of Being:
I tell what I have seen and what I believe; and whoever shall say that I have not seen what I have seen, I now tear off his head.
For I am an unpardonable Brute, and it will be thus until Time is no longer Time.
Neither Heaven nor Hell, if they exist, can do anything against this brutality which they have imposed on me, perhaps so that I may serve them... Who knows?
What exists, I see with certainty. What does not exist, I shall create, if I must.
Number 16 on the remote and the lights... BLACKOUT!
12:06 AM: Not yet! I mentioned Sizzlean earlier. Now, I need CRISPY BACON!
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