Tag: Humor

Happy Christmas!

Time for another true I’m-not-really-an-adult-at-all-inside confession.  One of my favorite descriptions of Christmas comes from The Muppet Christmas Carol: “It is the summer of the soul in December.”

And so it is!  The collective decision that right around the darkest, longest night of the year, when most of the vegetation is dead, most places are colder, and supplies are running low, is the perfect time to celebrate belief/hope, kith and kin, and all the good things is one of the great cultural triumphs of mankind.  Or so I think.

Hope you and yours have a whole lot of comfort and joy this holiday season, whether it’s Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Winter Solstice, New Year, or just a couple of days off here and there!

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Friday Links XLVI (Yep, stil alive)

Christmas is for children. But it is for grownups too. Even if it is a headache, a chore, and nightmare, it is a period of necessary defrosting of chill and hide-bound hearts.
– Lenora Mattingly Weber, Extension

You guys do know I continue on the back, right?  No?  Oops...
You guys do know I continue on the back, right? No? Oops…

The world didn’t end, the zombies didn’t rise, and nothing came through any portal.  Alas!  We’re just getting through the last couple of hours before the Christmas holiday officially kicks of.  I have girl dates with Venice and Angel (both visiting from out of town) this weekend and then we spend Monday and Tuesday being cheerfully bossed about by nieces and nephews – as the sole purpose for our existence is to amuse them, and we know it!  What are your Christmas plans, my pumpkins?

Who did the paperwork on this?!

What do you think of this list, anything important missed?  (I’m trying to streamline my life here, with a move coming up.)

Perspective.

This Pintrest board is fantastic!

This tumblr is equal in fantastic-ness.

Holiday party dresses are clearly on my mind.  This one is honestly more my style, but this one is calling to my inner flapper with it’s sparkly siren song…

On the flight to my parents house I read a fabulous article in the airline’s magazine (an underrated publication, I feel) that I had to share!  …Classic me, I wrote down the title and promptly lost it.  But thanks to the magic of the internets, voila.  Tell me what you think I really enjoyed the piece (I also want to befriend her so I can go to her summer luncheons).

Last minute gift that also does good?  Have no fear.

Anyone else think the price tag is, shall we say, a bit much?

So, moment of shameless bragging.  The other week someone said that J. looked like a mix between Jonathan Rhys Meyer and Benedict Cumberbatch.  You can imagine the smugness – coupled with feeling suddenly okay with having children someday as those are some genes that clearly need to be passed on.  I also have a friend (Scarlett) who is an absolute dead wringer for Alessandra Ambrosia, go figure.  These  are also pretty impressive.

This is very interesting to me, and I’m curious as to your thoughts, minions.  There seems to be, in some spheres, a bit of a backlash against the omnipresence of media and instant availability, particularly with social media.  I know a lot of people who are dialing back their online profiles and involvement, many report feeling happier and having a great deal more time on their hands.  Do you guys think this is a broader trend? Good or bad?  Let me know what you think!

The weekly sheep, courtesy of the other blog.

Sing To Me, Muse, of the Rage of C. Smalldog…

“Get mad, then get over it.”
~ Colin Powell

This holiday season has been fraught and no mistake.  The weekend was a good chance to sort of recover from some personal stuff last week – many thanks to Margot whose Christmas present to me was a ticket to a concert that we went to together.  Christmas music is wonderfully soothing.

And I needed to be soothed because last week I was angry.  It’s not very Christmas-y but deal, kittens, holiday mirth will soon resume.

Anger-and-HealthI think anger is a hugely underrated emotion.  It’s something we’re supposed to tamp down, turn away from, or disavow.  I disagree.  Granted there is a difference between allowing yourself to feel anger and being consumed by it and that should be appreciated, but if you are a healthy, balanced person who is in control of yourself and your actions I say: go ahead, get angry.

I don’t mind feeling it.  I jokingly (but semi-seriously) refer to it as my “backup emotion” because when able to choose between feeling hurt or sad or angry, I will always pick the latter.  I don’t really get personally offended, but I do get angry.  Generally feeling it means I perceive that a wrong has been done within my sphere of influence, and feeling it usually motivates me to do something to try and either fix or ameliorate the wrong.

It has practical benefits as well.  The house is never so clean as it is after a particularly bad day at work.  My involvement in events and causes is ten times more stalwart when I’ve been personally angered by a behavior or policy.  I can cook a week’s worth of food in a couple of hours, to say nothing of a pile of baked goods, when properly hyped up on righteous indignation.  It’s invigorating, it’s energizing, it gets stuff done.

I admit I’m usually pretty well in control of myself.  I learned to control my anger as a teenager and change it from something that could be destructive into something constructive.  To use it as a motivator instead of a end of itself; it’s one of the best personal lessons I’ve ever learned.

The trouble with anger, at least as I’ve experienced it, is that it’s a fossil fuel: it can get you a long way, you can power a whole Industrial Revolution with it maybe, but it’s a finite resource.  Sooner or later, it’s not sustainable.  No healthy person can feel angry all of the time – it takes up way too much energy!  Oh, I’ve lasted months on it, but in the end it runs out, and if the thing that made you angry is still hovering around, meddling in your life, it can be really easy to feel exhausted, hounded, and generally just really disheartened.

And I’ve never really been able to get a grip on being disheartened, I’ve not learned to channel that into optimism or anything really useful.  It mostly congeals into sad, tight little ball of stress that I tuck down somewhere and try to get over.  Sometimes I’m successful, sometimes not.  Last week I managed a lot on anger, but I ended up disheartened pretty quickly and was surprised by how draining that was too.

Thank God for support teams, and no mistake!  Husband, parents, and good friend do a lot to make you take heart again.  Ultimately all anger burns itself out.  I’m now trying to learn, when I start feeling grim, to just outlive the bastards.

But I’m curious.  Does anyone else have a backup emotion, or something potentially bad that they have managed to harness for motivation?  Is it healthy for you personally?  Unhealthy, but it works?  How do you cope?

Friday Links XLV (Don’t Want to Live On This Planet Edition)

“Exhaustion and exasperation are frequently the handmaidens of legislative decision.”
Barber B. Conable

headdeskI’ve been a bit distant this past while, and for once it’s not because I am lazy.  There was a bit of a… community kerfuffle that happened that I (naturally) am involved in that’s been going down .  And to be honest, it was stinging, exhausting, embittering, and generally just very tough.  So I took a break from other projects to focus, to deal, and to rest when I needed it.  Phone calls with friends (shout out, Savvy) and parents helped, J. helped, and all was fine.  Or it will be.

And then a man shot and killed many children today and I’m trying really hard not to feel generally depressed about the state of humanity as a group.

Here are your links.  Let’s send kind thoughts to people who have been hurt, in whatever way, and remember that Advent is a wonderful time for rest, renewal, healing, and general goodwill.  Even when it’s hard.

I’ve been around guns my whole life, my family owns several, my father taught me to hunt and to care for and clean firearms before he ever put that first dinky single shot tube in my hands.  J. and I have discussed gun ownership for the future.  And I say gun control is a topic that desperately needs more informed discussion and less inflamed rhetoric.

London, London, mere months ’til London…  London really is getting me through.  If anything yanks it out from under me, you will find me catatonic in the fetal position somewhere.  I have no faith in anything this week…

I need to be able to buy this for someone (preferably someone who’s read the book and is just as adoring of it as I am).

*Snicker.

I’m about a foot too short to join the team, but I still thought this was fun.

The Australian PM made my day with this one.

Inform yourselves, offenders!

Thoughts on this?  I think it’s rather hideous.

My inner Indian Jones is getting all it-belongs-in-a-museum twitchy over this, but how nifty is this story?

Someday I vow to build this (or something strongly akin to it) for my children!  (Who am I kidding, totally for me!  “Where’s Mummy got to?”  “Oh, just Narnia.”)

Winter’s (Lovely) Chill

“I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape – the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter.  Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.”
~ Andrew Wyeth

A strange lethargy has overtaken me, kittens.  I’m busier at work than I’ve ever been in recent memory and when I get home I’m wiped.  Things like making dinner seem outrageously hard, the thought of cleaning or straightening anything is downright laughable, and I’m in bed early.  Ever since my relaxing Thanksgiving holiday, anything past 10:30pm feels late.

Winter hibernation has moved in and is here to stay until March at the earliest.

I had great ambitions last night of making a curry for dinner, snatching a sweater on sale, buying wrapping gear for some presents, wrapping said presents, and folding laundry.  I managed the sweater and wrapping boxes and called it quits.  J. and I watched a few missed TV episodes, got hamburgers, and cuddled on the couch instead.  We regret nothing.

We finally got our first December snow, we had to turn on our heater for the first time, we’re buying a box of clementines and a couple of pomegranates a week, and the sun goes down before I get out of work – I think it’s winter, guys.  Anyone else up for a few months’ long nap?

(image via BBC)
(image via BBC)

Friday Links XLIV

“In feature films the director is God; in documentary films God is the director.”
– Alfred Hitchcock

Hi!  Sorry, just got back from a documentary screening, but I couldn’t possibly leave you hanging.  That wouldn’t be in the spirit of the season at all. To the links:

North Korea – your ability to to be laughably insane and tragically oppressive never ceases to amaze me.

One of The Girls works at the Chronicle of Higher Education and always alerts me to the best of their articles and projects, here’s her latest recommendation.

I couldn’t fingerpaint to save my life as a kid…

His Holiness is now…on Twitter.  I’m not sure what to think of this.

This is a great documentary I caught on PBS a while back, well worth a look in by anyone who is interested in the history of televised entertainment.

Christmas is coming, and I can only assume that a few of you, like myself, are scrambling for some last minute gifts.  Have no fear, stationery to the rescue!  Seriously, I am coveting several of those stamps…there are some really cute things here.

‘Tis also the season for Christmas jumpers, enjoy Topman’s offerings.

Anything Katharine Hepburn is approved!

I’m not counting down the days until I can wander around London again or anything, no not at all…

This is My Jam

“And therefore, Uncle, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that [Christmas] has done me good, and will do me good; and I say, God bless it!”
― Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol

My deep love for traditional carols is well documented, and highly unlikely to change, but some Hipster tunes have recently been brought to my attention that I am not at all loathe to add to my Vince Guaraldi.

Hey, It’s Christmas produces an album a year with lesser known artists delivering Christmas songs, some traditional and some totally new.  You can stream them for free or you can pay what you think they’re worth to download.  Here are Volume I, Volume II, and Volume III.

What do you guys think?

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Housing Reflections

“Pride is still aiming at the best houses.”
– Alexander Pope

This time of year gets a bit tricksy with the budget, after all presents must be bought!  But I had an interesting moment yesterday whilst writing out a check for December rent and simultaneously bemoaning car maintenance (new tires) – I realized I’m only going to be writing (probably) two more rent checks to our current landlord.  Part of our contract involved paying first and last month’s rent up front, and I’m currently working on the theory that we’ll be leaving the area sometime in March.  Thus there’s only January and February to go

Just like that, a rather hectic day improved.  London is very close.

Mum rather blew the fairy dust off of my first grown up/married flat when she came to visit this past summer (her exact words were, “Well, this is a bit grim, huh?”), and I like to tease her for it, but it’s true.  Our little flat is old and cheap, there is no dishwasher or laundry hookups, the furnace is a couple centuries below code, but it works.  It’s been good to us.  And the chances of us getting another two bedroom place in London for such a ridiculously low price are so infinitesimal as to be laughable.

I’m not sad to be moving on to new things, and I’m not sad that I have only two more rent checks to write here, but I’m always going to fond of our little place.

(Work’s still ridiculous, so posts this week are going to be blurb style.  I mostly write this blog to keep my hand in, and I’ve been neglecting it.  For shame, C.!  I could be lazy and wait for the new year to make a resolution, but I think that procrastinating resolutions rather defeats the purpose, no?  Prepare yourself for stream of consciousness, links, and ramblings!)

Friday Links XLIII

Fridays are not ‘pants optional.’
– Nancy Cartwright

I’m busy, but I’m on track to finish my whole To Do list by the end of the day.  Here, look at the shiny things and let Aunty C. work!

I am this happy.
I am this happy.

What’s that, minion?  You say you’re feeling a bit down and discouraged?  Allow me to help.

(Dad, skip this one.  In fact, anyone uncomfortable with anything have to do with, ah, conjugal activity, skip this one.  The more prurient of you read on in badly suppressed shame:)  A couple of years ago, J. and I were listening to NPR when a story came on about the Bad Sex Awards, a prize given for the worst depiction of – well, let’s keep it coy here – in a non-erotic work of fiction.  And they are hysterical.  Naturally, this is a British invention.  Seriously, this is too funny to me not to share but this is your last warning: if you plan on clicking through, do so in the privacy of your own home – if for no other reason to keep your friends and associates from hearing you howl in laughter at the awfulness.  (Sorry, Dad.)

A photographer’s fascinating project on the hijab.

Interesting article on the hard knock life of those who don’t make star status in the NFL.

I love puzzles and riddles but I’d have thrown my hands up over this one.  Tangentially, I think we need a secret Small Dog society now, don’t you?

This Etsy shop has been the source of much fun for me (and make wonderful presents, by the way).  This one is my current favorite.

A variation on the weekly sheep for your viewing pleasure.  I want an attack goat.