Merry Christmas, Chicago, you son of a ...

Ah, thanks to Chicago, I, like many, many, many others, am not going to be spending Christmas where I would like to be. After 5 hours in an airport with a 1 year old, I got absolutely nowhere. So, my dream of my first Christmas morning in Nova Scotia in 7 years, with my first born child as well, all for not. Oh well, at least we weren't stuck in a Chicago hotel for $300 or something. The first flight was delayed so long that we didn't bother to stick around to find out the second leg from Chicago was canceled. Time to try again on Christmas night. Yay.

Also, I was so busy getting ready for the vacation I'm not taking yet, that I forgot to use my awesome, weather-based bullshit salesguy type joke at work today. Saying this to the right person would get me a promotion due to it's awesomeness of smalltalk and useless unfunniness. Here goes: "hey, the economy might be down, but there sure isn't a recession of snow this year!"

*takes bow*

At last!

I finally, after several years, got around to editing and cropping the sound file to Dolly Parton & Kenny Rogers' "I Believe in Santa Claus". Wait for the bit at the end where they start yelling "If I hear one more kid..."...and there you go.

Here's the link, now tell your friends.

Music

You lost me at the sax solo.

A spoonful of sugar

Just finished taking some cough medicine (after puking up a meal after a good coughing fit), and realized, hey, even though I hate how the medicine tastes, it doesn't bother me like when I was kid. When I was a kid, there was nothing on Earth worse than consuming something I didn't like the taste of. Now...I figure there might be worse things to go through in life. Weird.

Little Kid's TV

The characters on tv shows for little kids get way too much positive support. For instance, Sid the Science Kid is constantly told how brilliant he is and how he'll solve every problem, no sweat. I think kids need to be put in their place, that's how I got where I am...in a dead-end data entry job. At least I'm employed, you stupid Wall Street fat cats.

Keeping with the Christmas Carol theme

...because I have no good thoughts today.

Every time I hear "Where are you Christmas?" on the radio, and they get to the part that says:
My world is changing
I'm rearranging
Does that mean Christmas changes too?

I think...I'm rearranging? Seriously? They could have called the song "Is There Christmas When I Have Pubes?".

It's like that daughter song by John Mayer where he tells fathers to be good to their daughters because when they grow up, he's going to have sex with them. Or he might as well have. Well, it's nothing like that, I just thought I'd complain about two things at once.

17 Million

The hit counter on my Caroling Corner page should roll over to 17 million today. It helps to have a lot of subpages that people click on and then return to the main page...But still, not bad for a crappy, 1996 high school class level html skills webpage.

Just thought I'd brag. It is a blog after all.

Once again, my idea of a Christmas card with a picture of my family + Tone Loc is put off for another year. Someday...