Neanderpundit

When this came out I was in my mid teens and I had that poster of Linda Ronstadt. You know, the one with the multicolored top, the black hair with the low bangs, the stirrups hoop earrings and stoned look on her face.

Yeah, I spent a lot of time holding up that poster with one hand. She had the kind of face that had that effect on me, still does- the little pixiesh girls with the dark eyes and the corners of their mouths turned up in the merest smile. I think big guys always go for the tiny girls, maybe we think the size will breed out eventually. Could be just how those tiny hands look on my… but enough about that.

I would like to hope we’ve turned the corner and it will start getting warmer for here in but I know better. At least I have, thanks to a lot of good friends, a lot of firewood.

Early morning turkey farts in the shower. Not good.

That I am supposed to write something deep and thoughtful about the season.

I just can’t. I’m so tickled to just be alive that I cannot express it in words. I am surrounded by a bunch of literal grinches, and I love them so damned much I’ve decided to be the Christmas Spirit for them despite their grinchiness, and it fills me with great joy.

I hope for each of you that you have someone or something that brings you the joy I feel right now. I hope you hold that person/animal/shotgun/whatever close to you every day and feel the joy it brings you.

There are advantages to being a grouchy old bastard. It don’t take a bunch to make us really happy. Merry Christmas!