This beauty showed up on my doorstep this afternoon... a much better behaved Mr. Handsome, as the real Mr. Handsome would have hightailed it after the rabbit that's been lurking in our yard, and surrounding areas...
Many, many thanks to ZRM. I lahve dahg surprises!! Well, not the ones Skirmy Little Dog occasionally leaves at 3am...
I had Christmas music on while the lamblets were decorating cookies... while playing "ZRM's 2007 Cookie Contest Christmas Mix Bribe CD", I noticed a bizarre cookie on the table. I asked the youngest lamblet what it was... She said it was a zombie! YL did not know the provenance of this latest CD so no suggestions have been made. We can only assume the worst... ZRM embeds sekrit messages in his music...
And speaking of his music, when I finally told the lambets what CD this was, EL said, "It's a heck of a lot better than that holiday crap they've been playing on the radio!"
Oh, she doesn't know from crap!!! She has not yet been introduced to 3B Rahdio!!! HA!
Happy, Merry, Happy whatever it is you do or do not celebrate!! Be nice to those you love. Be even nicer to those you don't.
There appears to be a big stone head hovering over Kathleen's! I confessed earlier this morning to the fact that I don't think K has even been righteously Zardozed! I know ZRM was hankering for one at his new place, but he's already getting hundreds of comments... besides, you can't ask for one, you've got to wait until the stone head of fate hovers in your general direction... he knows that!
Also, since the usual suspects seem to be scarce these days... fish, you might actually have to ante up comment or two more than your usual 3. Don't hide behind your, "I do important work for a living! I don't have the time!" We've seen how many useless links you cast out upon the blogging waters during the day. We don't buy it.
A new feature will be incorporated into the Empire: Fuck You Fridays. In which I will unleash on a couple of people/items/issues/noises that are currently aggravating me, and then I encourage people to stop in and drain their own personal boils all over the comment thread. I expect it to be ugly, contentious, vicious and therapeutic, and I canNOT think of a better purpose for this stupid blog, short of posting unbearably cute pictures of cats, or Mekons videos.
While I'm all for letting it all out, I've also come to realize it's no place to stay... so I'm seeing this as a good way to purge and move on. Another good way to purge and move on??
As Rotten says:
Johnny Lydon once sang, "anger is an energy" and it does seem to work for him. So, next Friday, stop back for hate and anger and energy and spit and bile. Happy Times!!
Apparently Lydon wasn't the only one. This commentary reminded me of a letter received loooooong ago when I was still relatively green in what would be my college career. I was vacillating between majoring in science, art, and a few other majors I can't quite recall. I was doing some cartooning on the side and for some reason, felt compelled to write Edward Koren a letter, asking him for his insights. Why I did this, I have no idea. I've always felt free to write anyone, and strangely enough, most of those people usually wrote back. People were often amazed at this. I was often amazed at this. Mr. Koren was no exception. I'll never forget the day I dragged myself back to my college dorm, checking the mail before heading back upstair to the Virgin Vault. I spied a letter with horrible handwriting. Seeing what looked like a large, mishapen K, I assumed it was from my sister. Imagine my surprise when I saw that it was a letter from Mr. Koren, on wonderful New Yorker stationary. Say what you will about the New Yorker, but I was thrilled.
Inside the envelope was a lovely letter... a two-sided, handwritten letter, with thoughtful commentary, along with a few comments I didn't quite yet understand. I think at the time I was expecting a list of what to do's. Add A, mix in B, end up with C... or was hoping for that. That would be so much easier. Yes, there was some of that, but after that he added that the other object lesson he could pass on was anger- the "other" ingredient (see letter to the left.)
Yes, I still have the letter. I remember reading it and thinking, crap. I'm going to have to figure this out myself. Many, many years later, after happening upon the letter again, I reread it and it made sense.
Thank you Edward Koren.
Hey Rotten! Here's to our anger... and to us prosessing it into something beautiful... and maybe having a little fun along the way.
And as Mr. Koren so wisely stated: "With wishes for you discovering your own mistakes-"