and I’m not talking brandy and rum for once. In our continuing series of inclusive, multiculti holiday features here on the ol’ raincoaster blog, there is one group we have overlooked; a group, it could be said, that has more right to representation on Jesus’ birthday than any other. A group with which he has a great deal in common. Indeed, they are a group in which he always took an unhealthy interest. We are going to rectify that omission now. We are going to post this heartwarming commercial from South America featuring a group to warm the cockles of your…cockles.
The accursed. The shunned. The murderous. The insane. The undead.
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Technorati me!
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the real origin of christmas:
http://beatsentropy.com/2006/12/13/passive-depressive-14
Actually, the Black Peter legend I was taught in Belgium is very similar. North American kids are so spoiled! A lump of coal instead of presents? Faugh! How about getting thrown in a sack and taken straight to Hell? THAT will teach you to be naughty!
Mme Metro is quite fond of David Sedaris’ “Six to Eight Black Men”. Sorry ’bout the pdf. Audio possibly here.
Here’s an extra end tag—-it was lying on the ground after I finished posting that.
As with the rest of the world, Metro, I am used to cleaning up your messes.
there, I gave you a free shot. Don’t say I never gave ya nuthin’ for Christmas.
On the contrary–I have been holding myself in check. As the Good Book says: “’tis the season for peace, goodwill to all (even Raincoaster)”.
Otherwise I would have taken advantage of the gaping opportunity you already offered me some time ago.
I never heard it called that before. And I didn’t offer; you asked.
I asked you to say in your response comment to Pippa that “just because something is statistically likely doesn’t mean it will happen in your family”?
You should have told me earlier. I’d have commented.
I’m sure; you’re never at a loss for words, even when they don’t make sense.
Isn’t that rather dark-heart-of-the-universe-calls-kettle-off-colour of you?
I’m certainly never at a loss for words that don’t make sense … there’ll always be a Raincoaster. At least until the ninjas find you.
The ninjas were delicious. Send more.
Ah-ha! You fell for my little trap!
You do realize that I had poisoned each of them individually, don’t you? Taken in the proper order they’re harmless. But swallowing them in the wrong sequence will leave you terribly mad.
It’s so subtle I expect no-one will notice any difference.
A little hint: When you eat your ninjas do you eat the red ones last?
Don’t be silly; everyone knows ninjas are yellow with black wrappers. And so what if they are so full of poison as to madden an ordinary person. As you well know, it takes a solid quart of gin just to make me act normal.
That’d be something to see. I’m sure it’ll ‘appen come next Preston Guild.
? Is that some World of Warcraft conference or sumpin?
Oh. Clearly you have one of those defective computers that didn’t come with Google or Wikipedia.
The expression means “it’ll never happen”.
Ah, must be one of those Quebeco-Aussie expressions. When in doubt, I always assume you just made that shit up. When have I ever been wrong before?
I’m sure I don’t know. Perhaps M. Verne or Mr. Wells could tell us?
This was really far out. Thanks!
YW. I dunno why it’s only gotten a few watches, but maybe there’s no YouTube in Argentina.
Or everyone there’s already seen the commercial?