On Death and Christmas
I’ve always heard of people wanting to be buried in a Yankee uniform, and had been holding up fine…until I actually saw it. The bottle of Tequila was a nice touch too.
File this under I Heart Amazon: I’m 80% done with my Christmas shopping without needing to leave my house or put pants on.
One of my vendors sent me nuts for the holidays. My nuts are currently on the receptionist’s desk in case anyone wants to taste them. I’m thinking of putting a label on the jar that says “Deez.” Folks, these are the jokes. I don’t do impressions.
Look in the mirror girl, by now you should know. You’re living in a fantasy, and you can’t let go. He never really loved you from the start. The only thing he ever gave you was a broken heart. Don’t be afraid to lose what was never meant to be. After the rain washes away the tears and all the pain, only after the rain can you live again.
Been thinking a little bit aboot faith lately. My feeling has been that there are many paths to get to where you’re going. For me that’s Jesus. For you it might be someone or thing else. Even if you don’t believe in anything, that’s cool too…just so long as I don’t have to hear aboot it constantly. You know how those Atheist Fundamentalists can be. 
Over the weekend I think it’s time for the big three. No, not the auto companies. I’m talking aboot “A Charlie Brown Christmas,” “A Muppet Family Christmas,” and “Emmet Otter’s Jugband Christmas,”
If you know me, I always bring the schtick. I always have material and/or a bit prepared, even if it’s at an inappropriate place for comedy…kind of like a wake. I put the ass in class is what I’m saying. That’s just how I roll.
And all I can think of right now is that when I do the bit on nuts later…Anthony would have really appreciated it.
UPDATE: And ALL OF US would appreciate this…
I’m sending you lots of love and well wishes. I’m so sorry for your loss – you and your crue are in my prayers. -P