Less hot, though more regularly available.

Oy, they are equally hot, only one's a bit of a idiot, and the other is, well, the Tyr that has adjective's either flee from or to his description. Right now, they are on flee.

With the fat of his enemies.

Only the pretty ones or the excellent fighters. I can't imagine him oiling himself with Magog fat.

I can't imagine him oiling himself with Magog fat.

Maybe he used that for his candles.

I'm watching Mile High right now. I think my tv just melted.

edit: Oh SHIT! Okay, I might have seen some of this coming but I still wasn't expecting that . And there's still 20 more minutes to go.

In the recent Neocon fuss over the “attack on Christmas” we saw a vocal group that wants to keep Christianity at the center of American culture and public discourse. I’ve always wondered why these people have never started a campaign to change the names we use for days of the week. I mean, aren’t they the slightest bit offended that every day of the week has the name of a pagan god? Do they see no irony in a phrase like “Thank God it’s Friday (Friggs day)? Frigg was a goddess, a witch, and a feisty liberated female who was the equal of any male. The horror! Even the Christian day of worship is named after the sun god. Something must be done about this.

I suppose it helps that these folks generally are pretty ignorant, and that they are only upset by new ideas, not old ideas, even when the new ideas are consistent with, and the old ideas are inconsistent with what they claim as their core beliefs.

My Christmas was fast-paced (four days running with at least 3 hours of driving. Today was 6.) but tolerable - nobody in my family made me grit my teeth too much this Christmas, which was a nice change.

Also, I nominate Almare for Queen of the Thread, and think the next thread title needs to have something to do with Zeus/Loki, Spike be damned.

I’ve always wondered why these people have never started a campaign to change the names we use for days of the week [...] I suppose it helps that these folks generally are pretty ignorant, and that they are only upset by new ideas, not old ideas, even when the new ideas are consistent with, and the old ideas are inconsistent with what they claim as their core beliefs.

Different traditions have different concerns. Quakers traditionally said "first day, second day" for the reasons you mention. I think some puritains did too. Jehovah's Witnesses care about the non-christian origins of Christian holidays and don't celebrate them but they'll say "Monday." Baptists and Methodists wouldn't drink. Some Seventh Day Adventists keep a modified form of kosher but I don't think they care about the drinking (and they shot off from the Baptists). Its hundreds of years of self-identification (tradition IS a huge factor) and "picking your battles" coming into play not necssarily blaring ignorance.

I can't imagine him oiling himself with Magog fat.

Maybe he used that for his candles.

Pokes her nose into Tyr's room to just, you know, see what he's up to. Sheesh, what's that stench? What are you burning in here? Man, no wonder you ain't getting any here in spite of being hotter than a Ferrari in Dollar Store parking lot.

I only have a few minutes on the computer before I'm yelled at, so thank you all, for sharing your tales of this holiday weekend, I've enjoyed the reading of them thoroughly. I hope all who are having sucktastic weekends are finally back home safe and sound. Possibly drinking scotch.

I'm back at home but sick; a cold I've been fighting off all weekend while organizing Christmas food and festivities came to roost almost immediately when I stepped foot in my house. I'm on Nyquil now, though and dopey silly.

I had such a Lush-y Xmas. I got the Snow Showers gift box from Tom's dad, and the Bring Me Sunshine package from my grandmother (though Tom was her personal shopper for that) Also the Veronica Mars and Angel soundtracks. I'd gotten an All-Clad saucier from my aunt (we draw names for gifts) which I ordered and got a few weeks ago, so that was an early Xmas gift, as was the iPod.

We made a chicken dinner with roast potatoes, salad, and bacon-wrapped sausages on Christmas Eve, and a beef tenderloin roast dinner with mashed potatoes and roasted green beans (and a chimichurri sauce as well as a horseradish cream sauce for the beef) on Christmas Day. Was able to hang out with my family (a small portion- which always works out for the best) and it was good.

I had to actively stop myself from getting upset with my dad, because he's goingin for bariatric surgery (gastric bypass) a week from tomorrow, and I won't see him before then, and I was damned if I was going to part ways with him on a bad note. Unfortunately, my dad is a weird and very fucked up individual, which he is good at hiding behind his fat guy jollity and learned helplessness. And his heart is good, even if he is very selfish/self-centered in a weird childlike way.

I hope the changes that result from this surgery will also allow him to strip all the excuses he has away - physically that will be the case, if all goes well - and be able to take a good look at himself.

Anyway. We all pitched in and got him a TiVo and he was quite delighted, and Tom and I even hooked it up and set it up for him.

OK, I have to go, because my sick ass should be in bed, not upstairs typing in the cold computer room. (usually it's warm, but since we haven't had the heat on for a few days, it's taking a while for the heat to rise up here).

Yikes! The babbling!

Feel better, Nora.