I once heard this awesome Christmas story called "Oh What a Horrible Tale" about an out-of-work actor who was trying to feed his family. He finally gets work as a duck in a play, and he goes on as the duck every night, and it's almost enough to make ends meet but not enough for anything like a Christmas dinner or anything.
The story ends with the actor falling asleep at home on Christmas Eve, thinking sadly about how his family will have nothing special in the morning, and as he nods off he's thinking about his role in the play, and how easy and natural it is to slip into that role... and in the morning his wife wakes up and finds a Christmas duck in the living room and makes Christmas dinner with it and the children all feel like their holiday was special. Although, weirdly, Dad is off working...?
I don't even know where to start with you people, between the gays and the ghost stories and the six to eight black men, and the glayvin.
What I will say is that my officemate has total short-timer's syndrome, and it's killing me. She's still working relatively hard, but took a long lunch today and has now left to go to a thing at her grad school. This does not help with my productivity.
The Ref is my favorite Xmas movie.
Of course my dad *is* an unhappy man who runs an antique store.
"Only people with guns should be talking right now."
Also? I'd like to take this moment to say just how much a LOATHE the "dancing sillhouette" mortgage ads that have proliferated EVERYWHERE on the Internets.
Nutty, you have depressed me.
you have depressed me.
How? That story is awesome.
The Little Match Girl was your favorite story? Was Shoah your favorite movie?
Heh. Nope, I never saw that.
When I was about five, sad songs about death were my favorites. I mean, they made me really sad to listen to, but they were still my faves. Like "My Grandfather's Clock." My favorite line was ,"And it stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died." I had a windup toy clock that played that song - loved that thing.
Oh, and "Hang Down Your Head, Tom Dooley."
Oh, in other news, the office manager came in a little bit ago, looked at my three file cabinets, and said, "Looks like you could use some help here." Um, YEAH. Moving files is not my job here. @@
How? That story is awesome.
O. Henry with cannibalism! Awesome, indeed.
