Ginger in Bitches -

I'm wrapping presents. This is the way it goes:

Pick up present. Pull paper up around box. Look for scissors. Scissors have disappeared. Look under various piles for scissors. Go get more scissors. Pull paper around box. Cut paper. Now the tape has disappeared. It is apparently in cahoots with the scissors. Sit down. Find tape because the cutting edge is digging into my leg. Start taping package. Run out of tape. Get up to get more tape in the office. While in the office, check the internet. Forget why I'm in the office. Go back to the package. Realize I need tape. Come back to office and look for tape. Find tape and head back to package. Realize that it's time to put the clothes in the dryer. Go back to package. Go back to dryer and find tape. Finish taping package. Look for labels. Discover they've rolled under the chair. Get on hands and knees to retrieve labels. Put label on package and pick up package. Discover that the scissors were under the package.

Pick up present...

Cindy in Natter:

The Island of Misfit Toys is the last place for someone suffering from clinical depression. Hell, it depressed an elf.

TomW continues the Misfit Toys theme:

Who can forget Joself McCarthy on the floor of the Santate:

"I have here a list of exactly five toys in little Billy's stocking that are totally lame! Three toys in little Sally's stocking that are weak, AT BEST! And no less than twelve toys in spoiled little Nathaniel's stocking that blow chunks."

Rick:

We sometimes play a drinking game at banquets on the final day of scientific conferences. Based on the anticipated topics of the featured speaker, each person at the table chooses a word that the speaker is likely to say frequently. Every time the distinguished visitor says your word you have to drink.

At one of these dinners where the speaker was a well-known statistician one of my friends choose the word "variance." The speaker never said variance, but she kept saying 'standard deviation.' We held a quick conference and decided that our friend had to drink every time we heard 'standard deviation,' but she only had to drink the square root of the amount the rest of us were drinking.

Can we get through the first day of winter in the Northern Hemisphere without immortalizing Tom Scola's tagline?

Stupid Earth! Start tilting towards the Sun! [Kicks Earth]

(ETA: Obviously not....)

TomW:

There's an American Pie Council? Promoting pie must be the easiest job in the world! I want that job!

Me: "For our next campaign, I'm thinking... a picture of a pie, with the slogan: PIE!"

Representative of 'Big Pie': "I love it! Here's a large sack of money and the first of many complimentary pies!"

Me: "Mmm, blueberry caramel..."

Big Pie, hee!

Ah, Christmas carols in Natter:

Betsy HP

I like the really old English songs, the ones about getting blotto on cider and holly trees and suchlike.

TomW

We are a simple folk. We sing, we dance, we drink, we puke in a holly bush.

UTTAD, in Natter:

Two of my mates had a kid last year, so this was my first time I've watched a baby grow up close at hand. The first time he said "apple" I couldn't've been more surprised if my cat said it.

Rio: Um, I've already mentioned this in Music and Natter, so I may as well make a big fucking thing about it. I'm getting married.

In bigger news: still cute.

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(new COMM)

Nora: I was under the impression that if you 3 (+dogs) weren't going she'd be all by herself, alone in a dark room, listening to Leonard Coen, bourbon bottle in one hand, whisky bottle in the other.

brenda: Now that's Christmas.