It was the first one I came up with.

The Terror of Jingle Bells: Who will survive the race with the wolf pack?

The Terror of Jingle Bells II: They've eaten Grandma. Who will be next?

Little Match Girl III: She's back with her matches and this time she has gasoline

CSI NY: The bearded man at Macy's claimed he was Santa, but what was he doing with little girls?

Other AU sequels:

Little Red Ridinghood II: Revenge of the She Wolf

Little Red Ridinghood III: The Woodsman with his Ax Gave Grandma 40 Whacks

Jack and the Beanstalk II: The Ho-ho-horrible Revenge of the Giants

Cool, Ginger. Anyone else?

Frosty the Snow-man: The first taste is free.

Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer II: Payback's a bitch.

We Three Kings, the Rambo Remix: The Kings arrive with their palace guards and have a showdown when Herod's troops show up.

A Christmas Carol (rejected concepts): Christmas Future--The Cratchits sell their oldest daughter to Mother Fitz to get the money for Tiny Tim's medical care.

(sorry about the last one, Victorian England was a nasty place)

Murder on 34th Street

Ho-ho-Homicide-How Grandma Got Run Over By The Reindeer F---g Golden Holidays: A Chicago Frickin' Miracle

Feeling sort of bummed by my blogging assignment these days. Every month there's more rules and the editor seems less satisfied by what I do. Yes, the prop 8 post was inspired, but this is a side job, and I'm a writer, not a content module. I can't just push a button on the side of my head and get something brilliant. If I could, I'd want more money.What should I do? Admittedly, even I would have called my last posts "fine," rather than "great," but when I get perfectionist, he bitches that I'm not writing enough.

Can you tell him to keep the quality up you need more freedom to decide what to write? If he says you need "do what I tell you, or get out" then you will have a decision to make. Is there a risk even to asking him to back off? Again you have a decision to make as to whether to bring it up.

Bottom line though, if the work conditions for an unpaid gig are preventing you from doing work you are satisfied with maybe you should look for better ways to spend the time. Heck, do a regular diary on the Daily Kos, and you will probably reach a larger audience than a speciality blog. (The downside of that would be fairly nasty anti-feminist and anti-disabled posters in the comments section of the "why can't ya take a joke" variety.)

I think he's never really been anyone's editor before. But that doesn't make his carping less annoying. And of course, it's his brainchild. He is going to feel differently than I would. Flattering suggestion, but I doubt I have the policy chops for Kos--they'd probably have me for lunch, and I don't mean porn.

Working on a poem for a friend's Xmas Present. The poem will intergrated onto a photo of my friend dancing at a party.

Tips, quips, chipsNdip all appreciated:

You know you have always been there,
Vital part of all we have seen and done;
The simple and the strange –
Death and birth and life.
All the attending boredoms and excitements
To which our intertwined existences have fallen prey.

Others around you have mutely plodded along life’s road;
some circled confusedly
and yet others have simply stopped,
too exhausted, too heartsore or stubborn
to move further into that they cannot yet comprehend.

You have always danced.

One always envies the dancers,
Wishes for that grace.
To be able to speak with the body!
The only universal language,
The one in which you are fluent, and fluid and filled with light…

And we, we just watch: aching, heavy. Stone-still; granite-dumb.

Other dancers deny entry to the dance:
“It is too sacred. It is not for you.”
Your dance is always joyous invitation –
“Come! Laugh! Dance!”

And so, we plodders, we confused, exhausted, stubborn…
We willingly grasp your outstretched hands,
Believe your smile, believe you touch will to extend us
A grace, a benison,
A merengue, a salsa,
Hip to the hop,
Drop-it-like-it’s-hot

Your joy will spill to us and
We can dance.

Finallydance.

Just dance.