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Today’s Earworm

Christmas Carol

You better not flinch
You better not jerk
On muzzle control
You better do some work

Gunnie Claus is coming to town

He sees you when you short stroke
He knows your gun’s not clean
He knows your bayonet won’t poke
So clean out that cosmoline!

You better stock up
On ammo tonight
Polish your brass
‘Til it shines real bright

Gunnie Claus is coming to town!

Twelves Day

It’s 12:12 on 12/12/12.

Hoopla…

I guess.

30 Days of Dickens – Day 8

“The labour is so pleasant,”said Agnes,”that it is scarcely grateful in me to call it by that name.” — David Copperfield

My Take – Work I enjoy, no matter how difficult or seemingly unpleasant, always seems to go by quickly.  Mary Poppins was onto something with that whole “spoon ful of sugar” idea.  If I like what I’m doing, I do more work and I do it better.  The best trick is to find a hobby that you love and that others will pay you to do.

Today’s Earworm

 

Hey, you sing Christmas music your way, I’ll sing it mine!

Overheard in the Living Room

Irish Woman, watching a show about the Revolution on the TV:  If we were around during the Revolution, what would you have done?

Me:  Joined the Army, what else?  I see you running a tavern somewhere, serving beer and hard whiskey.

Irish Woman:  I couldn’t have run a tavern!

Me:  Of course you could have.  You’re Irish.  I’m surprised you people don’t use them as maternity wards.

Irish Woman:  You know that women wouldn’t have been allowed to run a bar back then.  A brothel, maybe, but not a bar.

Me: ……….

Today’s Earworm

30 Days of Dickens – Day 7

“Business!” cried the Ghost, wringing its hands again. “Mankind was my business. The common welfare was my business; charity, mercy, forbearance, and benevolence were all my business. The dealings of my trade were but a drop of water in the comprehensive ocean of my business!” – A Christmas Carol

My Take – Irish Woman and I believe that we are blessed to have more than we need, and we feel that that blessing comes with a responsibility to help out those who cannot provide for themselves.  It’s an obligation of honor, not a compulsion.  We are under no obligation to help those who will not provide for themselves, just those who truly cannot.  I think that’s a distinction we need to make:  Those who truly need our help should get everything we can give them.  Those who can provide for themselves, but refuse to do so, deserve nothing but scorn.

News Roundup

  • From the “Good Kid” Department – A boy in Oklahoma donated all of the toys he received for his 8th birthday to Toys for Tots, a charitable effort that tries to make sure that needy children wake up to at least a little something under the tree on Christmas.  Now, I have kids, and I’ve been taking kids for about 30 years now.  I’ve never met one who would willingly part with a birthday present for any reason, much less all of them.  This young man is unique among his peers, and he is a great example to us all.  Good on him, and good on his parents for a job well done.
  • From the “Classy” Department –  Urban Outfitters, one of those annoyingly loud mall shops that try to make young people without jobs feel rich and trendy, has put out their latest profanity-fortified Christmas flyer.  Now, I’m not going to condemn someone for swearing.  Lord knows I’ve made a few sailors blush and grandmothers swoon in my time, so I’m not going to cast the first stone over someone else uttering words that used to get people’s mouths washed out with dish soap.  But gratuitous marketing like this coursens our culture just a bit more, and to use it to market a Christmas sale is sleazy. At this point, the best way for my kids to go to school bare-chested would be for them to come to breakfast wearing one of this companies shirts.  How about next year they run merchandise emblazoned with “Our marketing department is fresh out of ideas” or “Our clientele is the lowest common denominator and they’re OK with that”?
  • From the “Mal Hombre” Department – A manager of a chicken restaurant in Kansas City proved that old adage about not having a gun because someone might take it away and use it against you.  You see, three men came into his establishment, one of whom drew a handgun and tried to rob the place.  When he reached across the counter to further threaten the manager, the manager took the handgun away from him.  Moe, Larry, and Curly then exited the building quite rapidly, running into a locked door in their rush to find an exit.  No word on whether or not the manager will be fired for possession of a firearm on company property.
  • From the “Monkey Meets Football” Department – North Korea has extended the window in which it is hoping to launch its latest attempt to put kimchi into orbit.   The DPRK appears to be trying to fool everyone into thinking that a country that still has to pick and choose which portion of its population will get enough calories on any given day has the resources for a space program.  Of course, any launch is a good launch when you’re looking for a propaganda boost, and if they’re lucky, the rocket will survive in flight long enough to be shot down by Japan.   That will, of course, give the North Koreans an excuse to rattle that rusty old saber they inherited from Stalin and Mao a half century ago, and everyone will pay attention to them for a little while.  Personally, I’m hoping the darn thing blows up on the launch pad and takes what little expertise they have with it.
  • From the “Born Near the Bruins” Department – A woman recently gave birth next to the bear exhibit at the zoo in Syracuse, New York.   While I’ve been told that walking around helps a woman in labor, I’m guessing they didn’t mean a stroll through the zoo.  Luckily, the little one and mother seem to be doing OK.  The zoo plans to give a gift to the family, and the bears have volunteered to sign the birth certificate.  Names that I’ve heard bandied about include Fozzie, Yogie, and Baloo.  I personally wouldn’t mind having the little nipper as a namesake:  Daddison Jehosephat.  It’s a family name.

30 Days of Dickens – Day 6

Now, what I want is, Facts. Teach these boys and girls nothing but Facts. Facts alone are wanted in life. Plant nothing else, and root out everything else. You can only form the minds of reasoning animals upon Facts: nothing else will ever be of any service to them. This is the principle on which I bring up my own children, and this is the principle on which I bring up these children. Stick to Facts, sir! — Hard Times

My Take – Want to flip one of my switches?  It’s easy.  Just try to win an argument by saying “I feel” or “I believe”.  Tell me what you know, not how you feel about a subject or what you believe.  Feelings are for poetry; belief is for religion.  Show some discipline, learn what is and what is not known, and be able to discuss and argue that.  Until you do that, I’m not interested in anything you have to say.