I have not been blogging. My brain is currently on pause and there isn't much going on up there this week. I blame a dangerous combination of excellent teevee in the form of an entire season of Dexter on the clarity of DVD, and my old nemesis, procrastination.
Prior to this bout with procrastination, this blog had been my excuse for not doing what I ought to be doing and yet not inducing guilt as a computer game would. I figured it was creative and a good warm up to a day sitting in front of Big Momma Lou - my main computer - editing an impossibly poorly shot documentary. As an aside, if you own a video camera, for the love of god, buy a tripod... and USE IT!
So I'm back to doing this blog stuff. Shooting virtual terrorists is a sad sad way to avoid my editing duties.
Today I give you a photo of a creepy Santa while you consider how to pay that christmas visa bill.
As an adult, I find all Santas creepy. Perhaps it is a reminder of that first big lie that adults feed you, (and that stream of lies just doesn't end, does it?) Maybe it is because I'm a little suspicious about kids lining up to sit on some old guy's knee. I'm not sure, but the only Santa that I currently have much admiration for is the one portrayed by Billy Bob Thornton in Bad Santa. This movie holds the christmas movie record for a whopping 170 uses of the word 'fuck', 74 uses of 'shit', 31 uses of 'ass', 10 uses of 'bitch', and 1 use of 'bastard'. I heard tales of parents taking their children to see this in theaters. I laughed and laughed and laughed. I do have an evil side... and it has a nasty sense of humour.
Now I will unplug the internet from my computer and get back to it. Working from home actually sucks worse than putting in time at the office. Strange, but true.
