‘Twas The Half-Day Before Christmas

‘Twas the half-day before Christmas, because we’d all slept in. Outside it was icky, and chilly with wind.

The oldest was back east, with his wee family growing, while we’d legged it westbound, no choice in the going.

With Mum in her new-do, and Me caffeinating, the kiddos are at various stages of waking.

The cat is a’-prowling, like a leader so glorious, leaving for us, her remnants so odorous.

Ensconced in our new digs, its old bones protecting, we’d planned for the shut in no one was selecting.

Laundry is launder-ing, there’s lunch ’round the bend. Most keepings of house is nearing the end.

There’s eggnog, and boxes and various things, to keep us all busy til the fat sleigh bell rings.

Our usual festivities ahead of us lie, potatoed together as Hans Gruber flies.

With all that has happened, from early til now, we timidly watch the days counting down.

The horizon is littered with hopeful good stuff, and all we can do now is push past the rough.

So gather together, but separate, let’s say. And celebrate as we do. For This Is The Way.

From our house, to your house, we wish you good cheer. Merry Christmas to all, and a Happy New Year.

Emergency Temporal Shrift

Well, it’s that time of year again.

No. The other one. (This we offer in humility and fear. For the blessed peace of your eternal slumber. As it ever was).

Sorry. I took a few days off.

The world raises its glasses in celebration, sending off the year in a manner befitting of whatever cultures or peoples it embraces.

We all reflect and remember in our own way.

We all have plans, dreams, hopes and schemes to unfurl in the coming days and weeks.

From the day we arrive on the planet, and blinking step into the sun. There is more to see than can ever be seen. More to do than – no, hold on… Sorry, that’s the ‘Lion King’. But the point still stands.

We will be challenged. Its not easy, the future.

It tasks us. It tasks us, but we shall have it.

And tomorrow morning, as we slink from ‘neath the lamp shade of indulgence, the first bright new day of a brand new year will shine its unforgiving flashlight upon our expectations.

I know you’re out there. I can feel you now. I know that you’re afraid. You’re afraid of us. You’re afraid of change. I don’t know the future. I didn’t come here to tell you how this..… Facepalm.  – that’s “The Matrix”. Sorry.

Look at the egg on me.


When you go forward into 2014, keep this in mind: I have a proposition which was true in old times, just as it’s true today. Be excellent to each other. And… PARTY ON, DUDES!

Oops. I did it again.

Happy New Year. And shit.

Who50 Continued – Day 2

Today’s festivities begin with breakfast.

Leadworth Breakfast Special:

Apples with faces
Baked Beans
Bread & Butter
Carrot Sticks
Fish Fingers & Custard



Followed by “The Five Doctors” – The 20th Anniversary Special from 1983.

Doctor Who 50th Anniversary Weekend Celebration – Part One

Friday Night.

The family and I are kicking off our weekend of all things Whovian.

For tonight we have:


Kronkburgers and Gallifries with Sonic Screwdrivers (non-alcoholic for the kiddies)


A viewing of “An Adventure In Space and Time” followed by all four episodes of “The Three Doctors” – The 10th Anniversary special.

Great Fun.


I Stream the Body Electric….

I have an unhealthy relationship with Netflix.

Hang on. Let me start at the beginning.

So like 5 years ago, we nixed cable/satellite as a source of entertainment, primarily due to cost, but also to stave off the bad habits we as a family were developing.

You know. Glued to the set for far too long throughout the day.

Skip to the end – We started using the streaming, digital version of Netflix probably about 2 years ago.

Man, those 3 movies and 2 tv shows were awesome.

I digress. I do that a lot.

Today, the majority of our recreational viewing is via Netflix. Which is ok, because it’s still waaaayyy cheaper than the alternative.

Here’s the problem.

No commercials.

I know, right??

What is my problem?

Here it is: Commercials would compel me to either a) switch channels, or b) get up and do something else, out of hatred for commercials.

Now we burn through tv shows, documentaries, movies of all kinds (that we’d never known existed) like some sort of tweaked out speed freaks.

It’s a bad habit.

And the worst thing of all?

You can never find the things you ACTUALLY want to watch, so you settle for something less than ideal.

Oh. My. God.

I’m paying for a video rental store.

I feel so dirty…….