Seasons Greetings, from Above

Whichever holiday you choose to celebrate (if any), I hope you have the happiest.

Seasons Greetings from the Hubble Space Telescope

Hubble Space Telescope greeting cards.

AtBC – Doomed

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AtBC - Doomed

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AtBC – Shimmy

Guest starring…

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AtBC - Shimmy

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Hottie Competition

Y’know Kevin has dedicated an entire blog to his Redhead. I’ve kind of avoided talking about my wife, mostly because she knows where I keep the framing hammer, and she’s not afraid to use it (on me).

But this I had to share.

My Covergirl Wife

She is TEH SEXAY HAWT!!!!

(Disclaimer: I already know what I’m getting for Christmas, so this post is not in any way an attempt to suck up. Just so y’know.)

Y’know What Sucks?

ShakespeareTrying to write with the dog barking in your ear for attention.

Too many bills, not enough money, Christmas in a week, and a dog barking in your ear for attention.

5 blogs, 3 email addresses, 2 kids, 2 forums, 1 brother-in-law with a mullet, 1 wife you barely see, 1 comic strip, 1 novel, 1 massive case of ongoing writer’s block, 0 ideas for income producing non-fiction, and a dog barking in your ear for attention.

65 gajillion boxes full of Christmas Village sitting on the kitchen floor that need to be displayed, 1 recurring stomach virus, and a dog barking in your ear for attention.

The Cowboys and Flyers both lost, and a dog barking in your ear for attention.

A huge box filled with about 6 months of unopened mail, and a dog barking in your ear for attention.

Blogs you really love, but just don’t feel up to reading, and a dog barking in your ear for attention.

Pain, and a dog barking in your ear for attention.

Lethargy, and a dog barking in your ear for attention.

Life, and a dog barking in your ear for attention.

A desperate need for peace and tranquility, but a dog barking in your ear for attention.

Kay’s First Byline

I have no idea how she managed to get it done.  If you ask me, she’s way overextended herself, has too much going on, and takes on too many projects.

Fortunately, she has more sense than to listen to any damned thing I have to say on the subject.

Kay’s first article, co-written with a colleague (wow, that’s a weird word to associate with my baby girl), was just published in The Daily News.   Go read the whole thing.

Here’s the first little bit:

AS teenagers, most of us have a pretty long Christmas list ready for Santa — we’re just waiting for the “naughty” or “nice” stamp next to our name. But what about the kids who know that no matter how good they are this year, Santa’s not stopping by their home on Christmas? There are hundreds of homeless families right in our community who can’t afford a big fancy feast or even presents. Santa might be make-believe, but the struggle some families are fighting isn’t.

If you’d like to help, there are several local organizations you can contact.
Adopting a family through Christmas Cheer is one way to help a family who is in need for the holiday season.

Note what she chose to write about.  She rocks.

Sockpuppets

I was on a roll, what can I say?

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Sockpuppets

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Oh Danny Boy

AtBC, the comic strip. This is the first in what may evolve into a serial, and concerns a recent conversation over at After the Bar Closes:

(click to embiggen) <—Dr. BA coined that word, and I like it. Get over it.

Episode 1 - Oh Danny Boy

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HDTV and My Blood Pressure

Planet Earth, Screenshot from the Planet Earth Website

Yes, I realize I’ve not posted about the end of the football season, and I’ll get to that. I’m actually working on some highlight video to accompany that post, and don’t have all the source material yet…In the meantime…

Crap. Crap, crap, CRAP!

Y’know what sucks? Y’know what really makes my blood boil?

HDTV.

Ok, so my wife usually watches the idiot box in the living room, and I in the bedroom. Mostly that’s just a case of we don’t usually enjoy the same type of programming. I’m not into ChickTV, which involves mostly men cheating on their wives and trying to kill them but somebody gets terminal cancer and everybody copes. Does nothing for me. She on the other hand, is not into spaceships blowing up hideous aliens who attempt to impregnate humans by sticking large slimy tentacles down their throats and then feeding on their dismembered carcasses. I don’t understand how that doesn’t thrill her, but I suffer in silence.

Problem: The living room TV has been on its last legs for well over a year now, the picture degrading to the point where reading the TVGuide thing or the score of the football game you are attempting to watch was an exercise in futility. The colors became redder and redder, bleeding one into the other to the point where the picture had become little more than an extreme close up of some orangy-red gelatinous substance.

Solution: Christmas is coming up, and well, duh.

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