I was watching this and thinking “Another nice parody, Mr Reynolds!”
Then I found out it was real…
Let’s use the obvious meme:
Two more signed Ray Bradbury Christmas broadsheets, both bought off eBay:
Jigsaw the Golden Retriever, the oldest of my two dogs, just turned 14.
I asked my vet how he was doing for his age. She said “I don’t know. They don’t usually live this long.”
Jigsaw started out as an unrestrained riot of affection and turned into a dog that everyone loves.
Here are a few pictures of him over the years.
With an old dog, you know your days together are limited, and you just try to cherish the time you have left.
Finally, a video that combines two of the biggest obsessions this time of year:
Merry Christmas, everyone!
Last year this time I threw Stellarscope’s version of “Silent Night,” and I liked it so much I decided to turn it into one of those “holiday traditions” you hear so much about.
Merry Christmas!
Slowly but surely collecting all of these:
Bradbury, Ray. Christmas Wishes 1986. Self-published, 1986. First edition 8 1/2 x 11″ broadsheet, folded once (as mailed), otherwise Fine- with slight wrinkling. inscribed by Bradbury: “Hans N!/Ray Bradbury”. A one page poem, like all Bradbury’s Christmas broadsheets. This one says “From Maggie & Ray Bradbury,” but I’m not sure it was actually co-written by his wife. Bought off eBay for about $35.
Picked up another signed Ray Bradbury Christmas broadsheet off eBay:
Bradbury, Ray. A Christmas Wish 1989: The Bread of Beggars, The Wine of Christ. Privately printed, 1989. First edition broadsheet, a Fine copy, inscribed by the author: “Tim!—Love!—Ray!” Bought off eBay for $34 plus shipping.
The slight shadowing on the left side is a scanner artifact, probably a result of leaving it in the protective plastic while scanning it…
For a little seasonal cheer, enjoy Crocodiles & Dum Dum Girls “Merry Xmas, Baby (Please Don’t Die)”.
Two Michael Swanwick books:
Copies of both of these will be available in the new Lame Excuse Books catalog I’m sending out on Monday.
I blame Dwight.
Evidently there’s a Swedish charity that’s trying to raise goat awareness or some damn thing, and to do so they’ve released a Christmas album.
Sung by goats.
And by “sung,” I mean “torturing you ears.”
Yes, it’s Jingle Cats with goats. If you’re in dire need of finding a way to make guests leave at the end of a Christmas party, I think this will provide the answer…