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clevermanka) wrote2007-12-27 09:16 am
clevermanka) wrote2007-12-27 09:16 am
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It's not as quotable as 360 megs of lesbians, but I think this is one of the best Penny Arcade strips they've ever done:
That pretty much wraps up (ar ar ar) my feelings about Christmas. Don't get me wrong--I like the food, I enjoy buying presents for people, I like the food, the parties can be fun, there is (of course) the food, and who doesn't like unwrapping presents, especially when they're made of food?
However, as you can see, the parts I enjoy about the holiday have fuck-all to do with the actual Christian holiday. Never mind that the Christians ripped off most of these "traditions" from Mithras, et. al. So why am I supposed to be more joyous or generous or whatever during this particular time of year just because some religion I don't participate in is telling me I should?
Frankly, I hate this time of year. I'm more likely to snarl at that Salvation Army bell-ringer (poor bastard) than I am to drop a coin in his bucket. It's bad enough that it's snowing/sleeting/freezing. My skin already wants to crawl off my body and buy a ticket to Cancun. I gotta get my ears assaulted as well? I resent the fact that some people expect me to travel during the most dangerous time of the year--weather, traffic--just because "it's the holidays!" That's not holiday spirit talking. It's just socialized conditioning.
Of course, I get chided for not "being in the holiday spirit." Whatever. I appreciate the paid days off work (thanks, guv'nor), but I have to admit, I'd like them better if they were in, say, June.
Anyway. There's my rant. It's been a while since I posted a rant, so there was a real festive one for you all.
Last week, Coilhouse posted this entry on goth clothing or costume. Personally, I loved dress #5, but when I went back to read the additional comments, it seems everyone else who commented specifically on that dress absolutely hated it.
When I looked at the dress again, I realized that my mind immediately filled in all the ways I would change the design if I made it myself: Nix the slightly puffed sleeves, make it in dark red, and by all means shorten it to knee or calf-length so it's actually wearable. The dress as is--yeah, I can see why most everyone else hated it. But my eyes/brain picked out the things I loved about the dress (the neckline, the ridiculous gathering) and made them into something I liked.
Does anyone else do that?
I'm alone in the office today, which means I can listen to my music pretty much as loud as I want. Awesome. It also means I have to do the mail sorting for the building without any assistance. That evens things out, I guess.
On the Magic Card sorting front, I'm giving myself a deadline of two evenings to finish alphabetizing the White cards. I want to have those done by Saturday morning. I found a small stack of Black and an even smaller stack of Red cards mixed in with them, but for now I'm just pretending like I didn't. After White, I only have Multi-color and Lands. I feel like this project has taken a year. Has it?
I've decided to grow my hair out.
That pretty much wraps up (ar ar ar) my feelings about Christmas. Don't get me wrong--I like the food, I enjoy buying presents for people, I like the food, the parties can be fun, there is (of course) the food, and who doesn't like unwrapping presents, especially when they're made of food?
However, as you can see, the parts I enjoy about the holiday have fuck-all to do with the actual Christian holiday. Never mind that the Christians ripped off most of these "traditions" from Mithras, et. al. So why am I supposed to be more joyous or generous or whatever during this particular time of year just because some religion I don't participate in is telling me I should?
Frankly, I hate this time of year. I'm more likely to snarl at that Salvation Army bell-ringer (poor bastard) than I am to drop a coin in his bucket. It's bad enough that it's snowing/sleeting/freezing. My skin already wants to crawl off my body and buy a ticket to Cancun. I gotta get my ears assaulted as well? I resent the fact that some people expect me to travel during the most dangerous time of the year--weather, traffic--just because "it's the holidays!" That's not holiday spirit talking. It's just socialized conditioning.
Of course, I get chided for not "being in the holiday spirit." Whatever. I appreciate the paid days off work (thanks, guv'nor), but I have to admit, I'd like them better if they were in, say, June.
Anyway. There's my rant. It's been a while since I posted a rant, so there was a real festive one for you all.
Last week, Coilhouse posted this entry on goth clothing or costume. Personally, I loved dress #5, but when I went back to read the additional comments, it seems everyone else who commented specifically on that dress absolutely hated it.
When I looked at the dress again, I realized that my mind immediately filled in all the ways I would change the design if I made it myself: Nix the slightly puffed sleeves, make it in dark red, and by all means shorten it to knee or calf-length so it's actually wearable. The dress as is--yeah, I can see why most everyone else hated it. But my eyes/brain picked out the things I loved about the dress (the neckline, the ridiculous gathering) and made them into something I liked.
Does anyone else do that?
I'm alone in the office today, which means I can listen to my music pretty much as loud as I want. Awesome. It also means I have to do the mail sorting for the building without any assistance. That evens things out, I guess.
On the Magic Card sorting front, I'm giving myself a deadline of two evenings to finish alphabetizing the White cards. I want to have those done by Saturday morning. I found a small stack of Black and an even smaller stack of Red cards mixed in with them, but for now I'm just pretending like I didn't. After White, I only have Multi-color and Lands. I feel like this project has taken a year. Has it?
I've decided to grow my hair out.