Here I find myself in complete agreement with Mr. Lileks (~ 5:25). Especially regarding: Come they told me, a rum pa pum pum (~ 8:00).
Uh, no, Little Drummer Boy, no one asked you to come a pum pum. Seriously, what new Mother barely out of the stirrups, coming down off the epidural, asks to have a precocious little boy stop by to bang on his skins?
Joseph: “Kid, seriously? Take your drum and beat it, can’t you see we’ve just had a baby here!”
Of course the baby wasn’t Joseph’s. Meaning I doubt he was handing out cigars to his buddies afterwards. Nevertheless, he’d committed himself to the long haul, incredulous though he must have been — C’mon Mary, this is me you’re talking to. You’re really sticking by this claim you’re a Virgin? Srsly?
These days there’s not a rational person alive who wouldn’t demand a paternity test. Back then, had genetic testing been possible, can you imagine the surprise on the analyst’s face — “Lady, I don’t know who you’ve been sleeping with, it certainly wasn’t this Joseph of Nazareth fellow that’s for sure, because we’ve never seen anything like this. Mam, may I ask that you please sit down. You see, what I’m trying to tell you is, these DNA sequences, they’re…well, they’re not human.”
Poor Mary. Isn’t just like a man not to believe the woman, to blame the victim. Although given her son’s eventual role in the creation of a new religion it’s hard to view Mom as the victim. It’d be like feeling sorry for Lebron James’ mom.
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Solstice tomorrow! Like I said a few posts back, expect to see me on the back porch in my house slippers Tuesday afternoon at about 3:40 PM (AKST) raising a toast to the additional 10 seconds of daylight. Actually, come to think of it, I’ll likely be at work then. No worries; wherever I happen to be I will pause for celebration.
Still largely snow-less around here, in town at least, and no snow in sight, if the forecast is to be believed. We are headed down to our Nest for Christmas and the weekend that follows. Just the two of us and Chester (The Dog). To read books, watch movies, lounge in the hot tub, walk the beach, eat well, quaff often, and sleep soundly. To give thanks for what we have. And — despite the dubious feeling of honor many of you must have knowing you are a recipient on my mailing list — to get started on the 2015 Nibblet!
Until then, Here’s To Longer Days…(raises glass to toast you all).