But then they buried her alive one evening 1945 with just her sister at her side and only weeks before the guns all came and rained on everyone.
I have forgotten how dirty the lab gets after no one does a thorough sweep & vacuum. I’m maybe 1/3 of the way done… Estimated completion for lab & offices: 10PM due to dinner break. Which I’m off to grab now.
GAMING IS FOR CASUALS
CATCH THE FEVER
GROW UP AND GROW A PAIR
Not bad. I was mainly nostalgia-ing the whole time since i read that book maybe ten years ago if not more. I also got a good chuckle out of the “don’t think of anything!” “i’m so sorry” bit, although I was hoping for more Stay-Puft and less Gyarados.
I made dinner for the family with help from my sister’s boyfriend. We’re pretty awesome. PS: It’s fucking delicious.
Stop what you’re doing.
Stop writing songs about depressing things or how horrible your Christmas is until someone steps into your life or how you wonder if they know it’s Christmas in some new country in Africa that no one has even heard of yet. It’s just depressing. ‘Tis the season to be jolly, fa la la la la, la la la la. Or did you forget that? (note: you should give to charity. good ones that actually do good work. do it now.)
Stop trying to be Paul McCartney and John Lennon, probably the last individuals who wrote a Christmas song that hasn’t sucked too hard (Wonderful Christmastime isn’t as bad as Happy Christmas (War is Over) because it doesn’t featuring a singing Yoko Ono.) In fact, stop trying to be John Lennon, as most of your whiny ballad Christmas songs are more or less trying to rip him off at every turn.
Stop writing new Christmas songs unless they’re actually good. That especially means YOU, Christian Contemporary and Top 40 Country stars. Christmas Shoes is a BLIGHT upon the earth. A BLIGHT.
Stop doing horrible covers of old standards. Do you have that crooning voice to match the warmth or charm that Dean Martin or Frank Sinatra gave us? Probably not. No one wants to hear your modern rock version of The Christmas Song with its squeaky clean production and annoying distorted guitar licks everywhere.
Stop trying to milk the cash cow. That’s all you’re doing and you know it. Everyone and their stepmom has put out a Christmas album at least once. Stop continuing to do so.
Stop writing songs about Christmas altogether. Go write some music about Kwanzaa or Hanukkah. I hear they have a general lack of pop standards in those areas.
Please, just please for the sake of everyone: leave our ears alone for the holidays. It would make everyone that much happier, and maybe then we could have a Merry Christmas.