argonautgod

Thanks for all the good wishes for Mum. The good news is that she doesn't actually have angina and her arties are clear -- translated for my benefit, she's not going to drop dead anytime soon. The bad news... what bad news? It's the season, people!

Bad news can wait until 2005.

Unless you consider me slipping on black ice, landing on my ass and subsequently feeling stiff for the last two days bad news. I don't. It's the season, people!

Had my yoghurt burst during the fall... I wouldn't have cared. I'd have gone back out and bought another. It's the season, people!

I'm not even going to rail on those blatant liars at Amazon either for saying they sent my order when they hadn't. Fuck 'em, I wished them Merry Xmas and spent my money elsewhere. It's the season, people.

If the Bears blow their FINAL chance (thanks Mikey Vick, you're alright really, even though your pitiful performance vs Tampa knocked me out of my fantasy playoffs but I'm not bitter) I'll not be sad. I'll come on this site, vent and look at naked girls. It's the season, people.

Whether you're a prince or pauper, a pilot or a pillock - this is the time for joyful triumphilmilism. I'm going to celebrate from now until the New Year in my own reserved fashion. Go and do likewise.

It's the season, people.

UPDATE 20:55

Dash and Blast!

I'm not mad, no I'm not. It's the season, people.

You don't get mad during the season.

You go fucking nuclear!