Sunday Oct 18, 2009

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Sunday-walking through frosty dark city, black coffee and cigarette in hand, lovin' the hell out of my woolen knee-socks. I like this time of year before the snow falls, it's the snow/ice that is the devil.

Someone is asking/begging/challenging me to write/draw a story for christmas (one of those in 24 installments, counting down through December) and I would like to surprise them by actually doing it, but my mind just goes so blank. All I've got is a few sketchbook pages of neurotic angels and two-legged pine trees. No good.

What's your favourite christmas story? What would you like to see in a story like that?

--- And even though my holiday enthusiasm is limited, I refuse to take the obvious grinch approach: that shit has been done too many times...
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deuteranopia:
I've recovered from my brief imagination explosion due to your previous comment. I've determined that you, my friend, are what I like to refer to as "the bee's knees." In my day, this was a good thing. It means you're pretty frackin' awesome for one reason or another. In this instance, your wit has shone as one of your most endearing traits and I would like to acknowledge this.

Let the pancreas fondling commence.
deuteranopia:
Would you rather I called you the dog's meow? Yeah, I said it.

Meh.

I've got to go to work. I do not so much care for this whole "wake up at 5am to get ready for work" bit. I miss my graveyard shift where I didn't even need an alarm clock. Curse my being the highest ranking person in my shop!

Toodle-loo!

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