A guy at work asked what I had planned for New Years Eve. And I told him it would probably be the standard: Everyone would be asleep by ten, except me. And I’d be drinking beers in front of the TV or computer until around 12:30. I’d probably watch the ball drop (heh), then call it a night.
“Wow, that sounds great!” he said, with high sarcasm.
But that’s the way we roll at the Compound. I’ve never gone out on New Years Eve, even when I was young and childless. Not once, in my whole life.
Yeah, I’ve seen the party scenes at the beginning of The Poseidon Adventure (before everything went to hell, and Shelley Winters was forced to swim through the ocean with a rope between her teeth), and it just doesn’t look like something I’d enjoy.
It appears that novelty hats would be involved (correct?), along with loads of strangers invading my personal space and blowing through cheap Chinese-made noise-amplifiers. I mean, seriously. Who needs it?
And yes, that’s my New Years Eve frame of reference: the opening scenes of The Poseidon Adventure. What of it?
What about you? Do you go out on New Years Eve? I’m made to feel that the entire world is partying, like something off MTV Spring Break, and I’m the lone stick in the mud, power-farting into upholstery at home with a bottle in his hand.
But am I the only one? Tell me what you have planned this year. And if you have any memorable New Years Eve stories to tell, from back in the glory days or whatever, I’d like to hear those too. Use the comments link below.
And speaking of being cool and cutting-edge, we got a new hot water tank installed yesterday. How great is that? Yeah, just when I start sounding like a burned-out old fogey, I hit you with something vibrant and exciting. Dammit, I refuse to be pigeonholed.
And nobody can touch the quality of our hot water. Nobody!
I still don’t feel so great. Thanks for asking. Plus, I’ve now got flaking skin around my nostrils, to add to my disturbing Statler Bros. voice and gloopy eyes. I look like some kind of escapee from a government quarantine.
But, if I can make it to 1:30 am, I’ll be in the clear. After tonight’s ball-mashing session, I’ll have four recuperation days ahead of me. And I plan to make good use of the Netflix “Watch Instantly” feature. From a horizontal position, if possible.
Please remember that the price of the blue/gray shirts will go back to sixteen bucks on Friday. So, if you want one at the insane no-profit-for-me price, you’d better jump on that shit right now. Here’s yer link. I plan to make a post office run tomorrow, so today would probably be a good day to order.
And I want to publicly thank Pagan for buying me one square-foot of Scotland, as a Christmas present. I have my deed (it’s actually a lifetime lease), and you can read about the area where my square is located, right here.
Thanks, man! That’s incredibly cool, and I plan to visit my land someday soon. I want to make sure it’s being maintained to the highest Half-Shirt standards. I can’t have my square going to seed; I’ve already started lying awake at night, worrying about it.
When I go, I’m going to see if I can set up a webcam. Maybe I’ll be able to stream constant footage of my square-foot, here at TheWVSR? That would be fantastic.
I’m calling it a day now. I need to do something about all the dead skin around my blowholes. Good god… I think I asked a Question up above, something about New Years Eve? I can’t remember. But let’s just go with it.
And I’ll see you guys tomorrow. Same Internet time, same Internet station.
Have a great day, my friends.
Now playing in the bunker
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The ole lady’s nymphomania is flaring up again, so I’m going to keep this short.
Hope everyone has a safe and fun filled night and a great twenty-ten.
Peace and taco grease!
Christmas at our house is Lasagna with salad and then to church for the Christmas Eve service. I knwo some that read this board have issues with organized religion, but since it is Christmas, I want to share something……”Therefore the Lord shall give you a sign: behold, a virgin shall conceive, and bear a son, and shall call his name Immanuel.”
Isaiah 7:14
This was written by the prophet Isaiah some 700 years before the birth of Christ. One unique thing about this prophecy is that it is fulfilled word for word in Matthew 1:23 which says “Behold, a virgin shall be with child, and shall bring forth a son, and they shall call his name Emmanuel, which interpreted is, God with us.” The odds of this happening have been calculated at 10 to the 17th power to 1, or one hundred thousand trillion to 1! Kinda staggering to even think about. This in itself is proof that the birth of Jesus was no normal birth and it brought the Messiah into the world.
I think what we need to remember is that Christmas is only the beginning of the story. It is a wonderful thing, but totally meaningless without the cross. In
John 15:15 , Jesus says, “Henceforth I call you not servants, for the servant knoweth not what his lord doeth: but I have called you friends; for all things that I have heard of my Father I have made known to you.” Isn’t it amazing that God considers us friends. Not subjects, not slaves, not servants, but friends. Just before Jesus said this he also said in verse 13, “Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.” This is exactly what Jesus did for us. I think this is what Christmas is all about!
Funniest stuff ever! “This in itself is proof”…priceless. Proof? Based on an arbritrary work of fiction? That someone decided should be known as truth? You take this as gospel? The Lord of the Rings is a more compelling read! Everyone is free to enjoy their own preferences when it comes to art but the sheep make me laugh.