Epilogues: December 2014
If years were condiments, 2015 would be a fresh jar of Jif. Today is fresh, unsullied, full of poetry and possibility. But before we plunge into that smooth unknown, here’s one last tarantella with Old Man 2014.
If years were condiments, 2015 would be a fresh jar of Jif. Today is fresh, unsullied, full of poetry and possibility. But before we plunge into that smooth unknown, here’s one last tarantella with Old Man 2014.
It’s the cusp of a shiny new year. As we toast these waning hours of 2014, let’s sing for old friends…and one wondrous new guest blogger.
This Christmas, the cats and I hope you get the desires of your heart.
The cats remind us that we are not alone. For every oddity and instance of ookiness, there’s a comrade in arms to share your strangeness.
A surprisingly poetic statesman once referred to “unknown unknowns.” These are the things we don’t know we don’t know. Falling squarely into that category: the real truth about “We Wish You A Merry Christmas.”
In the presence of the following creatures, Good King Wenceslas doffs his crown. In the presence of the following creatures, the halls deck themselves. In the presence of the following creatures, we all feel an extra zing of joy.
Well, do you? It is not Feliz Navidad. It is not an ad for footie pajamas. It is…
There is much we could debate about Christmas carols. We could debate whether or not Bing Crosby + David Bowie = pa-rum-pa-pum-pum-perfection. We could debate whether playing Simply Having A Wonderful Christmastime in public should be considered a war crime. But most of all, we could debate where the comma belongs in God Rest Ye […]
We hereby open this year’s Gratuitous Cat Photo season with a golden oldie.
You and I have gotten to know each other rather well in this space, kittens. As a result, I know one of your greatest longings this holiday season.