New Post?

I guess it's time for a new post. Staleness. Everyone hates it. You like stale bread? Stale cheese? Me either. Why is that? I guess it's the stimulation. We like new things. Especially when it comes to socks. Nothin' like sliding on a new pair of socks. Which is extra nice when the old ones smell like stale cheese. But what does stale bread and cheese have to do with stimulation? Absolutely nothing. Two different things. Look, here's a new post. It's probably not as good as slippin' into fresh socks, or fresh bread (can you slip into fresh bread?), but it at least should be better than stale cheese. Right? No? Well then bugger off. And oh, no new socks for you this christmas.

Now that you bring up christmas, above is a picture of where we live taken from our living room. Kind of hard to get into the christmas spirit when it's sunny and like 60 something. Well, it's not sunny and 60 something in the picture, it's a sunset after being sunny and 60 something. Clarity is important. Anyway, that whole christmas thing is a little weird when backgrounded by palm trees and surf shorts. I mean where in the hell is that hick St. Nick supposed to land that non-FAA approved sleigh (hello, where's Homeland Security in this whole thing? Seems like Osama Been Shoppin' could easily fly his own sleigh right into my chimney and nobody would give a damn) when there's no snow here? Maybe fat belly St. Nick rides a surfboard in these parts? A nice 10 footer, rudolph up front dodgin' sharks, those little freakin' elves paddlin' for their sweet little lives. Tiny little wetsuits for those dudes. Look like seals to a great white. What a tragedy huh? If those little elves were slung around like rag dolls in the jaws of a 15 foot great white, right off the beach here just before they were about to make landfall. Ever see Discovery channel? When that great white just skims across the water and snags that little seal? Tragic indeed. I mean for both those little elves and the seals. Best not to think about it really. Best to just raise a glass and give thanks that you're not a seal. Or an elf chained to santa's sled for that matter. Poor bastards probably not covered under disability.