My Battery has Sprung a Leek so I will Make This Short

Merry Christmas," said the seagull...



and then he shat on your ski mask.

P.s. I understand that I spelled "leak" like "Leek," but I like leeks, so there!

Now drink your Nog my friends!

Tis the Season

To believe in the green fairy!



Drink your absinthe, it does a body strange.

Lost but not Forgotten

Due to numerous seasonal activities (skating Deanza, Drinking at German bars, and dressing up in kilts) I neglected to post anything for Friday the 10th and Saturday the 11th. And due to numerous papers I have to write, I will be posting something quite boring and drab tonight.



High heels and corsets both look torturously uncomfortable, but at least the later makes for some tasty eye candy.



All the single ladies.

8th Day of December Movie Review

I watched The Ice Harvest several years prior to becoming a strip club aficionado, so its charm was somewhat lost on me. Just kidding, I'm too broke to hang out in strip clubs, but no where near too broke to order movies on OnDemand. Take that last phrase however you will, and do ourselves a favor and watch this movie. All star cast and plenty and of holiday b(ch)eer.

Sentimental and Mental

The open windows on my Simpsons advent calendar grow more and more as my chocolate high grows stronger and stronger. I love being greeted by Bart and Homer each morning at 5:00 AM.



Nothing says December and the arrival of Christmas like an advent calendar laced with chocolate goodies. This particular calendar covers each day up to New Years because as we all know, Homer is a fat ass.



My mother always sets up a Christmas village in our kitchen window. As a young child I always envisioned living in an upside down row boat transformed into a house. This still remains one of my life long dreams.



From inside this boat turned house the view of every sunset would always look like this.

Dec. 6th in Clogville

There are nineteen days left until the earth cracks open and a slew of demons burst forth and desecrate the innocent and... oops that was meant for a post during October. What I would really like to share with all of you (meaning Ben Fowler, (if in fact he still reads The Clog) Mikey, and Lane) is the beloved Christmas story of one of my favorite people of all time.

Clogging Through the Holidays

There are twenty days until Christmas, it is the fifth day of Chanukah, and the wind outside is howling at me like a pack menopauseal banshees.



Halloween was soooooo last month, but I will reap the benefits.



Paint the earth yellow with tree shavings.



Behold the loaf of Challah, a Jewish celebration bread consumed on Shabbat and other holidays. I traded this doughy morsel to my Jewish neighbor Larry for some of his homemade latkes. While shooting the shit with him and his family I noticed an empty Coronitas bottle... which should totally stoke out Jesse... but no one else.
More Holiday Clogging to come.