Kyrgyzstan trying to develop sex tourism.

"Mount Santa Claus in Kyrgyzstan."

I can't wait until they start selling T-shirts.

Kyrgyzstan, by the way, is pronounced "Shuh-shev-ski."

'Tis the season to make hideous, annoying music.

10 Most Annoying Christmas Songs.

10. Here We Come A-Wassailing.
9. Redneck 12 Days Of Christmas.
8. Do They Know It's Christmas?
7. All I Want For Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth.
6. Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer.
5. I Want A Hippopotamus For Christmas.
4. Santa Claus Is Watchin' You.
3. Alvin & The Chipmunks "The Christmas Song".
2. Jingle Dogs.
1. Barbra Streisand's version of Jingle Bells.

Song of the Day: Creepiest Xmas song EVER.

It should have been done by Burl Ives.

I think I'll pass.

Stumped about what to give that special someone this Christmas? How about
some rhino poop?

Ummmm . . . It's the thought that counts?

Oh, Kressmuss Kressmuss! Mnah Mnah Mnah!

The above is intended to be delivered in a whiny little contemptuous voice directed at all the Christmas drones.

Having said that, here's more X.M.A.S. pics:

Santa Heads In A Plastic Bag.

Self portrait.

The Pole Monster.

More X.M.A.S. pics.

Police are hoping this picture from

surveillance video will help someone

recognize and identify the Serial Snowman Stabber.

What's the old saying,

"You can put Christmas lights

and deathsicles

on a shithouse

and it's still a shithouse."?

Looks like some sort of torture mechanism.

I can't tell.

Is the snowman stalking someone,

or cruising for sex?

This looks like the runway to Hell.

That one isn't all Christmassy,

but it looked somehow ominous,

so I took a picture.

Christmas is 22 days away.

What do you get the Gay Goth Who Has Everything?

Answer here.

Song of the Day: Christmas Music!

How Evel Knievel Made Me Hate Santa Claus.

I don't remember exactly how old I was, but it was the year that Evel Knievel Stunt Sets were THE It Toy for Christmas. And I'm pretty sure it was one of the years Dad was on strike at Christmastime. If I had to make a guess, I'd say I was about six.

Santa was appearing at the local skating rink, letting kids sit on his lap and tell him what they wanted for Christmas.

I waited in line patiently to tell him that all I wanted for Christmas was the Evel Knievel Stunt Set.

When I got my turn to sit on his lap, he asked me what I wanted for Christmas.

I said, "THE EVEL KNIEVEL STUNT SET."

That was last moment that Christmas meant anything to me, because in the very next moment Santa looked at my mother, then looked at me and said, "Well, there are a LOT of little boys that want the Evel Knievel Stunt Set, so I couldn't make enough of them. But I'll be sure and make you something really nice for Christmas."

Translation: I like all those other little boys better than you, so I'm giving THEM the Evel Knievel Stunt Set and not you. You're pretty low on the Santa Totem Pole, kid. Welcome to the North Pole pecking order.

Even at six years old, I recognized this.

And decided that I didn't believe in Santa anymore. And if I would somehow become convinced Santa was real, I HATED him.

It's been about three decades since that night. And not once has Santa shown up to make it up to me.

I don't know how Evel Knievel would feel about this tiny little piece of his legacy, but I thank him for showing me the truth.

Rest In Piece, Evel.

X.M.A.S. decorations about towne.

Over on Flickr, they have a group of pictures called "The Horror of Christmas." They could devote an entire subgroup to Thayer alone.

Here is a sample of some of the holiday spirit in Thayer. I took these pictures yesterday.

That one's what the inside of those X.M.A.S. Light Trees looks like.

Santa is scary.

Song of the Day: Don we now our fvckin' headphones and crank it up to 11!

(I guess you can see I've decided to try not outdarking the darkness this year.)

Gummint Cheese Prequel: 9/25/1975

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Gummint Cheese Prequel: 9/19/1975

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Gummint Cheese Prequel: 9/17/1976

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