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.

My ugly mug.

You won't see a lot of pictures of me here on the blog, mostly because nobody (including me) wants to look at my ugly mug, but I *have* occasionally received an email from a minion or two who wants to gaze upon my visage. It's easier to worship someone when you know what they look like, I guess.

So here you go. They were taken with my digicam over the past couple of days.

Those of you with weak constitutions, avert thine eyes.

Don't be TOO nasty with your comments, or I'll post the collage I sent to R of pictures of what happens in the Gay Hulk Family household when Mikey is gone to camp! :)

Not so "Heee heee" now, is he?

" Stop poking me or I'll jump! I swear to Gawd I will!!! I'll splatter all over your sidewalk!"