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robinbloke) wrote2003-12-01 08:48 am
robinbloke) wrote2003-12-01 08:48 am
'Tis the season to watch adverts
Right, where did December come from? There I was idling along, happily ignoring the fact that a bunchload of the planets populace is preparing itself to spend more money than they can adequately afford and bam! It's December, there, right on my door. I demand advance notification, a form to sign, an email or letter warning me about these things; give me a loopback to November and 30 days notice. I want a queue for it to stand in line and wait for oatmeal.
As a point of notice; I don't believe in Christmas, but I do believe in extra holiday, stuffing myself silly with turkey and giving shiney wrapped presents to my friends, so there.
And that's all over man, it's all over... I finished watching the last of the Futurama episodes and now... there are no more, woe is me, woe is me. Time to find a new cartoon obsession I suppose.
That said my rambling is reaching a slowdown and more steam is required, or more accurately sugar.
Thorin sits down and starts singing about gold.
As a point of notice; I don't believe in Christmas, but I do believe in extra holiday, stuffing myself silly with turkey and giving shiney wrapped presents to my friends, so there.
And that's all over man, it's all over... I finished watching the last of the Futurama episodes and now... there are no more, woe is me, woe is me. Time to find a new cartoon obsession I suppose.
That said my rambling is reaching a slowdown and more steam is required, or more accurately sugar.
Thorin sits down and starts singing about gold.
no subject
Though if you wanted to go southpark, Eric vs Mr. Hankey The Christmas Poo.