Having a great holiday and hope you are too.

Let’s see…missed Halloween, the election and Thanksgiving here.  Blame Twitter and Facebook (via iPhone) and a dead PC.  Fortunately the Christmas banners went up automatically on the first,so the site didn’t look completely neglected.  Reloading software and setting new defaults on a new HP laptop now, and trying not to get thrown over the rails managing the Windows 8 learning curve.  Not to mention playing with my  new train and scheduling photo ops for the Dark Lord of the Snow.

Just a little multimedia help for the kiddies who never read books.

[via Seduced by the New]

The 2010 holidays kinda fizzled around here.  We were in escrow on the new place and never really committed to decorating, and didn’t want to unpack a lot of decorations we’d only have to pack up again a couple weeks later (the escrow was originally scheduled to close on Christmas Eve).

Having a blast decorating the new house though, and out of frustration with work, and just a bit of idlehandedness, I’ve turned to the dark side for Howling Point’s host of the new decor.  Our revered and beloved Darth Santa bobble debuted here in 2009, having been adopted in Vegas earlier that year.  He’s back now, making certain everything is fully operational for the arrival of the Man in Red later this month.  More documentation of his efforts (prequels, sequels, and maybe even an animated Life Day special), not to mention 3-D remasterings scheduled for 2020, will be forthcoming.

Taking a break from the last-minute flurry of holiday baking to bring you a little non-traditional Christmas music.

[via someone's twitter feed - sorry whoever you were]

and [via Kipesquire]

Merry Christmas, everyone!

Yeah, I know some of you a freezing your bits off under tons of snow that are collapsing your buildings.  Not really my problem, but I do have other issues that I need to take my mind off of, so here’s a bit of Christmas eye candy for ya [via Kenneth in the 212].

Remember, Christmas is only for bundling up if you’re in badly stereotyped movies.  Otherwise the secular aspects of the holiday season are all about Speedo Santa Runs and prepping for the Penguin Plunge.

Still in escrow (or at least no one’s told us differently).

Still free of prostate cancer (confirmed by the official finger of BorgHealth this morning).

Still wondering why I decorate for Christmas even though I have a dog.

It’s that time of year when the big man comes. The one who knows if you’ve been good or bad. Never been quite sure how the jolly old elf knew what happens behind closed doors, but I suspect our holiday Sith Lord would have no trouble figuring things out.
Bobbleheads are kind of taking over here this year, so don’t be suprised if a few more to run amock on the site between now and the big day.

Diego’s eating his normal dog food for the first time in a week.  I guess the fact that he isn’t expecting more ham, or roast beef, or quiche, or bacon, or some other buttery/greasy food to ‘accidentally’ fall in front of him shows his acceptance of a return to the status quo.

It was a great holiday season, incredibly busy this year, but I’m happy things have slowed back down.  I’ve got things I need to get done, and really need to take a look at the practice and make some changes for an economy that looks bleaker and bleaker by the day.  Too many projects became involuntary pro bono this year.  Sorry folks, but I decide where I volunteer my time, not you.

At least it will be a short work week as I ease back into some kind of a pattern.  Spinner goes back to work on the fifth, so I won’t get much done until then, except maybe a little mental health roadtrip.  And, weather permitting, our local little

The ghost of Christmas Present has me in my comfy robe blogging while the husband makes himself more presentable.  The ghost of  Christmas Future has us going out to fawn over decorations and finish up the shopping.  The ghost of Christmas Past has me feeling like an unrepentent glutton about to burst at the seams.  And now Tiny Diego’s going to find a big bag of treats in his stocking Thursday morning.