Anyone who actually reads this blog knows that on Fridays I post my Awesome of the Week. This is an excuse for me to pull some awesome or funny or awesfunny thing off the internet (Reddit) and post it for “the world” to see. For those who know this, you may have noticed that I didn’t post anything on Friday at all. Aside from my usual forgetfulness, the real reason was that Friday was not an awesome day.
By now, you have no doubt seen the coverage or the deeper coverage or the in-depth coverage of the events that occurred at Sandy Hook Elementary school. If you turn on the news, there it is. The way I heard about the events was by flipping to the radio while waiting in the car when my daughter finally fell asleep to Beyonce and hearing a number of commentators discussing the events on MPR.
I can say that I am disgusted and frightened and saddened and all the other things that come along with this, but if I didn’t feel those ways I would be a sociopath, and I’m not a sociopath. As a father, one of the strongest emotions I feel is sadness for the families and for those who were lost. Aside from that, I feel anger and frustration.
These two feelings are due to many things. One of these is that all day today my Facebook feed was filled with posts discussing the reasons why this event gives license to the idea of teachers carrying guns at school. As if more guns could possibly be the solution. The others suggest that this happened because God is not allowed in public schools which is ridiculous. God does not create morality. Morality comes form within a person and is developed in the upbringing of a child. People equate those of us atheists as being immoral and evil because we do not subscribe to any religious doctrine. I would make the argument that we are more moral because we think for ourselves and develop our own internal morality. It is not forced upon us by a body of men. It is a part of us. It is internal, not external.
There are two things to consider in the reaction to an event such as this. One of these is that violence only perpetuates violence. In a society that is responsible for violence worldwide (wars, gun manufacturing, media, etc.) we are not condemning violence, we are condoning it. We suggest that killing is wrong, yet it is done so often in a combat situation. How can killing ever be moral, even in reaction to another atrocity? As I’ve quoted Gandhi before, “An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind.” I do not revel in the killing of another human being, nor will I ever. I do not support the death penalty. I do not support acts of war.
The second thing to consider is mental health. In the long run, banning guns countrywide would likely never completely solve the situation. It would likely change the circumstances, but there would still remain murder. As a species, we are so prone to competition, and violence amounts to nothing more. The way toward a safer country is to not stigmatize the concepts of mental health. So often does a person say that they are depressed but we suggest they just get over it, or shake it off. We do not treat these mental health problems with the same concern that we treat medical issues. We are a highly reactionary society whose population stands by the philosophy that when something goes wrong, medicine can fix it. Why can we not put more emphasis on preventative medicine, including preventative mental health care. We need to put more thought into how we can help to prevent such events from happening again. We need to help those who we think may need help to go get it.
Also, in the end we must stop focusing on these events with such media attention. By broadcasting every little element of such shootings, we give the next shooter the reassurance that once they kill so many people including themselves, they will live on in infamy. We need to turn our eyes away from the train wreck. In the end, the effort with which we report and search and read and talk about the details of these killings could very well be spent trying to figure out how to prevent another one from occurring. And maybe in the end, it will help to discourage another misguided and disturbed individual from following in the footsteps of those before them.
Spurred on by some of the posts and writing of the Bloggess, Jenny Lawson, about her struggle and success with anxiety disorders, I decided I would share my own story. I am posting this honestly and truthfully, with no (or very little) exaggeration in the hope that those who read it and may deal with the same issues can take some solace in the fact that it is not just you. This is something that effects many people and there are ways to work through it. Here’s my story:
I’ve always been someone who had to deal with a hefty amount of anxiety in my life. Throughout my school years I constantly worried about social situations and public presentations, to the degree that I would feel sick and unable to eat if I was too nervous. This never escalated much beyond a bit of nerves that would be solved once the event in question was completed. However, this was not always the case.
In my sophomore year in college I began having chest pain. It wasn’t minor chest pain either. It was pretty serious. It would begin in my upper chest around my shoulders and radiate into my back and up into my jaw. When this started happening I started getting very nervous. I seriously believed that I was having a heart attack. I remember the first night when this happened I couldn’t sleep because I was afraid that if I fell asleep I was going to die and there would be nothing I could do about it. The funny thing is that if by chance my body decided to die there was really nothing I could do about it anyway. I suppose I just wanted to be awake for it. Why sleep through the major events of life.
Anyway, as any “sane” person would do, I struck out onto the internet to figure out what was happening. I read through forums and scanned the (brand new at the time) WebMD and a slew of other internet medical sites to try and self-diagnose because why go see a doctor when you can get the same thing online. After a good deal of time, I came upon four major diagnoses (apart from the few odd outliers): I was having severe heartburn, I had angina, I was having a heart attack, or I had cancer.
The problem, it seemed (at least according to my research), was that I was too young to be having a heart attack or to have cancer. The issue I had with this “reassuring” information was that there were also a good selection of stories about people who had experienced these things at young ages and basically their bodies said screw you to the concept that these were old people diseases. Also, angina is just chest pain, and I knew I had chest pain because that was what I was looking for a diagnosis about and essentially WebMD said, “Hey, you’ve got chest pain and you want to know what the problem is, medically? Well, it looks like you have chest pain.” Thanks, asshole.
Now I had never really had heartburn much in my life, but I was overweight and ate poorly so it wasn’t completely out of the question that this was the explanation. However, this seemed far too extreme to be explained by heartburn. My real problem with this was that the pain was radiating into my back and chest and the internet assured me that this was a sure determinant of heart problems.
After a few more sleepless nights, I finally told my boss on campus about my problems and she forced me to call the doctor and go in to health services. I went in and told the doctor about my problems and she decided to run an EKG and a cholesterol test to determine if I was at risk for heart problems, though she thought it would be weird for me to be suffering from this because of my age. In the end, she diagnosed me with gastroesophageal reflux disease (GERD), or in other words, acid reflux. I was put on a PPI (Nexium) and it mostly helped out. I tried to change the way I ate to prevent some of the real problems from coming up again. Of course, I didn’t do a great job of this and occasionally I’d still have chest pains.
Because I was now taking something that was supposed to be helping me and I was occasionally experiencing the same problems, I started to worry that I was still dying. In fact, every time I started to feel the chest pains coming on, I would start experiencing other things: chills, sweating, nausea. These were all things that I had read about being associated with heart attacks, and so I continued to worry. One night when I was watching the original Oceans 11, I started having chest pain and started worrying. Then it started to radiate, as usual, into my back and jaw. Then I started sweating and getting the chills. Finally, to top it all off, I started to have pain that shot down my left arm, accompanied by numbness. Needless to say, I flipped out. I told my friends what was happening and they asked me if I wanted them to take me to the ER. After a few minutes agonizing over whether or not I actually wanted to go, I decided I would. So they rushed me down and I sat in the waiting room forever until I was finally brought back to see a doctor. After running through my problems, he ran an EKG and a chest x-ray. When all came back, he told me there was nothing really wrong that he saw. Considering all of the issues I was having, he told me that it was pretty likely that I had a panic attack during an episode of pain from my GERD.
I took all this information and went home and mostly forgot about it. I did look up panic attacks on the internet and found out that they frequently feel like having a heart attack and that they are often experienced by people with acid reflux who have a panic attack about their pain worrying that they are having a heart attack. The big problem is that people who experience panic attacks will often worry about having another one which leads to them having a panic attack. Its a vicious cycle.
Probably about a month later, after the school year had ended, my mom scheduled me an appointment with an internal medicine doctor in my hometown. He listened to all my issues and ran some blood tests. I believe he also did an EKG (I’ve probably had about 6-8 of these in my life). In the end, he prescribed a new PPI (a more extreme one this time) and talked to me about panic disorder, which he told me that I likely had. He told me a lot that I had learned on the internet (go figure that some of the information on the internet is actually true), but he also told me that there were two major ways that a person can deal with their panic attacks. The first way is to take an antidepressant which is something that I was too excited about doing. The second was through biofeedback, which is essentially a way of calming yourself down through a number of different techniques until the panic attack subsides. I decided to give that a try and worked toward it myself. I could have spoken to a therapist who specializes in biofeedback to learn these methods, but I really didn’t want to. So I just figured out how to do it myself.
Eventually I got it mostly under control. I would start to feel a panic attack coming on and I would stop everything I was doing and sit there breathing slowly until it went away. I even had one come up when I was in the middle of an exam (organic chemistry – you understand). It took a while of steady breathing but eventually the panic went away. I lost out on some of my time to complete the test, but I got it under control. And I probably wouldn’t have really done that much better had I had the time anyway.
At this point in my life, the panic attacks rarely show up anymore. The panic disorder is not gone, nor will it ever be, but I have a good deal of control over it. I still have pain from the reflux now and again, but it almost never makes me panic. The attacks really only come on when I have some sort of extreme emotional event, and I can usually get them under control.
In the long run, this type of problem is something that is not uncommon but can be really bad. In fact, it could get a lot worse if not controlled. Sometimes, people with panic disorder become agoraphobics because they are worried about encountering whatever it is that triggers the attack and they’ll panic again. As someone with the disorder, you often spend most of your time trying to avoid another panic attack until you figure out how to stop the cycle. If you worry that you have this disorder, don’t panic (I know, that probably wasn’t as cute as I thought it was). Go see a doctor, or at least look into a therapist that knows about biofeedback. Break the cycle and you’ll find that you can live a much more normal life.
And don’t try to diagnose yourself using the internet.
I’ve been a geek for a long time. I’ve always had a healthy respect for all the geeky things in life: toys, video games, books, and especially movies. I sill think fondly of the movies I enjoyed as a kid, and I have a defined plan for introducing them to my daughter. In fact, when I finally show her the original Star Wars trilogy, we’re going to make a big deal out of it. There will be snacks in a carved out R2D2 and there will be streamers and hats and Wookiees and…Okay, maybe not all that. But I’m still excited.
Anyway, with such an attachment to the films of my childhood, I am continually amazed to hear about the possibility of remakes planned. Some things aren’t necessarily surprising or frustrating like an Akira or Evangelion live action film. These are the sort of things I would enjoy watching, at least once, until I realize that anime was the best medium for this concept in the first place and that I might as well just watch that if I really want to enjoy it.
However, there are plenty of movies that I hear about being remade that make me faceplam so hard that I see Dementors. The ones that especially bother me are those that I really enjoyed as a child and still enjoy to this day. So I decided to make a list.
10. Evil Dead
Okay, maybe not so much childhood, but the Evil Dead movies have always had a place in my heart. I mean, how can you argue with a series that seemed to start out taking itself seriously and then evolved into something like the Army of Darkness, with a second film that basically reformatted the original with more blood (And more comedy!).
Also, CHAINSAW HAND!
When I heard they were remaking this movie (And not making a sequel, like Freddy vs. Jason vs. Ash. Bastards.) I was skeptical. I mean, I was skeptical in the way that I started yelling at the computer screen in a monotone as if my brain had just blue-screen-of-deathed on me. Then I heard that both Sam Raimi and Bruce Campbell were attached to it in some aspect (Largely as producers or executive producers or something.) and I was suddenly mildly interested. Only mildly though. Now that I’ve seen a trailer, I’ve decided that I probably won’t see it. Honestly, it just looks too scary now.
9. WarGames
Would. You. Like. To. Play. A. Game?
How about Global Thermonuclear War? Word. You’ve seen this flick. Matthew Broderick who was like the hero of geeks in the eighties, and Ally Sheedy who shows up again in this list. This movie made hackers a thing before Hackers was a thing. And it was one teen versus the entirety of the United States Government, and the nerdy kid won (Good work Department of Defense). And he won using Tic-Tac-Toe.
If only more things could be solved with Tic-Tac-Toe.
I heard about the potential of a remake of this film a few months ago and thought how ridiculous it was. The reality of the situation is that technology is far too advanced today to fit the premise. Hacking into the national defense grid in the 80s seemed almost plausible. Computer systems were relatively unsophisticated before everything began to evolve super-quickly in the 90s and 2000s, and now that computer hacking has become a major element of cyber-life, the government even employs hackers to anti-hack the actual hackers. For that matter, this movie took place during the Cold War, so the idea of nuclear war was always on people’s minds, and having a computer controlling the country’s arsenal of nuclear weapons (Which is mostly gone now.) was not entirely out of the question. In today’s world, we’d have to worry about all the drones going haywire and destroying things. Then we’d just be watching the Terminator.
8. Weird Science
Two geeky guys who had no luck and no chance with women decided to make their own girl. Using a computer. And science. And apparently she’s a genie.
BRAHAT!
Okay, so this premise is ridiculous. The guys are horny teenagers who just want to have sex with a girl and instead of trying to woo a real girl, they make their own. And how do you explain making a flesh and blood person using a computer? Whatever. It’s not really important. If you want a geek, raunchy comedy that is filled with a string of crazy antics you’ve got your movie.
Now, I think this film is pretty tame. It could be a lot worse, considering some of the sexual humor-based movies of the 80s, but if this was remade today I can only imagine the commercials announcing the “Unrated version you didn’t see in theaters! With all the deleted scenes you don’t want to see, but twice the boobies!” Not only that, but one of the major elements of the plot was that Lisa, the computer-girl-genie, wasn’t some mindless sex-automaton. She had a personality. And self respect. If this was made today, I can only imagine them casting the role of Lisa with an actual mindless sex-automaton. Like Kristen Stewart.
7. Flight of the Navigator
A kid goes missing and shows up eight years later with a brain full of alien star charts. Oh, and NASA gets to be the bad guy.
For the longest time, I had memories of a movie I had seen with a smooth metal ship that had an eye in it. One big freaky eye that scared me when I was young. I couldn’t remember what the movie was until the day I saw Flight of the Navigator on TV. It was like having flashbacks from Nam. All these memories came swirling back into my mind. Needless to say, I am fond of this film. It has a pretty interesting story (With the ever present hazy details of 80s films.), cool special effects, and the voice of the ship, Max, was Paul Rubens.
The secret word is: Chrome! AHHHHH!
Being completely honest, I could see this remake being okay. Like I said, the story is solid and the characters are good. Not only that, but NASA’s got a lot of time on their hands these days. They could totally spend a while scanning the brains of children to try to open a mysterious spacecraft. That doesn’t mean I’d like it though. There’s something to be said about a good remake, but just like a cover song, there’s still your connection to the original to contend with. That’s not to say I wouldn’t see it, but I’d also want to show my daughter the original.
Based off of a 1979 novel, this movie has everything: Racing snails, rockbiters, a dragon-dog, Deep Roy in a top hat.
And large breasted gate sphinxes with pointy nipples!
This story is so strange and fantastical that a remake could probably go anywhere. In fact, it could be different enough that it would be nothing like the original. That being said, nothing could compare to this film. The special effects were iffy, there were messed-up looking muppets, a creepy evil called the Nothing, but I imagine anyone that grew up in the 80s and 90s would tell you that they wanted their own Falkor for Christmas.
5. Jumanji
I remember reading this book when I was young. It was a tale of two kids who found a mysterious board game that released the horrors of the deep jungle upon the world. Then the movie came out in 1995. Take the already stated premise and add Robin Williams and an army of computer generated rhinoceroses and elephants and evil monkeys. Pure gold.
And pure beard.
I just heard about this potential remake this morning. All I have to say is “Why?” This story doesn’t need to be redone. They already did a commendable job with this version. And it’s only 17 years old. Just rent this version off Netflix. You’ll be happy. Especially watching the craziness of David Alan Grier having his police car stolen by monkeys. Yeah.
4. Honey, I Shrunk the Kids
I don’t know about you, but when I was little I always imagined what it would be like to shrink down and live in a Lego mansion that I had built for myself. Just me? Oh well.
When Honey, I Shrunk the Kids came out in 1989 I was super excited. An inventor creates a shrink-ray and the kids get thrown out with the trash and have to battle through the backyard in order to get back to size. Awesome. Throw Rick Moranis in there and you’ve got a winner.
Also, when Antie died defending the kids, I teared up. Don’t mock me. I bet you did too. Unless you’re a heartless robot.
Poor, poor bastard.
To me, remaking this movie is blasphemy. It was already perfect as it is, and adding all the special effects available today would completely change the feel of it. Not only that but without Rick Moranis, I just couldn’t watch this. It wouldn’t feel right.
3. Short Circuit
Ally Sheedy (Mentioned above.) and Steve Guttenberg work to save a robot who suddenly became sentient after being struck by lightning from an evil corporation called NOVA. Genius. Add the fact that the robot is silly and wise cracking, and that Steve Guttenberg almost seems to be playing this one straight, and you’ve got an interesting film on your hands. Not to mention the odd robosexual relationship between Johnny 5 and Stephanie.
This my woman!
For some reason, I imagine that if they redid this film, it would be more serious and semi-violent. I don’t remember where I got that from (It was here.). Yeah…I don’t want a menacing Johnny 5. I want him to be silly and ask things like “Wouldn’t you like to be a pepper too?” When I think of Short Circuit, I don’t think of war. I think of peace. And Three Stooges.
2. Gremlins
If I was given a pet that I was told I couldn’t get wet or feed after midnight, I’d probably ask why about a million times and then say “Maybe you should take it back. I’m not that diligent.” Apparently Billy couldn’t follow these rules either, and so the town was inundated with gremlins.
This movie scared me when I first saw it. Of course, I was only 1 or 2 years old and introduced to it by the son of my daycare provider. My mom was pissed. Since then, I’ve gotten to really like it. In fact, it’s one of my all time favorite Christmas movies.
Merry Christmas, lunch!
I don’t know about you but I absolutely cannot imagine this movie being redone. I bet they’d use CGI to do the mogwai and gremlins, and that seems so wrong. Look at those cute creepy muppets. They just melt your heart. Also, I just don’t think anyone would be able to pull off Phoebe Cates’ deadpan story of her ridiculously horrible Christmas memories. Just saying.
1. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
This was my childhood. I lived and breathed ninja turtles. I had all the toys, I watched all the episodes, I had strange, unexplainable feelings about the jumpsuit clad April O’Neil. And then they made the live action movie. It was glorious. The production value was fantastic, the costumes were perfect, Corey Feldman was Donatello. It even taught me about penicillin.
Dudes, I did all I could, but the pizza is gone…
There is just so much wrong with this reboot. First, Michael Bay is attached to it. That means that at least half of the film will be devoted to explosions. Secondly, there’s the fact that the movie is now called Ninja Turtles, tentatively. There was talk about the turtles being from another planet, and thus not mutant at all. I mean, Teenage Alien Ninja Turtles? How would aliens even know what ninjas are? It just doesn’t make sense (And full height turtle-people does, mind you.). I’m just worried about the demise of the actual concept here. Oh well, if it happens I don’t have to see it. But I probably will. Damn me.
If it all gets too bad, though, I can always take comfort in walking into a Pizza Hut. It’s like going back in time to the original movie. Sweet nostalgia.
Okay, so I’ve worked retail before during the holiday season. I know of the wonders of the Christmas music apocalypse. I comprehend why so many people get so burnt out on the stuff, especially considering that there are radio stations out there that start playing it 24 hours the day after Thanksgiving. Also, it seems to have started even earlier this year, sometime after Halloween ended. In all honesty, the country is probably on the verge of celebrating Christmas year round. Wow, that’s something to be famous for…
Anywho, I do love me some holiday music. I generally start after Thanksgiving and intersperse my listening amongst the other music I like, which ranges from everything to everything else. Over the years, I have developed quite a list of songs that I enjoy in this category, but there are a certain few that stand out for a number of reasons. This is a list of said songs.
1. Happy Xmas (War is Over) – John Lennon and Yoko Ono
Don’t get me wrong. I know this isn’t a Christmas song. Not really. It’s a protest song. Oh, you didn’t get that? The line “War is over if you want it” wasn’t enough. Oh dear…
I do love me some protest music. And it turns out that I also love Protest-Christmas music. This song is dramatic with a pleasing build to the eventual chorus of kids singing melodically and Yoko doing her thing (She’s so cute isn’t she, thinking she can sing? Aww.) John Lennon was potentially one of the most important figures we’ve had in music and he made some wonderful and gorgeous songs. This one will forever remain on my list of holiday classics that I occasionally listen to off-season and sing loudly while people look at me as if I had no understanding of social norms. I do, I just don’t like them.
2. White Christmas – Bing Crosby
Okay. Bing is the shit. No doubt. His Christmas songs are the soundtrack to my childhood memories of the holiday. I think back to Christmas and I can hear this song playing in the background.
I like other versions of this song that I’ve heard, but Bing Crosby’s got the market covered for white Christmases (Christmasi? Chistmaseau? Jesus Birthdays?). Aside from the fact that this song could very well be taken in the wrong way(May all your Christmases be white? I mean, you know what I’m saying. You do. Admit it.) it’s a pleasant fireside melody that draws you in to dreams of Christmases past playing in the snow. Unless you’re from a place where they don’t get snow. Like the Sahara(That’s more like Sandy Christmas). Or Florida(Old People Christmas).
3. Baby it’s Cold Outside – Dean Martin
This is by far my favorite song about sexual harassment and date rape. Oh, what? It’s about holiday cheer on a cold winter’s night? You’re shitting me?
Okay, seriously. You can’t say you’ve listened to this and never thought it odd that the female lead (Unless you count the versions in which the roles are switched, like the one by She & Him) says, without a hint of surprise, “Hey, what’s in this drink?” Regardless, this song has a playful tone and sort of takes one back to a simpler time before rohypnol was a regular concern (Instead it was getting drunk around men named Lenny with shady backgrounds). Also, the Dean Martin version remixed is pretty swingin’. If you like stuff that swings. Without that second “g.”
4. Mele Kalikimaka – Bing Crosby
I already told you about Bing Crosby being the shit? Yeah. He took a dorky concept of Christmas in Hawaii and made it cool. And don’t tell me it’s not cool. This song is so cool that it could freeze your tongue to a pole. And you’d better lick that pole. I triple dog dare you.
This song is fun and warm and happy and filled with awesome Bing crooning that makes one want to start swooning. Yeah I rhymed. What of it? You wanna fight about it? Also, it was featured on National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation, which is like the best Christmas movie known to man. What? It’s a Wonderful Life? Fuck that.
5. You’re a Mean One Mr. Grinch – Thurl Ravenscroft
Yeah. Grinch.
Seriously, if ever there was a song that summed up my childhood memories of Christmas it was this one. And not because I have bad memories of Christmas. Mostly because I am a product of the media I took part in as a child and How the Grinch Stole Christmas was a big part of said media – Xmas category.
In other words, this is all nostalgia homies. If there was ever anything that made a good summary of the meaning of Christmas, nostalgia should definitely be included. We tend to judge our experiences based off previous ones, and plan new ones in the tradition of them. Yeah. We are our history.
6. Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree – Brenda Lee
Any child of the 90s should recognize the glory that is this song. If not for the joyous nostalgia the song implies, at least for the connection to Home Alone. That’s right. Home Alone. This is potentially the defining moment of our childhood. You know you watch it every year for Christmas and remember just how much you enjoyed those criminals getting hit in the face with paint cans and irons and such. And the Die Hard tribute moment of the one guy stepping on the broken glass ornaments. Yeah, that was killer.
Anyway, this song is fun and happy and a party classic, especially when your party is composed mostly of mannequins and a life-sized cutout of Michael Jordan wheeling around on a train set.
7 – Christmas in Hollis – Run DMC
Anyone who grew up in the 90s knew Run DMC and has personal connections with this music video. The vaguely Latino elf marking kids naughty or nice on the Simon with a candy cane joystick for some reason. Hip hop meets Christmas music and done in the way that only Run DMC could pull off, this was an annual necessity on MTV. The song is playful, it’s fun, it’s semi-forceful. It’s just flat-out awesome.
8. Do They Know It’s Christmas – Band Aid
Okay, this is one of those funny ones. Not that I am opposed to what the people of Band Aid tried to do in producing this song(raising funds for the poor of Africa) but I find the song generally funny. Honestly, the individual bands could have put up some money. I mean, Sting’s got deep pockets, yo.
Not only that, but the song seems to continuously imply that poor people in Africa have no idea when Christmas is, when in fact I would imagine that any person who does not celebrate Christmas probably doesn’t know or care when Christmas is. They suggest that there won’t be snow in Africa this Christmastime. So fucking what. That’s not weird. That’s normal. Why do you have to have snow for Christmas, or for your time of the year that is unremarkable because you don’t celebrate Christmas.
9. Santa Baby – Eartha Kitt
I always can appreciate songs that are vaguely trying to appeal sexually to a mystical imaginary gift man for expensive and extravagant things. In all honesty, Eartha Kitt seems the most appropriate person to sing such a song, seeing as how she spent so many years trying to get into the pants of and eventually kill Batman.
The song is sort of funny, in an “I’m not so sure that’s funny but pretty sure she’s harassing that man” sort of way. But it totally focuses on and exacerbates the commercialism of the holiday. Maybe that’s the joke? But maybe not. I wonder how much Santa would be willing to give me a Cintiq if I implied the possibility of certain favors. Hmm…
10. Fairytale of New York – The Pogues
Okay, this list is in no particular order because I love this song. I mean, how can you go wrong with two people drunkenly calling each other horrible names and such in relation to spending time in the drunk tank. Merry Fucking Christmas.
The sentiment is not necessarily very holiday-friendly as you would expect, but the song has been on the top of my lists for ages now. Of course, I’m partial to anything Celtic sung by drunken Irishmen. To me, that just screams Christmas.
