Coconuts, Monkeys, Tradition, and Booze

Coconuts, Monkeys, Tradition, and Booze

Now that Christmas over and everybody’s holiday cheer has been poisoned by bitter relatives and travel reminiscent of a bad peyote trip, I’d like to talk about all things Yule. I’ll hurry, since I ought to be editing right now. I rate this Christmas as bizarre.  It...

Yes, Your Mom Was Trying To Kill You

I’d like to make a few hundred Christmas cookies, but most of the people who might eat them are relocated, dead, or not speaking to me. Instead, yesterday I window shopped for cookie ingredients. Yes, it’s pathetic, but I could be strapping reindeer antlers onto my...