Coming to you irregularly from the snowpocolypse

Merry Kwahanimas to all (I refuse to acknowledge festivus)!

We're snowed up to the gills here, and hoping that Santa brings us temperatures in the 40s and enough rain to wash the foul white stuff away.

Sadimac and I have trudged over to her mom's for christmas eve, where we will exchange good tidings & presents, eat homemade chicken pot pies, and play munchkin. It will be grand, but due to the snowy hell that nature/a vengeful god has thrust upon us, probably the only such activity we'll have in a timely matter this holiday season.

I wish the same good feelings & fun to you all (although not the weather), and a new year that was better than the last

-Xithor

A brief thought for the day

Elia Kazan would have been 99 today, but instead, he's rotting in hell.

While I do feel a slight blip of sympathy for his plight, the flood gates he opened destroyed hundreds of lives.

You should have taken one for the team Elia. You could have helped stop what happened to Dalton Trumbo from happening to so many others.