Archive for December, 2008

Stuck song

Tuesday, December 30th, 2008

Friday the 13th day of Christmas

Saturday, December 27th, 2008

I’m sitting here on the couch at my in-laws house. It’s the day after Christmas and I’m the only one in our family that still hasn’t thrown up.

The wife’s cousin decided to show up with her sick kids for Christmas dinner after they’d been puking for the last week or so at home. This was actually the second year in a row she’d done that, but last year we avoided getting sick somehow. This year, not so much. We thank them for delivering this wonderful gift of infectious disease right to our doorstep.

After I came back from the store, the house looked like a horror movie with bodies scattered all over. And in the middle of this, the wife’s aunt and family arrived, from Indiana. Great timing. Not that they could help it, but it was a little comical to have them walk in as the rest of the family was running for the bathroom.

Now, I’m wondering how long it’ll be till this virus thingy claims its next victim. And who will it be?


Tuesday, December 23rd, 2008

Here’s a little less depressing clip than the previous. Consider yourself Christmas’d!

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

Monday, December 22nd, 2008

Just a funny little variation of a classic, right for the times…

Now, let’s all party like it’s 1934!

Mike, meet Mike

Friday, December 19th, 2008

I know a disproportional number of Mikes. Not too many as my close personal friends, but everyone (almost) at work, at the gym, and in the store seems to be named Mike. I usually have a pretty hard time remembering people’s names, but it makes things a lot easier when all you have to remember is one name. I even have a Mike at work who’s last name is Jackson. I try not to moonwalk too much when he’s around.

So, if you run into a guy you don’t know and strike up a conversation, just call him Mike and watch how he lights up, in total disbelief, surprised that you knew his name.

Damn you Doug!

Thursday, December 18th, 2008

Congress should put some serious pressure on Beyonce to get her to release new songs weekly. She’s seems to be our only hope!

From the Onion

Candy raccoon?

Tuesday, December 16th, 2008

Each year on the 13th of December Sweden celebrates Saint Lucia day. It’s usually celebrated by a procession and singing of Swedish Christmas carols the morning and heavy drinking at night. I used to be a diligent participant of both, but have in recent years only attended the more child friendly singing event.

For the second year in a row we’ve had a Lucia procession at our local IKEA with the Swedish school that our kids attend, so they can learn and enjoy some of the Swedish traditions that I grew up with. All people that are at least mildly familiar with this tradition know that the procession consists of: One Lucia wearing a crown of lights on her head and then a bunch of tärnor (girls dressed in white, just like the lucia but without the crown of lights), gigngerbread men, stjärngossar (directly translated as star boys, dressed in white with white cone hats), and elfs. And that’s it. There are most definitely no Candy Raccoons.


Soul sold on eBay

Monday, December 15th, 2008

What a great idea!

A musician fed up with his life was today barred from selling his soul to the highest bidder.

Dante Knoxx, 24, offered the “used” item for a starting bid of £25,000.50 or a buy it now price of £700,000 on the internet auction site eBay.

But eBay pulled the listing today with about two hours to go and no bids because it breached one of the firm’s policies.

Read the rest of the article here.

Wonder how much I’d get for my conscience? It’s well used, but still functional.

Comedic genius

Thursday, December 11th, 2008

I feel like a bad father. See, my son, thinks he’s really funny. And to be brutally honest, most of the time, he’s not. I’m not really sure why. It could be his potty humor, or the fact he keeps making weird noises and expecting me to drop to the floor laughing. Usually, I just look at him, with an emotionless face, thinking: Is that all you’ve got?! And I feel bad, because I really want him to be funny, and it hurts me to see him fail so miserably.

I also don’t want to encourage him too much. At least not the unfunny, juvenile material of his repertoire. Once in a while however, something funny escapes him. We laugh. Sometimes even a lot. And knowing that he’d penetrated our hard exterior crust of coldheartedness, he fires off a cascade of backup jokes, that once again fall flat.

I admire his persistence.



Tuesday, December 9th, 2008

Today we had frost in the morning. It’s the second time this year and I don’t like it. Unfortunetly we’re not immune to it here in Northen California. We have to suffer through it much like the Scandinavically challenged people of the north.

This however presents a slight problem for me since my transportation unit lacks that one very significant feature that really helps out when a wind shield is completely frozen over. Heat. A minor detail, I know, but since I’m also missing a scraper, and keep perpetually forgetting to buy one, I end up resorting to a water hose as my only weapon in the battle of this horrible condition, widely known as frost.