The Passion of the Claus

Today was damned productive. I woke up resolving to have a great day and I almost succeeded. The people at work were buttheads, but what are you gonna do, eh? I suppose that's why it's called work and not play. At any rate, I ordered a crap load of Christmas presents for my son today. So much so that my husband has told me that I cannot buy any more for a while. Whatever. He's not the boss of me. Boy, I love Christmas! The sights, the sounds, the smells, the ripping open of wrapping paper and the subsequent lazing about among presents. Christmas' when I was younger were the bomb. They were the only times when I was truly happy to be alive. Yes, I was a depressing soul, even as a youngin.

Listening to Serena Ryder (iTunes her because she rocks) makes me want to try to tackle my guitar again. I got pretty far a couple of weeks ago. I learned an open G and F. I kept trying to convince myself that the reason I haven't been playing is because my fingers are too short. That's right. I'm not a lazy fooker, but a lazy fooker with stubby fingers. Maybe I'll buy myself a mandolin. Then, I can learn to play the intro to "Losing my Religion" and call it a day.

Guess what? I've found a place to send my bastard Christmas play "The Passion of the Claus". It's a gut-wrenching slice-of-life that chronicles the debilitating self-doubt and niggling insecurities an aging Santa must battle the other 364 days of the year. Did I mention it's written for Kindergartners? I'll let you know how this all turns out...

One last thought- I cannot listen to the Spencer Davis Group without thinking about all those STOOPID financial planning commercials! Look, words cannot express how much I freaking love the Spencer Davis Group. I even believe that Steve Winwood- with the help of corrective dentistry- could be a major hottie (don't knock it. Dentistry turned David Bowie from a space freak to a space freak with perfectly capped incisors). "Gimme Some Lovin" shouldn't remind me of ex-hippies who, instead of spending the last forty-odd learning bulls and bears, sunk every peso they had into ill-fated hemp futures.

Last thought- Did you know that John Phillips (Mamas and Papas) taught his daughter to shoot heroin at 12 years old? He died last year and is now burning in hell.