The True Meaning of Christmas

I found what Christmas really means this season. It is making fun of non-Christmas celebrating peoples. Take that Kwanzaa! Who needs corn when you've got piles and piles of fruitcake to munch on for weeks, nay months before downing them all?

Take that Chanukkah! Or was it hanukkah.. with an h? Chandler? Can't even spell it correctly, can we? So what if you get 7x more presents? I bet it's a dreidel or a Lego Menorah like last hadoken.

And let's not forget the witches in da hood. Winter Solstice? Nah, too ascetic fo my tastes and dancing around a burning big log kind of makes me want to use the crapper for some reason.

And I'm thankful that my family renounced the yearly exchange of fruitcake... I hate that cake. I for one like booze, and fruit and the occasional cake, but all three together is kind of nasty.

Walla failure?

'De, Meron.

Walla is not working anymore... Curses! Most of my site details were there, now I can't access and administer my database...

Shows me to trust in some two-bit site that offers a Gigabyte of mail storage... HOORAY GOOGLE!

Spy vs Spy

So... who exactly wins in Spy vs Spy?

The Sun God vs El Savior tonight at 7 EST

Christmas = December 25 right? But why? Was the Gregorian calendar created before the Lord of all Christians and mortal men errumm peoples?

No right? So why did we plaster December 25 as Christmas Day, why not a more hospitable day like May 1 (Seriously, we've got to make Arbor/Labor day a real nonworking holiday).

My heartfelt and reasonably unnescessary research led me to this fact.

Rome: 313 AD. Christianity has set its tush in the greater Roman empire and like most mass... somethings, It had to protect itself from other inferior quality religions.

Back then the hip and cool place to hang out ws the pagan festival of the sun which was allegedly celebrated on Decenber 25-ish. Bacchanalian capital of the west. Drinking, eating, wanton and gratuitous sex... drinking all to appease the sun god. HEY, just like our modern christmas... except we drink, eat and do drinking induced wanton and gratuitous sex to appease the SM Supermart and to a lesser extent the Walmart god.

Anyway, like modern media mavens, Christianity wanted the virtues and edicts of the bible to get prime exposure to the masses, and since the festival of the sun god was the time and place to be, the Christians proposed to celebrate the birth of the World Savior Jesus "El Savior" Christ on the day of the sun god.

Bacchanalian paganists were quick to follow and like all fads do, the latest and greatest celebration became Christmas day. How fast? In 313 AD, Sun God tatooes and Sun God party pills were all the rage, and in 336 AD, the last of the God of Suntan Bar and Disco partied it's last and sold all their tanning booths and replaced them with crosses and fruitcake-makers.

Why the pagan celebrated the Sun God on the coldest part of the year, we may never know.

More Christmas Stories next post kiddies, enjoy your eggnog!

Venting Frustrations 2

Welcome to
IT COULD HAVE BEEN WORSE CASE SCENARIO

Seriously, after waking up to a lively beat from a marchiong band in practice, I knew that today couldn't get any worse...
Or was it... An hour after that, I got to ride a jeep that won't stop for anything, apparently that includes passengers. Moments after I paid my obligatory fare and said the sweetest thing I asid all day (Manong, para.), the d*** sped of to the road with me in it. I could have said "Stop, I'm getting offa here" momentum stepped in and he increased speed. So what to do? I jumped off running.

And contrary to popular belief that if you ran before you hit the ground you'd be safe... no, you'll get to be face to face with his fellow jeepney driver's ride.

Goddamit man! Use your rearview mirror, @$$!

After waddling off to the side of the road thanking fate that I can wiggle my toes, I go to class to the beat of another set of cacophony. See the room has a duct running from the upstairs to the basement, and the upstairs are holding an acoustic concert audition.

We all know how the least talented and musically tonedeaf go to these auditions. And I've got ringside seating on a lefthanded chair with my ear directly facing the aforementioned duct which now acts like a megaphone for the audition.

Add to that that I haven't eaten yet and still have Macario Fronda's smash hit trumpeting across my temporal lobe.

This day sucks. Like Paris Hilton's... Movie career.

Beyond the window

Like particles we sway where the wind takes us... unknowing, naive...
Man, am I stoned... Usually when days are boring, I let my mind loose on the outside world. and when it's time to return to the mortal world, my body give signals... usually constipation or abrupt bladder issues.

These extra-cortical adventures gives me gas and useful insights from the astral plane...

• Why do I write: I write to initiate insanity, not to keep it
• I grow tired of manic sensory input... That is why I eat rice and wear monochrome outfits
• The first hour defines the course of the day... don't fuck up breakfast
• Strange that I gravitate toward thick paper-back books
• Authority represses what is denied to them
• If I survived armageddon I'd first say... "What were the odds?