The link of the day comes thanks to Amy, who is a serious Catholic but like the best Catholics, knows that God has a sense of humor. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Cavalcade of Bad Nativities.
Merry Christmas.
Circumstance carried me to the Somerset Collection today, the hoity-to-the-toity mall up in Novi. How hoity? A long line of children does not stretch across the central court waiting to see Santa; oh no, at Somerset, Santa can only be seen by appointment. I was there with my friend John and his adorable 3-year-old, Sally. Luckily, she didn’t want to see Santa, content to gaze upon him from a distance. The three of us were headed to the Apple store, to chip one more user away from the Windows empire. He left with a new PowerBook and a bright, virus-free future. (Knock wood.)
Sally got antsy before the deal was done, so I took her out to the Santa staging ground. She wanted to ride the escalator. We did so, about 20 times. Little kids are so great. When Kate was that age, she was as thrilled by a trip to the grocery store as one to the park. It’s a good age.
They’re all good ages, in their own way.
Said the person still on the near side of adolescence.
Oh, well. At least I know that if something confusing comes up to distance Kate’s generation from mine, American journalism will be happy to explain it all:
Teen Accused of Stealing iPod From D.C. Metro Rider
An 18-year-old student was arrested at a D.C. school yesterday for allegedly robbing a Metro passenger of an iPod, an expensive music-playing device that has become a pop-culture icon, a Metro spokesman said.
The electronic devices, which let people carry thousands of songs with them and listen to them through earphones, are about the size of a pack of cigarettes and have rapidly replaced the older portable Walkman-style stereos as the entertainment device of choice. Many people use them to alleviate the boredom of trips on crowded subway trains and the perceived tedium of many other activities.
Funny analysis of this puzzling paragraph, here.
Now I’m starting the weekend.
Carmella said on December 2, 2005 at 7:52 am
Looking at the nativities was SO MUCH FUN!!! One is a belt buckle!! I hope Santa brings me one! And that website sells t shirts, WTFWJD. I mean…c’mon…ya gotta chuckle…
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blue girl said on December 2, 2005 at 8:13 am
Well, have a great weekend!
“They’re all good ages, in their own way.”
Yes they are. Sometimes that’s hard to remember! But, still.
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Colleen said on December 2, 2005 at 8:18 am
Oh my. Apparently the Post doesn’t think the target audience is very….um….aware.
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Andrea said on December 2, 2005 at 10:46 am
That explanation of the iPod is right up there with the definition I still see and hear everytime a newspaper or newscast mentions a blog.
Couldn’t agree more about age 3. My husband picked our daughter up from daycare yesterday and told her he had a special treat for her – bubble gum. She was jumping up and down and shouting with excitement over this simple pleasure.
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Dorothy said on December 2, 2005 at 11:20 am
Three year olds are just so great. Once I asked the little boy across the street how his shoes got muddy. He thought about it for a few seconds, and then very seriously said “The rain came down and the mud came up!” It doesn’t get any simpler than that.
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mary said on December 2, 2005 at 12:43 pm
Thanks for the nativity scene link. One year in college I made a photo card with plastic dinosaurs in a nativity scene. I was trying to be tasteless. All the creches pictured on that site beat my dinos by a mile.
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Nance said on December 2, 2005 at 12:52 pm
The porch geese are the best. Let’s not argue about it.
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mary said on December 2, 2005 at 12:53 pm
I don’t know. I like the belt buckle and the bean bag toss. The strange naked one is good too.
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mary said on December 2, 2005 at 12:56 pm
Fifteen year old son votes for the giant inflatable nativity. I can see his point as well.
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brian stouder said on December 3, 2005 at 2:02 pm
“The porch geese are the best. Let’s not argue about it.”
The ‘Rubber ducky, you’re the one” punchline did indeed make me chuckle!
So then I read some of the commentary, and then followed a link to a commentator’s site – and then read a lengthy, heartfelt entry about the harrowing straits her life is in.
She’s a New Orleans person living apart from her husband for logistical reasons, her mom is dying, she keeps this extensive web-journal and specifically hides it from mom – even as she just discovered her MOM has a web journal that SHE keeps strictly away from her daughter….
but then – I got to the part about how she was doing extensive swing dancing with a male friend (in New Orleans?) and scraped her knees (from a fall during the dance?) and then got drunk and fell asleep in a car in the parking lot with this fellow (is it just logisitcs that has her apart from her spouse?)…
At that point – it was definitely time to go back to the ungodly gaudy nativity scenes!
Ahh- the internet! First you laugh, then you sigh; and then you sign off and play freecell
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