Alfie: The Christmas Tree

by John Denver

Did you ever hear the story of the Christmas Tree
who just didn’t want to change the show
He liked living in the woods and playing with squirrels
He liked icicles and snow.

He liked wolves and eagles and grizzly bears
and critters and creatures that crawled
Why bugs were some of his very best friends
Spiders and ants and all.

Now that’s not to say that he ever looked down
on the vision of twinkling lights
Or on mirrored bubbles and peppermint canes
And a thousand other delights

And he often had dreams of tiny reindeer
and a jolly old man and a sleigh full of toys
and presents and wonderful things
And the story of Christmas Day

Oh, Alfie believed in Chrismas all right
He was full of Christmas cheer
All of each and every day
and all throughout the year

To him it was more than a special time
much more than a special day
It was more than a beautiful story
It was a special kind of way

You see, some folks have never heard a jingle bell ring
And they’ve never heard of Santa Claus
They’ve never heard the story of the son of God
And that made Alfie pause.

Did that mean that they’d never know of peace on earth
or the brotherhood of man
Or know how to love, or know how to give
If they can’t…no one can.

You see, life is a very special kind of thing
not just for a chosen few
But for each and every living breathing thing
Not just me and you

So in your Christmas prayers this year
Alfie asked me if I’d ask you
Say a prayer for the wind, and the water, and the wood
And those who live there, too.

last day? (I hope) of Hell Week.

Ideally, tomorrow will be a normal shift, if the guy makes it back from vacation in time.

Feeling better today, but I’m tired. I was expecting a good sleep, but it was not terribly restful. I got home about 1:30 am or so, came back in at 8:30. A shame that I’m not being paid for my efforts, but that’s the life of a salary man, I suppose. Mayhap there’ll be bonuses at my next job… or I can claim that I can’t work more than 10 hours a day due to spiritual reasons. (it certainly has been tossing water on my flame, lately…)

Really looking forward to next week… with any luck, it should be slow, and I can climb back aboard the writing boat more in-depth.

Vampires and Carnivores were threatening my cow intelligence network last night. I should give up Elsie… she’s making claims that I don’t imagine are true….

I miss Ornj… dreamed I was working with her on a project… some kind of wood working thing, roses and vines for a bigger object, benches of some sort. Will post the whole dream from my notebook tonight, if time allows.

Christmas Blues

Another sign that Scotto is part sissy-girl:

Weeps at Christmas songs. My face runneth over with tears. At a friggin’ muppet song… ‘Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas’. What a big baby.

Missing my dad…a lot. It hurts, a lot.
Stupid… I should be remembering the good times, and having a smile on my face, happy to have had so many. That’s not what’s happening… I’m remembering the good times, and realising there won’t be any more with him, ever.

It’s been over a decade… when does this shit get easier? It still creeps up on me, and hits like a ton of bricks.

The lines to the song… “let your heart be light, troubles will be miles away…”

*long, sad, sobbing sigh*

Tears are what are needed now, I guess… smiles will follow, as spring follows winter.

Hell week doth continue.

today and tomorrow, that’s it. that’s enough.

Print server is broken. Today is going to be a less than stellar day, I sense. Had a nice night yesterday, wrapped up the evening with some AOK2. The kids that play at the zone are so high-strung, and rude… people just drop out without warning, or yell at new players… not a kindly way to act. I do look forward to a big 4v4 match though, especailly with my capable cohort in AOKing by my side. 🙂 even 2v2v2v2 would be quite spiffy.

anyhoo, back to work… I’ve got lots to do. (with in between times of very little).

be back later!

Arr! Ha ha ha ha!

Well, me blimey buckos, the day’s over, the pain is past and I feel like singing a LJ chantey.
Be lively, now, me Bonnie Raitts. Arr!
Ohh, slow Ell-Jay down, laddie, slow LJ down,
Way-hey! slow LJ down,
We’ll scuttle the server and run ‘er aground,
We’ll try so hard to slow LJ down.
Ohh, slow LJ down, laddie, slow LJ down,
Way-hey! slow LJ down,
With SQL, Timelag, and over-search clowns,
we’ll try so hard to slow LJ down.

I yam what I yam.

appended form palm, and tonight…

1:25pm – where the devil are they? I hope they’re ok. I assume it’s the unknown territory {I was right, they got lost} Geez, they need benches in front of the theatre here!

1:45 – they arrive. *phew* they’re not dead.

So, I met Tarpo and Isis… both are sweet folks, nice to talk to, and fun people. (listening to the CD Tarpo burned for me, what a hoot! Christmas songs of all manner and stripe.. most groovy. Fave is Rowlf & John Denver singing ‘Have yourself a merry little Christmas’, but they’re all phenom…

So, we talked about all sorts of stuff, toured the museum of cartoon art, got sodas, sat by the fountain, gabbed, walked a bit more, window shopped, saw a strange group of entertainers, including a little boy dressed as a top… and a woman singing just a wee bit off-key. we drove around a bit, got ot see the mall of the dead, the strip mall of sin… and ended up at Hops for a meal… (the home-brewed root beer was especially nummy.) After they got to swing past my hovel, and say hi to Newt…He was very friendly, if a bit agressive after many minutes of petting and photography. 🙂


Meeting Isis and tarpo tomorrow, at Liberties, Boca Raton, at 1pm. anyone else in the area, Stalkers… come by and say hello! I’ll buy you a coke if you use the magic phrase “hungrybaby no wongo wongo”.

got a copy of the dune show from sci-fi channel… debating whether to read bluebeard for a few moments with dune in the background, or just pure bluebeard or pure dune.

I think I’ll pop in the tape, and see how it goes.

saw a clip of grinch today, and it put me off…. grinch as a baby scene had wife-swapping parties, and cheating wives having the bosses’ baby in whoville? what the? Maybe because it was out of context, but it burned my britches…. Cindy Lou-hoo is adorable, though.

pondering… so, how many movie folk are going to leave the country, now? Kim Basinger, Alec Baldwin, Robert Altman , Michael Douglas, and a few others… was Ellen DeGenerous one?

When are they leaving? I want to see that press…and if they don’t go, I want to see them apologize, for breaking their word.

oh, and I saw an ad for the new planet of the apes movie. holy moley. do you people know of my fondness for this series?

here’s a slight breakdown, which I think only makes it sound more keen, no real spoilers –

This new Planet of the Apes film is being directed by Tim Burton (Sleepy Hollow, Nightmare Before Christmas, Batman) and stars Mark Wahlberg (Three Kings, Boogie Nights). Neither a direct re-make of the classic starring Charlton Heston nor a close adaptation of the novel by Pierre Boulle, this version, from a script by William Broyles Jr. (China Beach, Apollo 13), is instead a “re-imagination” of the ape-planet concept. The film is also said to be inspired by the entire series of Planet of the Apes, rather than just the first film. There will still be people in ape costumes, which are reported to be similar to the masks from the original, only updated and more articulated to better show off the actors beneath. The make-up work is being done by Academy Award winner Rick Baker (Ed Wood, Men in Black, The Nutty Professor). Other repeat Burton-crew include Academy Award winning production designer Rick Heinrichs (Sleepy Hollow, The Big Lebowski), Academy Award nominated composer Danny Elfman (Oingo Boingo, The Simpsons theme), and Academy Award nominated costume designer Colleen Atwood ( Edward Scissorhands, Beloved). There is still, reportedly, a big shocker ending; something just as shocking to modern audiences as the Statue of Liberty shot was at the end of the original.

I can’t wait. Opens July 27, 2001, if all goes to plan.

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