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Happy Solstice, btw. It gets better from here.

Yes! Every year, as the days grow shorter, I start to think about getting one of those sun-spectrum ‘therapy’ lamps. Because I’m frugal (cheap), I can’t just plonk down a wad of cash on the first lamp to catch my eye and be done with it. So I do a bit of research, comparison shopping, bit more hemming and hawing until, at last! It’s the solstice!

No point buying a sad lamp now — days are getting longer! Maybe next year.

Woot! Winter Solstice! And a Dead Red to add zest to the celebrations.

Merry Christmas!

Well, if it has to be a Kim-Jong il week,the clothed version is definitely an improvement over the unclothed version.

Happy Winter Solstice, and holidays, everyone!

May wonderful things happen for you and yours, and may the benefits last for decades to come! 🙂

Just to pick a nit: what does a Korean accent actually sound like? South Park’s “I so ronery” is Japanesish, because Japanese doesn’t have an “L” phoneme. “Melly Clistmas” is Chinesish, because Chinese doesn’t have an “R” phoneme.

However, Korean has both phonemes (the last two Presidents of South Korea were Roh Moo-hyun and Lee Myung-bak).

So what does a Korean speaking bad English actually sound like? Anybody know?

I’m going to try to talk my wife into celebrating Clitsmas a bit early this year.

Oh. That says “Clismas”. Nemmermind.

I had a (South) Korean doctor for years, but I can’t even begin to mimic his accent. It was like Italian, only Asian: “Whenna you hurt, you musta come to see me.”

One of my nightmares is to be forced to be the concubine of an extremely inattractive and repulsive despot.

Okay, not really, but I sure do feel sorry for the women who have to service that thing. Ick.

Hm. Not sure. My parents had friends who were South Korean. A couple. I don’t remember their accents, though.

He was a neurosurgeon. He made a giant papier-mâché model of a human head, with bits that lit up and other bits you could pull out. Which I pretty much thought was the coolest thing EVER when I was six.

All hail the lady Stoaty! Well, okay, I don’t guess Kim’s ghost would be saying that, but we would.

I’ve been reading the blog and its inspired nonsense (and enjoying our hostess’s dazzling P-shop work) for a couple of years, but thought at last I’d jump into the conversation.

Alice, I have *reverse* Seasonal Affective Disorder: I get depressed and irritable during the summer. A nasty sticky summer that lasts for nine months, too. Cold dry weather and early darkness energize me. C’mon, Winter! Do yo’ stuff!

Merry Christmas to all.

Wolfus, I hate you, for the same reason and in the same way that night owls’ hands itch for a SAW when encountering chipper cheerful Morning People.

The fact that I’m trending that way as I get older (including becoming a Morning People after a lifetime of nightowling) makes it worse, not better.

Regards,
Ric

Ric, I used to be a night person too when I was in my teens and twenties. I felt that if God had intended for us to be up in the morning, He’d have made it happen after 12 noon.

Then I stepped into the real world and had to work weird shifts. Eventually waking up early became normal for me. Now I feel like I’m stealing a march on all the slugabeds when I head out for breakfast early on a Saturday morning — which I do chiefly to avoid the worst of the dispiriting heat around here.

We woke to better than a foot of new, wet snow…wet for eastern Colorado, that is. And, it is still showing lightly at noon.

The dear wife unit is a full bore morning person. I am not! However, the Calvinist/protestant work ethic was drilled into my psyche by parents, grands, aunts and uncles early on. It was simply the way we were expected to live! I used to be more of one before I entered my sixtieth decade. Like Wolfus Aurelius, I was employed doing shift work in various capacities. I enjoyed swing shift and despised graveyard.

As an avid hunter and fisherman, rising at “0’dark thirty” to pursue the elusive salmonids, gallinacious birds, or the the four legged cervids is one of the only reasons I will crawl out from under the comforters before 06:00 hours these days. And even then…I am not much of a conversationalist until the second mug of coffee has coursed thru the ol’ body.

To all’y’all who wander in and out of Stoaty and Uncle Badger’s virtual den here, Deborah and I want to wish you a blessed and very merry Christ-mass…that includes the kiwi troll. May the good Lord richly bless you all this season and in the new year to come.

“….and my God bless us every one!“

Sven dear? ‘you entered your sixtieth decade?’
Wow! You’re NEARLY as old as me!
Merry Christmas!

Janna,
I turned the corner found in an older Lennon/McCartney tune on 20 November of this year.

Tis’ days like today when I am reminded by arthritic creeks, pops, pings and the staccato cacophony of pain receptors flashing on and off in a constant inner symphony, that, in fact, YES! I have used and abused, bent, broken and maltreated this old mortal shell over the last six plus decades.

AND, I do not begrudge or regret a minute of it…well maybe a couple of minutes!!!

Actually, Wolfus, I don’t think I’m any more irritable in winter than any other season, but years ago evolved into a ‘rise with the sun’ habit, and dark winter mornings really messe up my most productive first-hour of the work day. And Ric? I may be a morning person, but my natural anti-social nature prevents any possibility of imposing my cheeriness to others.

Sven, you be lucky for sure. I lived in Denver for 4 years. When people ask me nowadays, “Why did you leave Colorado to come back to the South?”, I say, “I ask myself that every morning –!”

So, Sven and Janna, what was it like in the Union of Kalmar? (60 decades ago) Did you ever get down to Italy and meet any of the Borgias? Or hear Josquin des Prez laying down some grooves? I hope you missed out on the Icelandic Plague of 1494…

Oh, “the last six plus decades…” says Sven. Rats. Janna?

Rich R,
According to my DNA, I spent most of that timeline of which you bespeak wandering about, mayhaps herding sheep on the moors, glens and shoreline of the northern half of Ireland and/or farming and woodworking around that area now know as Varmland, Sweden…. Celt and Norse to the core.