Saturday, December 24, 2005

the fuzzy end of the lollipop...

...on christmas eve morning. Of course nobody wants to work today, but someone had to do it. Who annoyed Rupert M enough to get stuck with being a foxy friend today?

The " reigning resident bimbo", Juliet Huddy is in the center chair--hair looks good. I'm not sure if she's on the way down (possibly having been replaced by the thinking man's "RRB", Megyn Kendall) or on the way up (I've heard that "Dayside" is doing well). Perhaps Rupert doesn't know either. Kelly Wright is on my left (Juliet's right), and I'm always happy to see him, thoughtful thinking man that he is (but doen't his hair look just like one of those vintage Ken--as in Barbie--dolls? the years when he was given a bit of rather unappealling fuzz that tended to mold?). He may not be being punished so much as being given an opportunity to strut the stuff he has beyond his reporting persona. The unfortunately weekend-ubiquitous Julian is over on my right. He appears to be sweating in front of the set fireplace. No doubt, he's available whenever he's needed, as he seems to have a rather cushy job in spite of having little or no talent to bring to it. B Lopez, definitely a second stringer is on weather, while Janice Dean "the weather machine" is doing a super job as the newsreader. After the outstanding weather info she's provided in the past year, I think she, like Kelly, is being given an opportunity rather than a punishment--watch out all RRBs--she's good looking, smart, classy and projects an appealingly grown-up sensibility.

No doubt my reading public has felt abandoned for the past few weeks, but you have been in my thoughts. A multitude of family/friend/professional obligations kept me busy for the first 2 weeks of Dec, and since then a horrible cold/flu/upper respiratory thang has had me lying low. But I now expect to be keeping to my usual schedule. Boo.

Did you remember that tonight begins the first of the twelve days of the christmas season? So get that tree up and party like it's Christmas until Epiphany Sunday. Well, stay sober until after mass, and then get that golden ring, turtledove, pear tree thing going pronto. Dibs on the lords a leaping.


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Sunday, December 04, 2005

a couple of curmudgeonly thoughts

No, not PMS time again. Just generally holiday crankiness and carping.

I'm looking at Brian Wilson, and anyone who's read my blog before knows that I live for these 2 hours each Sunday. Bri (that's what Tallis calls him) seems to have developed one of those adorable skunky streaks in his otherwise (unusually) dark hair. Cute, looks hot and mature at the same time. But I also just saw a clip of Babs Boxer blathering away in her usual inane style, and she too has a skunky streak suddenly. Hmmm. Coincidence? Or were they at the same sleepover?

David Asman lwas supposedly (or at least publicly) delighted to cede his high profile weekday noon time slot to Bill Hemmer in order to work on documentaries for FNC, a move up careerwise so was said. Be that as it may (I've been around the block too many times to not be a skeptic about business motivations), I only seem to see him now at low visibility times. A doc he hosted was on at 4am today. Yup, that's where I'd put my stars.

Megyn Kendall: sleeping with the right people? Sure is on a lot, even when a story might be covered more expertly by another in the FNC legal stable. When I first started seeing her, I thought she was absolutely adorable, but her looks have not worn all that well with me. Possibly just overexposure. But foreign correspondent, Jennifer Griffin, whom I thought a plain Jane at first, keeps getting better looking.

Eric Shawn. I ought to like him more than I do. I usually go for artistic looking, thin, balding blondes. But Eric, dear, those glasses of yours look like they've been around since the 70's. If your insurance coverage is truly that lame, I'd happily spot you a small loan.

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Friday, December 02, 2005

bah, humbug!

Dear Readers

It's entirely possible that you'll abandon me over this, but right here, right now, I'm fessing up to being a major Scrooge. As a seriously religious person, I'm very interested in Christmas as a holiday in the church year (tho not actually not the most important one even there, as our faith is built around Easter), but as a major secular and commercial festival, count me out. I'll buy each loved one a gift, unless I absolutely can think of nothing they need or want (in which case I'll give them an extra dose of affection and appreciation), and I'll only send Christmas cards to those who just might cut me off at the knees financially if I forgot them.

In that context, you probably can imagine how bored I am with the endless Fox News Channel Discussions over whether retail employees should be greeting us with "Happy Holidays," "Merry Christmas," "a joyous Christnukkahkwanzmas". First of all, as of today, Dec 2, Jews are 13 days away from the beginning of Hanukkah (according to Wikipedia, which must always be taken with a grain of skepticism, Hanukkah begins on the evening of Dec 15th this year) and Christians are 23 days away from the onset of the 12 days of Christmas. If it is a given (and I accept it as such) that Thanksgiving opens the holiday season, then the only appropriate greeting right now is "Happy Holidays". (I didn't look up when Kwanza starts, I just can't accept that festival as anything more than a made up, me-too-because-I-have-the-right-to-be-special-too-party, of limited interest and only esoteric appeal. Do people who celebrate Kwanza remember what all those colored candles are about?)

But if we northern hemisphere folks could remember that we are in that long, dreary, short-dayed time of the year, when our bodies crave carbs (usually in the form of cookies and rich cakes) and our psyches more light (which we supply with those little twinkling bulbs adorning anything and everything stationary), we could stop trying to force a religious context on this long stretch between TDay and Christmas, and simply remember as we celebrate all of the generically "holiday" get togethers that command our presence, that we are waiting for the return of light along with our pre-christian and pagan ancestors. The Jewish tradition can keep its proper celebration of the Maccabbean miracle and Christians can call the light for which they are waiting and will properly celebrate on Dec 25 "Christ". (A funny, and countercultural thing that Christians celebrate the waiting, the coming, the "advent", but that's the church for you, countercultural everytime when it's operating in clarity. I'll always love us for that!)

So go ahead WalMart employee. Say "Merry Christmas" to me today, and I'll likely stop and lecture you about the church year, and make you practice saying "Richest Advent Blessings" with me. Or maybe "A Joyous Solstice to you", because that light (by whatever name you choose to call it) or temporary lack of it, is really the "reason for the season".

Love, Joy, Peace, and the Richest Blessings of Advent be with you, as we await a Joyous Solstice
Kate

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