I am beginning to feel all Christmasy… Here is a recycled post about Christmas from last year, featuring my old friend, Conan the barbarian.
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You all know I love that big crazy barbarian. But you may be asking yourself why I would think it would be fun to have him around during the holiday season. Well, let me break it down for you.
In the first place, Conan is always ready for any adventure that involves chopping. So you know he will help me get a really good Christmas tree…
Also, I think that Conan would really rock the Santa look…
Ho ho ho indeed.
And from a guy’s point of view, I bet Conan would give the kinds of gifts that a man really likes to get…
Oh Conan, you are so silly. That isn’t what I meant and you know it. My wife isn’t going to let me keep that. You do like your little jokes…
That’s what I’m talking about. Much better than that ugly sweater with the red reindeer nose that actually lights up that I got from… never mind…
So go ahead. Put a little barbarian in your festivities this year. Liven things up. You don’t have to sip your eggnog from the hollowed out skull of a foe you crushed under your heel. But don’t be afraid to try something new or let your emotions show. Let the wild part that is inside all of us rise just a little closer to the surface. And live your holiday like you mean it…
Merry Christmas, Conan, wherever you are.
Pouring My Art Out 
Whoa. Let me squeeze in here. I’m a lot closer than Art and have much better table manners. What time’s dinner? Speaking of dinner, you sound like a yankee carpet bagger or city slicker or both. What’s the back-story? *He asked impudently*
Oh no you di’n’t…
Oh, but I did. Tampa is less than a days drive. You might beat me if you get started real quick. Buy youself a bag of diapers like Lisa Nowak so you don’t have to stop for bio breaks..
ooohhh… space diapers???
Absolutely. Be sure to get the ones with plenty of space. Less changes.
More comfortable too
Now that’s what I want for Christmas. Sharp weapons of destruction.
Think of them as fine kitchen cutlery.
We could use some steak knives. Really big ones.
I suggest the samurai katana…
I was thinking of the battleaxe but that brings back memories of my father’s names for my mother. Alphabetically it was just two names away from my favorite, Godzilla.
A battle axe is not your best bet for steak, unless you actually have to kill the cow.
Cow? Steak is from a dreamy-eyed cow? Like Elsie? Now I suppose you’re going to tell me there’s no Santa Claus, you Philistine.
Did I say cow? I meant crow…
That’s fine. Thank you for clarifying that for me. I think we’re having crow-McNuggets tonight as a matter of fact. I’d invite you and your family for dinner but it’s a long drive for you to Tampa. And knowing you, you’ll have to stop and take pictures of yourself in the desert when you pass through Arizona. Another time perhaps. When my roommate makes her red-bellied woodpecker paprikash which is disturbing but quite tasty.
ummmmmmmmmmmmmm