R.I.P.

I'm really sick right now. I don't want to go into details, but my body is releasing goop. Lots of goop. Despite my illness, I've been waiting for this.

If there ever was someone who embodied, "I know I was born...I know I'll die...In between is MINE!", it's this guy. Evel, wherever you are I hope you're giving it as much hell as you did life on Earth. You're an icon, you're a legend, you'll always be remembered.

Too Good NOT To Pass Along...

I know, I know. I've been slacking on the blogging, and you're all getting pissed. I've been putting in the OT at my other jobs, so that I'm not cheaping out on Christmas this year. I'm never going to live down the Britta I gave my mother two years ago. Speaking of the holidays, I came across the news story and thought the subject matter was just too good not to pass along:

Santas warned 'ho ho ho' offensive to women
Wed Nov 14, 11:04 PM ET
Santas in Australia's largest city have been told not to use Father Christmas's traditional "ho ho ho" greeting because it may be offensive to women, it was reported Thursday.

Sydney's Santa Clauses have instead been instructed to say "ha ha ha" instead, the Daily Telegraph reported.

One disgruntled Santa told the newspaper a recruitment firm warned him not to use "ho ho ho" because it could frighten children and was too close to "ho", a US slang term for prostitute.

Do Australian's think that our country is run my Isiah Thomas or something? You know political correctness is getting annoying when censoring a fictional fat guy. What's next? Radio stations will be banned from playing "I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus", because it insinuates infidelity? Maybe "Daddy" was killed in a random hunting accident and "Mommy" needed comfort?

Now, if Santa starts leaving pictures like these in your kid's stockings, then maybe you should start to worry.