Tickle, Tickle... Santa Claus

If you recognize the title of this blog, then you know what this entry is about: the uber-important Christmas Carol!

First of all, if you live in Memphis and own a stereo, you ought to be listening to WRVR for the rest of the month. All holiday songs, all the time. Even that scary seductress Delilah is playing them. I almost put a picture of her on here, but I decided it was too scary.

Second, as I listened to the radio in the car yesterday, it hit me that some Christmas songs are really great to hear, and some are just awful. For example, the Backstreet Boys would be better off putting their abilities towards a less critical holiday, like Flag Day. A Backstreet Boys Flag Day song is something I can handle, not to mention the necessary Fag Day joke. On the other hand, N'Sync is okay for me. Hey, I'll even admit to enjoying some of Clay Aiken's voice (as opposed to just Clay Aiken). Then there's the ~classic "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus." Hate it. The worst part of that song doubles as the title of this blog. On the other hand, I have a soft spot for "Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer." And I hate country music, so go figure. Also, surprisingly not annoying is the Chipmunks Christmas song (the first time). Then again, two of the greatest song writers ever, John Lennon and Paul McCartney, did not come through as usual with Lennon's "Happy Christmas" (the screaming children have got to go) and McCartney's "Wonderful Christmastime" (too simple for a five year old). I also maintain that song about how the guy gave his heart away last Christmas is not a happy song and no one should ever want to listen to that song over the Holidays.

Of course, when I told Jesse about this, she vehemently disagreed with me, so I guess it's a little subjective. So then, two questions:

1. What Christmas song is your absolute favorite? (Mine is Bing Crosby, "White Christmas")

2. What Christmas song makes you most want to kill yourself?
(see above)

Newsworthy in Memphis

The news here is great. Once, during LOST, we were pleased to see that a local man stabbed his neighbor with a fork. We were also thrilled to find out during Gilmore Girls that Paris Hilton puked on stage. You see, there's a lot going on down here in the Mid-South that's newsworthy. But the best by far, and certainly worthy of a pic, is the following newsflash...



See, there's nothing to be afraid of in Memphis. Deep down inside, I think we all have a little momma's boy in us. Even girls.


Speaking of girls, how about that cookie exchange last night????? Thanks. I think...

Ethics

If I can ever finish with the classes I don't enjoy at HUGSR this semester, I can start writing my paper for Dr. Fortner's Major Prophets on Old Testament Ethics. The reading for it has been awesome so far. My favorite has got to be Old Testament Ethics for the People of God, by Christopher J. H. Wright. This is his magnum opus on the subject, and he's the man to write it. Don't just buy it, read it.

Speaking of great reading, Christianity in Culture by Charles Kraft is monumental. I recommend it for any fan of critical thinking. It changed the way I think about everything. If anyone has read it, contact me now, because I have no one with whom I can discuss the book.

Jesse has a cookie exchange tonight with 18 or 19 other females, for which I am excited. Yay cookies. We made a lot of cookie last night, and I'm not sure, but it is technically possible we actually finished this morning.

Congratulations are in order to Ohio State for winning the National Championship. What's that? They haven't played yet? Oh don't worry, I am well aware of that fact. Congrats Buckeyes.

And the Mavs are back to their old ways. And the Red Sox will probably end up keeping Manny. So things are looking good for the holidays.

Finally, I need a good pet name for Jesse. Logan calls Rory, "Ace." That dude on Men in Trees calls Marin, "Coach." I considered, "Tiger," since she's an Auburn girl, but it's not sticking. At the risk of hearing from anonymous, any suggestions?

P.S. Go to ESPN.com and watch Happy Birthday, Larry and tell me you don't get totally creeped out by Bill Walton. That guy is officially psycho.

Official Time

One hour, fifty minutes, and fifty seconds.

The BIG Race

Jess and I (and a few other people) are running the St. Jude (half) marathon tomorrow morning. I am pumped. It's going to be great. Yay!