holly days
I spent some time over the past two days trying to track down specific stamps to use on this year's batch of Christmas cards.
I didn't want a reverent madonna and child. I didn't want portly santas or Christmas cookies.
I narrowed my options for holiday postage down to two choices; either R. Buckminster Fuller or that other bastion of Christmas cheer: Ronnie Reagan.
(here r.r. leads the press corps in a rousing rendition of "rudolph the red-nosed reindeer")
Alas, with the impending postage increase (despite the USPS having something like a billion-plus dollar surplus thanks to Operation Iraqi Oil) the shelves had not been re-stocked and pickings were slim. I ended up using a hodgepodge of flowers, vintage automobiles and masterworks of modern American architecture to pay the way of my missives. Ho ho ho, indeed.
Sending out Christmas cards is one of those things that makes me feel über adult, like having several insurance policies or remembering to take the trash out to the curb on certain nights.
I'll admit that the content of the cards doesn't go much beyond a scribbled note on the facing page - no lengthy letter detailing how much good fortune has fallen upon my fair family this year. No pictures of the kids.
My parents still include a family update letter with their holiday cards. And each year I wheedle and plead, hoping they'll toss in some salacious tidbit to offset the quantity of sunshine and glory that the Good Lord has blown directly up the collective backsides of The Smith/Brown/Jones clan this season.
Something like, "Leslie is still living in sin with her Internet boyfriend in his mother's basement in Ohio; luckily it looks like she'll make head cashier here real soon at her job at the Super Wal-Mart. And dontcha know we sure are pleased as Punch about all that."
Sucks to you and your summa cum laude-grubbing offspring, anyway!
I am sad to report that, so far, all attempts to persuade my sweet, respectable family that, this, indeed, is a brilliant idea, have failed.
My mother (bless her) seems to be the only one who finds me as equally--if not more--humorous as I find myself. And this is probably as it should be.
For now I will continue to have a big ol' smirk and chuckle party all by my lonesome as I address cards to families with lengthy titles such as The Secret Society of Jane and Joe Sixpack or The Eminently Effervescent Cam Jansen.
Oh, and in the interactive portion of my blogthering, I'm taking votes for my Christmas Day movie viewing choices. I can finally relent and embrace my American citizenship and watch either It's a Wonderful Life or Miracle on 34th Street, as I've seen neither.
Yup, that sound you hear is the commie alarm going off.
Just between you and me, I'm leaning towards something more Lynchian--perhaps a delightful Twin Peaks marathon or Strange Brew. And I did just pick up season two of The Adventures of Pete & Pete... but I'm open to suggestions.
Currently spinning:
The Fall ~ 50,000 Fall Fans Can't Be Wrong
I didn't want a reverent madonna and child. I didn't want portly santas or Christmas cookies.
I narrowed my options for holiday postage down to two choices; either R. Buckminster Fuller or that other bastion of Christmas cheer: Ronnie Reagan.
(here r.r. leads the press corps in a rousing rendition of "rudolph the red-nosed reindeer")
Alas, with the impending postage increase (despite the USPS having something like a billion-plus dollar surplus thanks to Operation Iraqi Oil) the shelves had not been re-stocked and pickings were slim. I ended up using a hodgepodge of flowers, vintage automobiles and masterworks of modern American architecture to pay the way of my missives. Ho ho ho, indeed.
Sending out Christmas cards is one of those things that makes me feel über adult, like having several insurance policies or remembering to take the trash out to the curb on certain nights.
I'll admit that the content of the cards doesn't go much beyond a scribbled note on the facing page - no lengthy letter detailing how much good fortune has fallen upon my fair family this year. No pictures of the kids.
My parents still include a family update letter with their holiday cards. And each year I wheedle and plead, hoping they'll toss in some salacious tidbit to offset the quantity of sunshine and glory that the Good Lord has blown directly up the collective backsides of The Smith/Brown/Jones clan this season.
Something like, "Leslie is still living in sin with her Internet boyfriend in his mother's basement in Ohio; luckily it looks like she'll make head cashier here real soon at her job at the Super Wal-Mart. And dontcha know we sure are pleased as Punch about all that."
Sucks to you and your summa cum laude-grubbing offspring, anyway!
I am sad to report that, so far, all attempts to persuade my sweet, respectable family that, this, indeed, is a brilliant idea, have failed.
My mother (bless her) seems to be the only one who finds me as equally--if not more--humorous as I find myself. And this is probably as it should be.
For now I will continue to have a big ol' smirk and chuckle party all by my lonesome as I address cards to families with lengthy titles such as The Secret Society of Jane and Joe Sixpack or The Eminently Effervescent Cam Jansen.
Oh, and in the interactive portion of my blogthering, I'm taking votes for my Christmas Day movie viewing choices. I can finally relent and embrace my American citizenship and watch either It's a Wonderful Life or Miracle on 34th Street, as I've seen neither.
Yup, that sound you hear is the commie alarm going off.
Just between you and me, I'm leaning towards something more Lynchian--perhaps a delightful Twin Peaks marathon or Strange Brew. And I did just pick up season two of The Adventures of Pete & Pete... but I'm open to suggestions.
Currently spinning:
The Fall ~ 50,000 Fall Fans Can't Be Wrong
posted by locus sigilli at 10:01 PM
7 Comments:
ITS A WONDERFUL LIFE ITS A WONDERFUL LIFE!!!!!! because then i can do my jimmy stewart impression for you. DO you want the MOON MARY??
~NL~
i think you're funny, too.
we should have done a household holiday card of all of us and our cats.
1. Flickr lets you print photos to LEGAL US postage stamps
2. It's a Wonderful Life. Definitely. "We server hard liquor here for people who wanna get drunk fast...."
So that's two for the Cha-Cha Stewart action. I'll add Breakfast at Tiffany's to the list of options, too.
Blockbuster coupons arrived in the mail today, too, sweet serendipity.
Wait - so like, legal U.S. postage with images I make?
I'm positively swooning at the possibilities...
yeah, i forgot to nominate IAWL.
It's on Xmas Eve.
i wonder how much this service is that flickr offers. i state my wonderment here instead of clicking my lazy ass over to flickr to look.
I vote for Twin Peaks. Nothing says Yuletide like Laura wrapped in plastic.
oooh, good point, k.
plus, if i squint hard enough, i can pretend that the Little Man from Another Place is an elf, right?
There was a fiiish in the percolator!
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