We don’t actually get the beloved Premiership back for two more days, so you will get a Boxing Day preview complete with Hippo Thoughts on the Xmas Day Trifecta. I will try to do a Sunday morning Special Edition Hippo Thoughts, provided my pill-addled brainpan remembers.
For now, an early morning placeholder until Northern Ontario’s Ruggedest Hobo Remover chimes in with your Saturday gifts. This past Thursday, I dropped my oldest kiddo off at my mom’s (they were going to dinner at my sister’s, I repeatedly said ‘no’ because DUE U EVEN HIPPO, BRUH??) and was turning into Walgreen’s to pick up MOAR PILLZ.
I was listening to the USUALLY SAFE “First Wave,” and Richard Blade was talking too much, as usual. But his long-winded intro saved my arse. I heard him say Bing Crosby “with a little help from David Bowie” – that sounded weird, so I glanced at the radio screen…and changed the channel about 0.7 seconds before Hippo would have been ousted.
That survival, on top of a Monday dentist appointment? Fookin. Indestructable. ALL UR CHALLENGE ARE BELONG TO HIPPO.
And, as every year, I will be listening to the very best Christmas music, the only time I ever do so (just remember to skip ahead at 1hr, 5mins in). Sufjan Stevens, fellow Methodist, and fellow hipster dipshit. I always thought Sufjan would be me, if only I was handsome and had a scintilla of talent (we do have the same gorilla-hairy forearms).
Enjoy your various carousings today.
The Baddest Santa!
The game thread is live.
Happy Christmas Eve!
Gumby and I couldn’t be bothered to learn the words to that one, so we belt it out thusly:
O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree
Nanananana, Christmas Tree
Nanananana Christmas Tree
Nanananana Christmas Tree
O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree
Nanananana, Christmas Tree
You are welcome, Merry Christmas, godbless!
If you just take the middle bits out of context it looks like the Christmas version of the Batman theme
BAM!
POW! ZAP!
We got King Tides, man! Highest astronomical tides of the year! The surfers are all out there riding the big waves and then the powerful riptides suck their bloated corpses all the way to Japan!
The only beach hazard I’ve ever encountered is seeing fat European men walking around in Speedos.
yeah, unless one is a male model or the Jaguras’ mascot, that’s a tough look to pull off
That is certainly getting the bad with the good.
I hear just part of the chorus and was out on the 20th. Sucks as if everything else had been the same I would have made it
Turkey in the oven. Trying to have a bit less to do tomorrow
Cinnamon rolls are doing their first rise. Gonna make meat ball mixture for stuffed rigatoini in a bit. Advanced prep is key
Gumby and I are doing prime rib today. Was 4 1/2lbs too much for two people? Hell naw! We’re going to SIL’s tomorrow, don’t know what she’s making, but I’m bringing roasted Brussel Sprouts with bacon. Gumby’s dad is in very bad shape, he may not make it through the weekend. That may put a spanner in the works, but he is a tough old bird. I think he’s going to hang in there for a while longer.
It’s supposed to reach 72 today, 75 tomorrow. I’m getting in a walk on the harbor today. When I get back I’m making not one but TWO gravies. Cream turkey and mashed potatoes for dinner today and prepping my 2 day marinara for lasagna tomorrow.
Feliz Navidad hermanos.
Is there room at the inn?
Buon appatito!
It’s -11C, feeling like -21 here. Might be time for a toque and jacket
Now that it’s safe, here’s the LDB version I saw on the bowling alley video screen but of which I would not hear a note, because bowling alley, duh.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IScpH3jXtEA
It’s, um, it’s not great.
Y’all want a resurrection story?
https://theathletic.com/3966939/2022/12/24/the-football-clubs-that-came-back-to-life/
I asked Google whether Method Man is a Methodist, but could no get a direct answer, like.
But some famoUs Methodists? Christopher Walken! Rosa Parks!!
Tim Curry!!! Kim Basinger!!!!
A chilly 78 degrees here in Old San Juan. I might have to use jeans and everything
My first Christmas away from home was 1978. I had been overseas in Italy for nearly a year and had sort of learned my way around. I had no intention of spending Christmas in the barracks and had saved a bit of money for a road trip somewhere. An NCO suggested Cortina d’ Ampezzo. I had no idea that it’s a world class exclusive resort, but certainly would have went anyways. My knucklehead goes down to the train station on Christmas eve day in the afternoon and ordered a ticket to Cortina. The ticket guy shot me my first audible… Uhmmm… Magellen … the train only goes to the base of the mountain (Cadore) . You will need to take a bus from there. Having sorted that out and paying the man I took off. I still vividly recall the couple hours I spent in the bus station. It was around 8 Pm and I was the only person around. Bus comes and 45 minutes later drops me off in the Cortina town square. I see a hotel, walk over and get a room for a couple days. Folks the lord sometimes looks out for idiots. Knowing what I now know, there is no other explanation for that. If I tried to get a room in Cortina today I would need to reserve it eight months in advance, minimum. And I am sure it was close to that way 44 years ago. I must have just blundered into a cancelation. Anyways I had a blast. Learned to ski, met a nice girl (nawt the wifey) at a disco her parents owned, and spent every nickel I had. Good thing I brought a round trip ticket. But to be honest, getting stuck up there probably wouldn’t have bothered me.
I don’t think I’ve ever had a Christmas romance before. We once had a really nice Christmas orphans dinner with a bunch of travelers in South Africa that was just super heartwarming for everyone involved (there were maybe 10 of us).
Sounds like you should call Hallmark. They’d snatch that up in a second.
Boats are safe in the harbor – but that is not what boats are made for. Get out and enjoy the holiday weekend everyone.
This 1000%. I never understand the folks who buy boats and go out on the water 2x per year and let their fine watercraft waste away. I went sailing 65 frickin’ days this year (new personal best) and yet I do not own a boat.