Ah... yes... the holidays. No longer the "holy" days, are they? Well, not unless you worship at the Church of Our Lady of the Margarita, or the Shrine of the Immaculate Martini. Oh, sacrilgious, you say? Mon dieu, certainment! I say everybody should lighten up. Life's too short. Not to put a damper on it all, but dammit Jim, two deaths this week and the week isn't even over. Pour me another and make it a double. Whizzzz. Bang. Time marches on. And does NOT stop for anything. Control? No such thing. I know so many people who delude themselves... and I mean actually spout out loud... that they can control "something." But noooooooo. Control is an illusion. Pure and simple. Ask a hurricane to step aside, you've got better things to do, and what happens? You saw that. And then, there's that proverbial bus with your number painted in black on the windshield. Ah yes, mes amis. Hit me again. I just love the holidays. Cranberry juice and vodka. Yummmmm. I'll toast to that. And hurray for the internet, just the Cosmos' way of saying, "you don't ever have to step into a mall again." Adios amoebas. A toot a lure.

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