Because … Tradition!

This was a year before I was born, apparently.

This totally needs zombies or a serial killer.

My only in Ess Eff tradition: deciding what varietal of weed to smoke to get in the zone to shell three Dungeness crabs for Eve-of-Jesus-Mas dinner with the gheyz. I decided to go with Cloud 9.

@SanFranLefty: I just had a case transferred to Martinez. Is that out in the swamps or something?

@Dodgerblue: Yeah bascially. I think it’s practically closer to Sacto than Ess Eff. Only way to get there besides a car is to take Amtrak from Emeryville, Berkeley, or Richmond’s BART station.

I take it you’re in superior court?

@Tommmcatt Says Pull My Finger: Darling, it’s ’66 not ’26.

@SanFranLefty: Yep. Multi-party CEQA case got transferred from LA. I guess I’ll be flying into Oakland.

@Dodgerblue: For sure. Amtrak also has a stop at the Oakland/Coliseum BART station so you can take the BART bus from the airport to the station and get on Amtrak.

@SanFranLefty: may I suggest a nice indica with dribbled honey hash? Nice head high with just a touch of body heaviness. Perfect for tasks involving knives.

@Benedick: Did you burn Yule logs back during the Norman Conquest? Do tell…

@Tommmcatt Says Pull My Finger: No knives were involved, just meticulous picking with a small crab fork.

@SanFranLefty: here it’s the Jim Carrey Grinch movie and good food. Which I fucked up this year (the food). With luck, we’ll be able to add weed next year.

So in another Yuletide tradition (this one harks back to, perhaps, 2011) the hubby attempted to watch Ben Hur. At the end of the titles he announced that he was bored. 10 minutes later he had no clue of what the plot was supposed to be. In the Massalla/JBH scene he declared himself to be too embarrassed by the terrible acting to continue. Then he recounted how fantastically awful William Wyler had been to everyone involved except Jack Hawkins. An actor he’d worked with told him that the choice was either to take the abuse in silence or cry. I remembered seeing it in a revival in the lateish ’60s at the Palace Theatre at Times Square where, in a true NY moment, the audience burst into cheers when Dmitri Tiomkins’s name came on the screen. And so another Xmas came to a close.

In naming Massalla was General Lew planning to introduce his family? Brother Port and sister Vermouth?

Yesterday was made magical by the gift of dogshit in the morning followed by vomit and diarrhea throughout the day lasting through last night into the morning of what we like to call Boxing Day. What the hell have they been eating?

@Tommmcatt Says Pull My Finger: The Normans were nice boys. Big fans of wrestling. They put the Njal in Nigel.

I’ve been awake since 3.