Venting My Inner Sam

Now I have no desire to invite comparisons between myself and our little green friend on the right, but it IS that time of year again after all, and the seasonal blahs are hitting me even harder than usual. Having started just before Thanksgiving and with no let up expected until well after New Years Day, this is developing into one of my worst holiday seasons ever.

Maybe it’s the fact that all those sporting events, that usually provide some sort of solace at this time of year, all seem totally saturated with suck this time around. Maybe it’s the fact that there’s this constant drum-a-drum-drum for the upcoming elections added to to the usual mix of dopey holiday shows – generously sprinkled with end-of-the-year-desperation sales ads – while all the good shows are on hiatus. I’m not sure, but I am feeling some kind of spirit coming over me. And I think I know what it is.

I first felt it coming on while trying to put together a good post for my birthday back on December 10th. I knew from watching my stats that this image from my It’s My Birthday! post of two years ago was particularly popular:

So I decided to go a-hunting for similar images that might bring on those great smiles I love so much to inspire. The thing is that no matter how hard I tried to put together the kind of “cute and cuddly” post I started out to do, the more I felt a certain “spirit of wickedness” grow inside me.

So I sat and I stewed while the vile bile accrued.
But I felt like a dork ’cause my flow was all corked.
And when I caught myself chiming in stupid Seuss-like rhyming,
I knew it was high time that I vent my damned Sam!

(Okay, so a poet I’m not. F@&% You! 😈 )

I want ice water.

Now, Dammit! 😳

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