Merry Christmas

Seasons come and seasons go--and for that matter, years and lives--but the moments that remain suspended in time, are the moments that remain branded in minds and hearts, moments of...
BAH HUMBUG.
In my own words, that spew forth in over-abundance like a fountain of bad living conditions, Christmas is a time to be gay. Yes, laud the season with that good old-fashioned gaiety and skip around like there is no tomorrow.
And yes, posting pictures also falls under the category of Christmas Skipping--officially.
















The following picture is a fine representation of stylish Shiz almost-organized-ness (aka organized-but-not-quite). See, in the photo there's a trend that tends toward us all looking to the right, but at the same time, something's quite messy about the whole thing. NWO.



































Here's a fine young man standing on extremity-extentions, and peering lovingly down at hospitalized children from atop his perch. Aw, my Dad is cool.