Key Issues

Ya Done Pissed Me Off

Every one of ya.

Cat asks in a comment if I'm mad with him.
Yep.
And for abandoning his url again... Donnie.
And Denny. And Donner and Blitzen.
...And Dancer, Prancer, and Vixen.

I'm mad at ya, and ya ain't gettin nuttin for Christmas!

Okay, okay.... So you weren't getting anything anyway. It's all I can do to round up the niceties for the obligatories in my life, even though I treasure you optionals with a fondness that most of them will never know. But I've been slammed. Doing the season right, I am: baking toffee and painting snowmen...

So Cat: I love you, man. And yeah, the others too...

Meanwhile, I'm sure that I have a reason to be pissed off with the Acidic One. I usually do. However, since I've been a horrible reader o blogroll lately, I'm not sure what that reason is... Besides, I need to get out of the doghouse for failing to snail mail when he was away from blogworld. I got out the purple stationery and stared at it, but nothing happened. So as penance, I offer (in the extended entry) a portrait of da blogfaddah that I penned with my very own mouse. And now, I must do Christmas cards. (No, not for you people! I did blodgers last year. This year, I must recognize family and people I keep saying I'll meet for lunch, but never do...)

Here da man is: