Crystals have always been a special way to show a lady you care…

My Day

Got up.

Fed the baby.

Ate.

Did a tiny bit of drawing.

Ran.

Ate out.

Went to Wal Mart.

Saw balls on a truck in the Wal-Mart parking lot.

Beat off to college volleyball.

Watched the Fedor fight on CBS…Fedor got another knockout.

Wrote a blog about this shit.

Nasty uncensored.

I recently looked at this CD of pictures from the visit Matt and I made to AZ several years ago. I didn’t remember how retarded things got. There is some real shameful stuff there. I also didn’t remember that I have gained like 40 pounds since then. Is there a point to this post? No, not really. Just watch what you eat, because you might get fat someday.

Comb yo beard

So many good lines. I’m glad this is still online.

Missed opportunities

Why didn’t we think of this for Halloween costumes in 2005?

Pre-Christian Alpine Traditions

I always though something was missing from my December celebrations:

KRAMPUS
The word Krampus originates from the Old High German word for claw (Krampen). In the Alpine regions the Krampus is represented by an incubus in company of Saint Nicholas. Traditionally, young men dress up as the Krampus in the first two weeks of December, particularly in the evening of December 5, and roam the streets frightening children (and adults) with rusty chains and bells. In some rural areas the tradition also includes slight birching by the Krampus, especially of young females.

The present day Krampus costume consists of wooden masks or Larve, sheep’s skin and horns. Considerable effort goes into the manufacture of the hand-crafted masks, as many younger adults in rural communities engage competitively in the Krampus events.

In Oberstdorf, in the southwestern alpine part of Bavaria, the tradition of the “Wilde Mann” (wild man) is kept alive. He is described exactly like Krampus (except the horns), dressed in fur and frightening children (and adults) with rusty chains and bells.

 

Perchten
Originally, the word Perchten (plural of Perchta) referred to the female masks representing the entourage of Frau Perchta or Pehta baba as is known in Slovenia, an ancient goddess (some claim a connection to the nordic goddess Freyja, though this is uncertain). Traditionally, the masks were displayed in processions (Perchtenlauf) during the last week of December and first week of January, and particularly on 6 January. The costume consists of a brown wooden mask and brown or white sheep’s skin. In recent times Krampus and Perchten have increasingly been displayed in a single event, leading to a loss of distinction of the two. Perchten are associated with midwinter and the embodiment of fate and the souls of the dead. The name originates from the Old High German word peraht, or brilliant.

Regional variations of the name include Berigl, Berchtlmuada, Berchta, Pehta, Perhta-Baba, Zlobna Pehta, Bechtrababa, Sampa, Stampa, Lutzl, Zamperin, Pudelfrau, Zampermuatta and Rauweib. The Roman Catholic Church attempted to prohibit the sometimes rampant practise in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries but later condoned it, resulting in a revival.

In the Pongau region of Austria large processions of Schönperchten (beautiful Perchten) and Schiachperchten (ugly Perchten) are held every winter. Other regional variations include the Tresterer in the Austrian Pinzgau region, the stilt dancers in the town of Unken, the Schnabelpercht (beaked Percht) in the Unterinntal region and the Glöcklerlaufen (bell running) in the Salzkammergut. A number of large ski resorts have turned the tradition into a tourist attraction drawing large crowds every winter.

In the town of Andrista, Valle Camonica, Italy each year came a mythological figure of the forest: the Badalisc (or Badalisk).^[1]

 

Rat soup eatin’ motherfucker

Rudy Ray Moore is dead!
Damn.

Nice work, Geraldo

It was a simpler time.  In those days, he was asking the hard questions of people using “new vocabulary”.  Now, he’s interrogating king of all loud douches, Bill O’Reilly.  I guess that means his career has progressed?   Can’t we just not pay attention to any of them?

In similar 90s talk show host news, I recently viewed Ricki Lake’s boobs in “The  Business of Being Born”.  I was pretty skeptical going into it, fearing a guilt trip about being 30 and not having 4 kids, but I enjoyed it. 

Mr. Doodleedoo Pants, I am sending you a ziploc bag of Manbaby pee.  Don’t freak out.  It’s sterile.  I promise.

Creepy ass music + Aliens! In Search of

This show used to freak me out when I was 12.  I can’t get enough of the creep music!

In town on business

He’s not hands-free.  He’s hands-on.