December 21, 2007

Curious George: running down the clock. Right. So it's the last work day before Christmas (assuming you're not in a Vietnamese sweatshop or something), and MoFi's closed on the weekend, so here's your opportunity to shoutout to all your fellow simians, and wish them a happy holidays! (Oh, and a token Christmas link, to boot.)

Even though the Lego I want isn't out yet, I still need this. And this. And this promises to be fun, at least for twenty minutes. Fellow monkeys, I wish you the best of the holidays, doing whatever it is you do, and I hope you have the best of new years. Now let's get lots of comments going, because I've only been at work an hour, and I'm already bored to tears, because there's nuthin' on the internets. Thanky thanky!

  • A scintillatingly simian solstice and a merry monkey new year to one and all. And if you're last-minute shopping, I for one would enjoy something from here. Or here. Or perhaps a classic from here.
  • I think we're on our own, kinnakeet. I think everyone else must work for more civilized workplaces, where they're already deep in the nog, if they're there at all.
  • Golly, Cap'n, I think you're right. Does that mean we can misbehave unobserved? W00t! *Reaches for bottle of Glenlivet and two glasses, dons lampshade*
  • And, here's a lil' gift just for you.
  • Apparently I am in a Vietnamese sweat shop, because I have to work Monday. And I really appreciate you all rubbing it in.
  • Yay! Pointless holiday violence!
  • This comment right here is your Christmas present, Captain. Actually, it's my Christmas to present to ALL of you. So you better fucking appreciate it.
  • Ooh, I'm sorry, Larababy. If it helps, I just got word that a coworker is sorta expected to be in on Monday and accordingly, I might be as well, only niether of my bosses have given me any kind of direction on that. The office will be closed, and my immediate boss -- the one who would be watching me -- is off in Hawaii, sooooo, looks like I'll be spending the day under my Bay blanket, readin', and generally accomplishing nothing.
  • Sheesh. Drag out the good booze and everybody shows up. Happens every time. Sympathies, Lara. I hope Santa brings you something extra-special to make up for Monday. And speaking of pointless holiday violence, I suggest you pull up a comfy chair and watch this.
  • Merry Christmas or Merry whatever you celebrate to all Monkeys. Except the ones who stiffed me on meetup shoutouts. Ok, them too. Good thing I'm in a holiday spirit.
  • *airs grievances*
  • There is nothing pointless about Holiday violence.
  • Oh! And I have a link here to some original artwork I just did! Yeah, that's right. I did that. In...Photoshop. Yeah, that's the ticket. I Photoshopped it. It is my present to all of you!
  • I am really annoyed that I liked and kinda want Guitar Hero. 'Cause if all those yupster slack ass parents actually spent the money on real musical gear the kids would actually learn something and expand their brains and - Ooh is it my turn? *click* *click* *chicka-click* *whammy*
  • Nice work, RalphTheDog! Well crafted.
  • I'm at work, actually working, sort of. Theoretically. Getting out next week's paper three days early. Then looking forward the office being closed until after New Year's Day, although it came at the expense of having to listen to my jerk of a boss tell us all how we didn't deserve so much time off and if we had any work ethic at all we'd come in anyway, but he wasn't going to make us, because even if he did we wouldn't do anything. I'm very tired of my job. Very tired. But this Christmas promises to be better than last, not only because of the presence of a certain little bald feller, but also because this year I don't have to pass on the Glenlivet, or whatever other spirits are on offer. Here's to pumping and dumping, and merry everything to everyone.
  • A hearty and throat-throbbing cheers! to anyone on this website whom I've argued with, met, borrowed money off, drank with, had sex with or blew smoke at this year. I wish you, dearest Monkeys, all the happiness that the cruel gods will allow, the rudest health that will pass the censor and the grossest fortune available within the tax-bracket of your choice. May you and all those under the protection of your love have a safe and nog-wet holiday.
  • Thank Mothra he looks like you, hillbilly. I assume that he takes after his father with the crotch-grabbing...
  • Merry Christmas everyone. Even you, quidnunc (also, here are some christmas cards i made this year)
  • With the men in our family, it's not so much that we grab our crotches as much as it is that our penises black out the very sun, so you have to sort of peek around them. Happy Chanukah/Christmas/Kwanzaa/Festivus/Meaningless Spinning of the Universe day to all of you. Those I've met, and those I one day hope to meet, may you all be safe and warm and with full bellies and pleasantly buzzing heads. And the elf panties for Hank. Thanks.
  • Bananas for everyone!! )))))))))))
  • And for dng's giant firebreathing chicken too!
  • I can fake sincerity with the best of them! Merry Christmas to you all xx
  • Today we leave for the summery beaches of Marlborough, to return in a week. Have a wonderful time, everyone.
  • Who's got the basil?
  • Bets wishes and the best for all monkeys present and missing in the new year. Cheers! *dons hat with hanging mistletoe*
  • *blows Flagpole a bourbon-scented smooch*
  • 2007 was quite a year for me; I met some of you people for the first time ever and found out you are made of flesh and blood, like me! When liquor is added, you get loopy, like me! Sometimes you make cute little noises and funny smells, like me! No longer will I think of you as invisible bots putting words on my screen for my amusement. Now I know you are stinky noisy meatbags who put words on my screen for my amusement. I love you all dearly, some of you a little too much. Best wishes for safe and happy end-of-year festivities for you and all your loved ones.
  • I love you all dearly, some of you a little too much. For some of us, not enough lovin'. :(
  • You want another care package?? I'm not made of cookies, you know.
  • that's not what I heard.
  • There's a damn good reason "cookies" and "Koko" sound so alike.
  • Capt: never have I lusted after a lego set as I am now lusting after that Indiana Jones lego set. curse you! Quid: I have a CD for you. email me! Koko: I think you are made of cookies :) all the rest of you luzersmonkeys: happy whatever you like to celebrate, happy winterdarkgloomycoldtime, eat too much! drink too much! be too merry!! I hope you all get something you want...I'm still holding out for a 19 year old Argentinian poolboy...sigh!
  • Tracicle gone for a week? *phones friends* That's great...I hope you have a nice vacation *phones hookers* Bring us something nice back from sunny Marlsburg..or wherever *phones dealer* Bon voyage!
  • So-ho-ho! Traciclaus has left the building, eh? And whom, therefore, shall inherit the purple mantle of states-person-ship, the palladium sceptre of sovereignty and the chief lawgiver's pewter orb? Why - I, cry I! - and that ain't no lie. Now that my rightful reign is FINALLY commenced, you may wish to take turns bowing down before me, singing songs of (your) humility and (my) praise. And don't scrimp on the praise, assholes - the royal banning finger is an itchy finger, wont to click, click, click with little justification. Please also (a) have no other gods before me; (b) covet my ass; and (c) tithe like you never tithed before. Tithe like a motherfucker, guys - quidlord liketh some serious tithe action. Hurry up.
  • *foments rebellion*
  • *waits to see how this plays out a bit before he commits*
  • Not hearing enough praise, banfodder. Praise it up a notch, yo.
  • rah
  • Merry Christmas to all--except the guy with the huge ego that looks like a cross between an elf and a mutated reindeer. Shall we tell him we disconnected that banhammer button and laugh like MoFos, or do we wait till he craps tinsel icicles out of frustration?
  • well I guess I'm a shoe-in to the pearly gates, since I already have a holiday present waiting to go for the Quidlord, despite my well-known atheist tendencies.
  • Praise? Just what have the Romans has the Q ever done for us?
  • ...apart from better sanitation and medicine and education and irrigation and public health and roads and a freshwater system and baths and public order... Merry Monkeymas and Happy Noo Year to ALL YOU LUCKY, LUCKY BUMS who don't have to work this weekend. Although I shouldn't bitch too much, since this is the first time in two years I haven't had to work on Christmas Day. Sigh. But seriously-- I wish you all a warm and bright holiday with the family and friends of your choice, truly excellent presents, and lots o' nog!
  • Praise it or I'll erase it. Don't tase me, bro - praise me, yo. Gimme some praise, or hit the highwaise. These are my new taglines, for your information.
  • Who's got admin rights this week? Quid's got admin rights this week! Who's style's eccentric and unique? Quid's style's eccentric and unique! Rights this week! Style's unique! Must be quiiiiidnuuuuunc! Must be quiiiiiidnuuuunc! Must be quidn--oof! /klunk
  • Also oh my GOD I want that Playmobil Roman ship... must... resist...
  • wow. I just went to the playmobil site and...wow. I don't even know which weirdass toy to comment upon. the arctic expedition set? the roman centurion? THE ARENA??? including lion? does it come with a vial of fake blood to splash about?
  • All I want for Christmas is a Dukla Prague Away Kit And to see the foul usurper Quidnunc swinging by his heels from a lamp-post
  • Yon Coppesius hath a lean and hungry look. Oh, let me have about me monkeys who are fat! - sleek-headed monkeys, such as sleep a-nights.
  • I meant swinging from a lamp post in the manner of the twinkle-toed dancing of Gene Kelly of course, You Imperial Awesomeness. Just another of your innumerable talents.
  • So, what's the sycophant rate going here? Do you pay in gold, bananas, dollars (canadian of course)?
  • I feel I should say something but I'm not sure what...
  • *builds pyramid for quidnunchotep* *fills it with empty beer cans and old Reader's Digests*
  • I have absolutely no idea what's goin' on.
  • Happy New Year! * we don't really do Christmas here
  • My boss came 'round at 2:30 yesterday and said, "Go home, and don't come in tomorrow." So Ispent today buying a new bed and taking my Mom to lunch. A Messy Kweznuz to all!!
  • Gerard the Grouchy Elf You know Dasher, you know Dancer, you know all the Christmas tales, You know what Dylan Thomas did on Christmas Eve in Wales, So sit down by the fireside. Relax and rest yourself, And I will tell the story of Gerard the Grouchy Elf. Elfing wasn't quite the life Gerard had had in mind; Making cutesy toys to him was just a daily grind. He would have rather been a pharmacist, perhaps a banker, Or maybe run a shop, or piloted an oil tanker. He longed to work far from the Pole, perhaps in someplace warm, Or at the least, where pointy shoes were not the uniform. He was grateful for employment, Gerry was, but nonetheless, He had to find a way to ease his job-related stress. So, He hid the keys to Santa's sled where Santa couldn't find 'em, And shone a light in Rudolph's eye to temporarily blind 'im. He tampered with the presents that were meant for children's stockings, And what they found on Christmas morn was really rather shocking. He mixed stuff in the eggnog that he shouldn't be a-mixin'; He spread a nasty lie concerning Mrs. Claus and Vixen. He borrowed Santa's scarlet suit and covered it with stains, And made the kiddies cry with liver-flavored candy canes. The other elves were quite annoyed, but Santa wasn't mad, Because he knew that, deep inside, Gerard was not that bad. He only acted up to vent his holiday frustration, So now the Christmas season's when Gerard takes his vacation. Yes, he's the elf that minds the shop in Summer, Spring, and Fall. He handles all the faxes, mail, and Santa's wake-up call. He'd rather be a carpenter and build a little shelf, But for now he's just content to be Gerard the Grouchy Elf.
  • MERRY QUIDSMAS to all of monkeydom. How things change-- only a year ago I was chortling at the sight of sexual outrages being committed upon his burning corpse, and now he is our fearless leader. As Chairman of the Quidnuncian Revolutionary Party, may I table a motion to commence the building of a gigantic golden image of His Quidly Nuncitude? And can we make it so it rotates to face the sun at all times? And urinates champagne? Because that would be awesome. (Also, dng's Christmas cards have cheered me vastly.)
  • Yeah, whatever, to all of you. XXX
  • Happy seasonal whatnots to all you lovely people *hugs*
  • * we don't really do Christmas here Oh yes you do, and how.
  • It just isn't the holidays without a hijacked image for sharing. The Solstice:
  • Why were the stockings hung with care, anyway? It's not like they're going to shatter. Are they exploding stockings? Glass exploding stockings? Ah, well. Happy Festivus, everyone!
  • P U R T Y !
  • Monkey kiss-moose! ;)
  • peace and goodwill to all monkeys. and gobs of cash.
  • Belated good wishes to all. I was long gone by December 21st. And thanks to Abiezer for reminding me of the Dukla Prague away kit.