There’s only one reason to listen to Christmas music before Thanksgiving, and that’s Die Roten Rosen’s “…wir Warten Auf’s Christkind” album. When I lived with Huizenga—who, by the way, might very soon be an employee of my company—he introduced me to it. It’s a German punk-rock Christmas album. Just take my word for it and download the album. You’ll never hear a more tear-jerking “Oh Tannenbaum,” not because it’s so good—because it’s so deliciously bad.
Well, I got some good motivation (other than being sick) to quit smoking. Somehow, some way, I got talked into doing a half-marathon in May, so I had better get my ass in gear. It’ll be good for me, but I know I’m going to hate myself every step of the way. My boss, Neal, astonishes me: he does this race called Hood to Coast every year, which is a relay race from Mt Hood to Seaside, OR. You know how much training he does before it? Zero. The man plays co-ed indoor soccer on Sundays, and that’s it. I’ll be lucky to walk this half-marathon if I don’t start now.
And now, in completion of the Muppets blog-post trifecta, this made my day yesterday:
I got one final shave in to end the month this morning. Please take note of how quickly my chin has kicked my upper lip’s ass.