I’ve only been to Rocket Star’s once, was afraid to check it out much since it was frequented by the Roomate From Hell ™, but I might definitely check it out now, if not just to watch the kids who aren’t dressed properly and then wonder why they’re so damn cold. Did you go to WMU?
Leviosaurus, those figurines are awesome! I know many people who would love the Santa one.
Auto, if you don’t watch out, I might just take you up on that offer one of these days as punishment for the namecalling.
I also like **THespos ** new naming of the season. I don’t know how salespersons don’t go crazy from the month of listening to just Christmas carols; I wish I had their willpower.
One other thing that I realized that I missed out was that I hate “Black Friday” or whatever the day after Thanksgiving is called. Thanksgiving is okay to me, it seems to be the least commercialized and thus the lesser evil of the holiday season. But god forbid if my realitives don’t want to finish Thanksgiving by 4 p.m. because they have to go to sleep early so that they’ll be bright eyed and bushy tailed for the Friday consumergasm. :smack:
Sometimes I do wish I had my mom’s family’s ability to pass through the holidays in a drunken blur. But my finals probably wouldn’t end up looking so good.
Fuck Halloween. No kids come to the door, leaving me with a bucket of candy that I feel stupid having bought and guilty eating.
Thanksgiving is okay. I’m cool with a four day weekend. I let my mom work and slave, then go over there and eat for free. The family is harmless and mildly entertaining. (I won that draw.) Then I go home and kick back for three days.
XmaNewYears is cool. Do all the shopping in november (edit: BEFORE black friday), don’t decorate, avoid the stores, avoid religion, take a week and a half off, avoid people until the day, hang out with the abnormally non-horrible family for a few hours, eat for free, watch a lot of (non-holiday) DVDs, kill a lot of time alone at home in the peace and quiet. And, me likee my loot. All the family is well-trained and gets me what I tell them (this year I will get 9 dvds, 1 computer game, and three inexpesive but fun collectibles from my poor siblings). Except my elder sister. Her husband is cheap and so she gives shit. (I didn’t count the shit. It will be one calender, one free giveaway junk from his work, and two useless and impersonal nicknacks.)
Oh, and:
Valentines day SUCKS. Everybody who is happy and in love can just DIE.
Actually, dead turkeys wind up being quite unsatisfactory sex toys, not that I would know about it. I can’t vouch for Santa, but the Easter Bunny fucks like a rabbit.
Well, my birthday is on Christmas Day, so I hate the holidays more than you. So THERE!
Yes, I did get ripped off every birthday, not that I’m fucking bitter about it. It prepared me for my life sitting in the dark, holding my guns, softly repeating “I’ll show you all” over and over and over and over and over and over again.
I want to get a life sized version of the Mrs. Santa one for the front lawn. Add in a crowd of cheering maniacal elves holding dollar bills… yeah, that would scare the carolers away
My cousin’s and boyfriend’s birthday are on Christmas, too. They complain a lot, but at least theirs gets remembered. Well, boyfriend it’s too terrible about it but my cousin on the other hand, geez…A couple years ago (I think she was turning 18) she and my aunt got super pissed that my Grandma sang happy birthday to Jesus before we sang happy birthday to her.
Don’t ask. Grandma is one of those Catholics. Fun was had by the whole family. All I could do was look with a :eek: face and think “Damn you Christmas babies sure are spoiled!”
In all seriousness though, it’s gotta suck having your birthday on the biggest holiday of the year.
I work retail, so i am fully behind this pitting (but with extra vitriol for my seventh straight retail Xmas - thank Og this is my last semester and then I can get a grown-up job). I love Halloween, and I also love that people are still actually nice and in a good mood. November 1 through Jan 10 or so (all those lovely post-holiday clearance shoppers) is nothing but angry people from hell. There is nothing that will satisfy them. Half of them are angry that we’ve already got Christmas stuff out (sorry, our main Xmas shipment came Sept. freakin’ 26, and we don’t hvae nearly enough room for it in the stockroom, especially with more trickling in every week) and the other half complaining because they can’t find the wrapping paper (aisle 6) or the Xmas cards are up too high (Let me help you get some down). No matter how nice I am, I’m getting shit from somebody, and with more shoppers in the stores, that means extra shit daily! I pride myself on my excellent customer service, but I tend to run out of nice during the holiday season and have to rely on some of my regulars (they bring me cookies!) for extra infusions.
Sorry that was long - today was the first day I’ve had a significant portion of “holiday shoppers” with their attitude, entitlement, bitterness, and rudeness. I’m pysched for the season. :rolleyes:
Radium Hot Springs Christmas Dopefest! All Grinches invited! Radium holidays are the best - we spend the days alternating between eating and soaking in hot pools (you could even squeeze a massage in there if you felt like it). Radium is a tiny village nestled in the Canadian Rockies, and it is a small enough that you could probably miss most of the Christmas hoopla.
I don’t think you could bring your cat, but there are usually lots of Bighorn Sheep roaming the town.
Well, one year my mother called me on 12/25 and wished me Merry Christmas, and never said a word about my birthday. I mean, I think she was there when I was born.
One saving grace that has prevented me from being in the news (“he was a quiet young man…”) was a crazy old single Aunt whose birthday was July 5. She always took me out with her in July and we celebrated both birthdays.
You get a ton of presents and then the next day… you go out and buy more stuff! What about enjoying the stuff you just got?
Okay, I admit I go out on that day but I go to 1 store, that only has sales twice a year, where I can get enough yarn to keep me busy almost until the next one. Last time I was in the mall on boxing day I was a teen and I decided to never do that again. My brother? He freaking goes to West Edmonton mall! It’s crazy enough as it is, and I don’t know what compells him to go but he does. He never really buys anything that day unless he knows what he wants.
I love Halloween, have few problems with Thanksgiving, but Christmas has surpassed Easter as my least favorite holiday. There’s just way too many reminders and obligations to make it fun any more. The advertisements have already started, the stores are already stocked with crap. The consumer vortex is starting to spin up to warp speed, as everyone starts to get their competitive shopping skills in order.
Then there’s the family thing. Each year seems to be more about how can we outdo last year? Can we give more expensive gifts? Can we put on a bigger feast? Where’s your damned Christmas list so I can put my mad competitive shopping skillz to work? What can’t-miss events can we schedule to impress the out of town guests?
It kind of came to a head last year when I invited my uncle and his SO out east, so that they could participate in Christmas festivities along with my folks. That turned into a drunken argument over some stupid plate that belonged to my grandmother. Meantime, I get yelled at by my father because I did not properly divide up my X-mas list among people, so I received a duplicate gift. Aaand my folks both took turns berating my kids for their dining habits.
So this year, fuck all that shit.
This year our cruise ship leaves Miami 12/22; we’ll be in Belize on X-mas day, returning on 12/29. This will be a Christmas our kids will remember for the right reasons.
Og yes - gas prices are going up again and already there is hand-wringing on the TV newscasts about ‘OMG how will this affect the Christmas shopping season’?!!??? STFU already.
I’ve hated the holiday season for a long time–the commercialism, the tacky crap, the horrendous mobs which make traveling a nightmare, the horrible music, the cloying superficiality.
If all it were was an excuse to hang out with close family, that’d be great. As such, Thanksgiving is a far more tolerable holiday to me than Christmas. However, I usually can’t get away for Thanksgiving because I always have way too much work to do. GAH!
I understand your bitterness on the “birthday close to Valentine’s Day” issue. I was born exactly one week before the stupid day, so nobody really remembers it. I don’t know if it’d be worse if nobody remembered it for another year or if someone made such a huge deal about my birthday that I was suitably embarassed.
I do, however, get my mom a separate birthday gift from her Christmas gift; after all, being born two days before Christmas tends to suck too.
