Tonight as you celebrate
Keep an eye towards the future
On your way home... drive something safe
Better yet, take the train
Take a moment to yourself
And make a wish
upskirts happiness in 2007
Have a fun New Years. I'll see you at breakfast.
(also an article from the 1939 student newspaper about the hazing problem here (pdf)
Now is the time
To sit by the tree
And enjoy the cool breeze
Blowing up your mumu.
Merry Christmas all.
Dammit. It's almost midnight. What the hell are you doing on the computer? Midnight mass in in 50 minutes. Get dressed. Get your ass to church. Man, I feel like your mom.
** * Warning white trash Christmas tale to follow * **
Midnight mass. Good catholics go to midnight mass on Christmas eve. We were young, life was a party. We had our own variation on the celebration of the holiday. We went to midnight mass.... but we went after a few cocktails. All my friends would grab a bottle or two from the parents booze stash and meet in a park. We'd drink what we could and then head on over to midnight mass... This particular year our friend Peggy brought a bottle of Wild Irish Rose to the park. Being the booze connoisseurs that we were (at 16 years old) we all refused to drink it. My friend Mike looked at the bottle and proclaimed "This is evil. The devil's blood". Peggy was quite offended. Usually we would drink anything but today was ... well, Christmas Eve. This was no time for crappy wine. We argued the propriety of drinking Wild Irish Rose on a holiday. Peggy was quite upset by our snub. In her own personal protest, she ended up drinking the whole bottle herself.
We attended midnight mass. I noticed Peggy looked quite ill (for some reason or another).... She looked at me and said "I don't feel so good"....."Church" That was the only thing that went through my mind. Peggy is going to barf in church. I looked around at all the statues and they seemed to be starng at me. I heard a loud voice inside my head (was it god?) The voice said "DO NOT LET HER BARF INSIDE THE CHURCH"
Great. Now, I've done some unholy things in my life but I'll be damned (literally) if I was going to let Peggy puke on Jesus. My friend Mike and I grabbed her arm and hustled her through the huge double doors. We got her just outside of the front of the church and that's when Peggy let loose with a huge purple stream of vomit. Mike looked at me and said "See that's why I did't drink that stuff" .... I concurred ...."Yea good call" I said as I struggled to stand Peggy up.... "But we really should get her off of the steps before mass lets out." ... Mike agreed. We both looked at Peggy and she was really upset. She was sobbing about "Going to hell" and "Puking on God". Mike said to her "Look Peggy it's not like you threw up in church. You threw up outside the church so it's not that bad. " That seemed to calm her down a bit. We threw some snow over the barf, carried Peggy to the car and got the hell out of there.
In some sadness I must report that was the last midnight mass I ever attended.
New and improved for the holidays
Some people think that life seems a lot better when it seems like its never going to end
That's the illusion of the suburbs
You get lulled into an existence
That lets you feel nothing
Some people fear change
They feel as if they don't have the means
The means is within you
You just need to have to courage to let it come out
It's not about fearing what will happen
It's about living the life
That's waiting there for you
Ah, old motorhomes.......shudder.
I have a friend. She's thinking of moving to the west coast.
She keeps running into obstacles. I think her life is like a human version of Frogger.
She takes a step towards leaving and then WHAM, a car comes out of nowhere.
I'm afraid she might give up and stay in suburbia.
Convince her to keep trying.
I keep having this dream. There's a woman with an obvious wig. She sits down at the kitchen table and says "Let's go up to the lake". I look at her and say "Sure. But who the hell are you?". I've never seen her before. She takes a long drag from her cigarette and says "I want to go to the lake. Now". I grab my coat and she follows me to the car. As the city turns into forest and sunlight, we drive north. There's no other traffic. It's quiet. We're going to the lake.
The pictures you see on Bighappyfunhouse are usually stuff that I find that week. I go to flea markets and dig through boxes of crapola to find one or two pictures that are good ones. It's like a food chain. Someone throws them in the garbage - An alley pickers finds them - He takes them to the flea market - I buy them - Then through the magic of the internets - They end up on your computer. Every week I get to say to you folks - "Hey look what I found at the flea market today!". I think half the fun of doing Bighappyfunhouse is posting the stuff as you find it.
Every now and then there a photo that I scan ....that for some reason or another ....I never get around to posting. They all end up in a folder on my desktop titled "OKwhatthehellaretheseallabout"
Well, it's sunday. A good day to have some leftovers. Here's the photos from that folder.