The day after
My Christmas Day was fine although very very quiet.
The following is an effort of mine from the past. That’s one of the advantages of having been a blogger for umpteen million years – you have a backlog of these sorts of things.
On Christmas Day—blog?
I’d rather have grog,
Or maybe eggnog,
Then go walk the dog.
Or watch a Yule Log,
And eat like a hog,
Then go for a jog.
Blogging’s a bog.
My mind’s in a fog,
Or maybe agog
From much dialogue.
I’ll return to the slog
Already, and blog.
[NOTE: On the words “the dog,” the link goes to an article on the type of dog we had when my son was little.]
Well, at least Neo left out wog, “a racial slur in Australian English and British English applied to people from the Mediterranean region such as Southern Europeans and North Africans. . . . The saying, ‘The wogs begin at Calais’ (implying that everyone who is not British is a wog), appears to date from the First World War but was popularised by George Wigg, Labour MP for Dudley, in 1949 when in a parliamentary debate concerning the Burmese, Wigg shouted at the Conservative benches, ‘The Honourable Gentleman and his friends think they are all “wogs.” Indeed, the Right Honourable Member for Woodford [i.e., Winston Churchill] thinks that the “wogs” begin at Calais.'”
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wog
I should have added that Neo also omitted that other current pejorative, namely prog. Readers can easily supply their own examples of this mindset.
I am reminded of Andre the Giant rhyming in Princess Bride.
Thanks, Neo, for all that you do. I check your blog almost every day, but rarely comment. As a male, I appreciate a female point of view on the topics you cover. We are of the same generation, and that is very important to me for perspective. Keep up the good work.
I had a sub par Christmas. My house burned down.
Scott the Badger:
“sub par?” That’s absolutely awful!
Sending prayers for you and the family.
SCOTTtheBADGER:
How dreadful! I hope everyone is okay, and that you were able to rescue some of your things.
Alas, no, I lost everything in the building. But I survived, which is all that matters. Everything else can eventually be replaced.
Man.
I’m really sorry to hear that your house was destroyed, SCOTTtheBADGER.
I hope that you + everyone involved are doing well.
I am safe and warm, so I am doing better than many.