On this celebration of winter & Yule & commercialization of organized religion, this is what we did…

Exchanged gifts:  I got three superhero themed garments, a leather note card thingie that I have been wanting, some high-end male hygiene products and a copy of the Absolute Kingdom Come.  A pretty decent hauls of goodies I must say.

To spead a little bit of good karma for the holiday we went out to dinner and decided to pick a random stranger and pay for their meal.  When a gentleman walked in dressed as an everyday Elvis (the hairdo, glasses, cowboy boots, and tailored 70s cowboy suit) we knew we had a sufficiently random individual that deserved some good karma for bringing an extra bit of cool to the world.

We got some coffee and drove around a bit and saw a guy on a jet-ski cruising the Detroit river.  A little nuts in our opinion, but he appeared to be enjoying himself.  If he wants to flirt with hypothermia that is entirely his affair.

We went walking/jogging in the rain.  One of those occasions that makes you feel good about having exercised, but also feels even better to curl up under a fleece blanket afterward.

A pretty good day.  A good memory day for years down the road.

Ok, anybody out there over the age of thirty-ish, go to Youtube or some such video based amusement site and find the old Bugs bunny cartoons.  You know the politically incorrect, ultra-violent, abso-friggin-lutely hilarious ones from your youth.  Spend at least an hour watching and chuckling.

Repeat as necessary.  Also acceptable, Daffy Duck & Droopy Dog.

Never forget that you used to be a kid and enjoyed the hell out of this stuff.  Growing old does not mean losing your sense of wonder and whimsy.

Meet the denizens of my realm.

Since the humans are simply support staff, they will play second fiddle.  First in the household are the Hench-cats!  I know, I know, why are they hench-cats if they are the primary inhabitants of their world?  Well, because they don’t read written English so well and I can get away with it.

Ocean – The lord and master of the house!  He is an insidious sneak who cheats at hide-and-seek and uses his devious four-paw kung-fu to best you at races.  He likes to sit on the sink and take long naps in whichever cardboard box is handy.

Sin – The thug.  A brute of a cat with the lesser known claws of the hydra, if you trim one, three spring forth to seek vengeance!  He is the indignant shadow that trips you at midnight.

Joker – He is the mismatched eyes of jealousy.  He is the interruption to your tranquility and the cat-scratch that appears without warning.  His goal is to spoil your fun and lay on any important papers you may have.

Griffen – She who will vomit on your prized possessions!  The watchful lurker who appears on your shoulders without warning.  Her combat style is iron-paws that will pummel you and a sonic battle-cry that will shatter your very bones with it’s ferocity!

Friday – The fish.  He doesn’t do much.  He’s a fish.  Very good at meditation though.

Mrs. The Spider – She knows and obeys the One Rule.  If you possess more than four legs and you startle us, you will die a splattery death.  She runs laps around our kitchen light.  We don’t know why.