Monthly Archives: December 2013

Another Advent Devotional

Here’s my second contribution to this year’s Mondoville Advent series. Advent  Devotional for 22 Dec 13 Isaiah 62:6-12 King James Version (KJV) 6 I have set watchmen upon thy walls, O Jerusalem, which shall never hold their peace day nor night: … Continue reading

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He’s Got the Look

At NPR, Robert Krulwich introduces us to cartoonist Mike Holmes and Mike’s cat Ella. From time to time, he does a self-portrait (with Ella), but he has two rules. There’s a one-hour time limit, and the portrait must be done … Continue reading

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Poisoned Chocolates for Christmas

Because of my size and the fact that as an erstwhile redhead, my hair and beard are rather white, I get more than my share of Santa jokes this time of year. About a year ago, I guess I heard … Continue reading

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Taking the Charm Out of “Charm Offensive”

We’ve already established that what Jay Nordlinger calls “safe zones” — areas of life in which one may reasonably expect not to hear about political matters — are thin on the ground and dwindling like a Richard Bachman protagonist. I … Continue reading

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Sharing Some Linky Love

Recent Mondoville grad (and fiancee of the Berries’ keyboardist) Kasey Stuart has decided to hang out her blog shingle. She’s a sweet kid — give her a visit. I’ve mentioned before that I really started to get into crime fiction … Continue reading

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I Am the Caroling King — I Can Do Anything

Not quite two years ago, I addressed the question of what might have happened if the Doors had done a Christmas album. Since it is now actually an appropriate season, I thought I’d bring it back out. So here you … Continue reading

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A Joke From My Dad

Once upon a time, there was a young man who wanted, despite having a short temper, to be a ticket-taker on the railroad. At last, his dreams were realized, and on his first day, he was moving through the passenger … Continue reading

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