It's an old story. A bearded man finds love, a career, owls and fifteen hundred books in a part of the country he'd previously never anticipated even visiting. He learns to stop apologizing for his very pointed interest in the darkest aspects of life and comes to terms with his spirituality, which could be classified as "probably voodoo." He shares his home with a homonculus, an ocelot and a semi-feral catling and regularly interacts with federally protected birds.You know, that tired hat.
Friday, December 24, 2004
So. One Christmas my mother decides to make two mistakes. One: making salt-tack ornaments. Two: letting me have paint. To enrich our tree with the wonders of the season, I made some fun ornaments that reflect my own inner desire to bring the random to our tree. Clockwise: Indonesian angel, albino reindeer, Jolly Plantation worker (ahhh! offensive!), African American Santa and, in the middle, Chinese teddy bear. Boy, am I gonna get letters on these.
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so why isn't the "Jolly Plantation Worker" carrying the Confederate flag?
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