christmas outdoor blow molds,,3 wiseguys,
i have christmas blow molds ,,3 wise guys,$15. 2 candy canes $5.,,and one toy soldier $1.
Steve sent this one in, saying, “This year, I learned something about Christmas: I learned that Larry, Curly, and Moe were all present at the birth of Jesus.”
Merry Christmas, folks! Or, if you don’t celebrate Christmas, happy just-another-normal-day-but-with-lots-of-things-closed.
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Wise guys … blow molds … everything a person needs for their Sopranos-themed Nativity lawn display.
One question, though: is Livia Soprano the Kind Herod stand-in?
*King Herod
Kind King Herod. Friend of Good King Wenceslas.
Herod the Great, or Herod the Over/Under?
Herod Over-Easy?
No thanks, I prefer my ancient rulers scrambled.
King George III on toast, then?
Is it wrong that I have a crush on Astro?
Unless I’ve confused you with Windrose, I believe Astro is the same age as the Tanklette. Whether this is wrong is entirely up to your intentions and how Chris Hansen interprets them.
Wait…I thought Herod is what Heman calls his private bits…
Hammy, I wish there was a better audience for that one today. Very funny and topical. Throwing lots of doors your way, with wreaths on them and everything.
I laughed. 🙂
In a small Southern town there was a nativity scene that indicated great skill and talent in its creation. One small feature bothered me though. The three wise men were wearing firemen’s helmets.
Totally unable to come up with a reason or explanation, I left. At a “Quik Stop” on the edge of town, I asked the lady behind the counter about the helmets. She exploded into a rage, yelling at me, “You darn Yankees never do read the Bible!”
I assured her that I did, but simply couldn’t recall anything about firemen in the Bible. She jerked her Bible from behind the counter and ruffled through some pages, and finally jabbed her finger at a particular passage.
Sticking it in my face she said, “See, it says right here, ‘The three wise men came from afar.'”
If one comma is good, 2 commas must be better!
Also, I cannot for the life of me figure out what a “blow mold” is supposed to be. Thoughts?
[corey] Blow molds are those hollow plastic figures that were popular before the birth of inflatable decorations allowed you to erect a ten foot high animated snowglobe on your front lawn. They are called blow molds because the plastic is sprayed (or “blown”) inside the mold to produce a thin shell rather than poured in a solid chunk, but feel free to come up with other explanations if you like 😉 [/corey]
[not.a.corey] Definition 2: What a $1.99 value male prostitute gets you. [/not.a.corey]
(Nyuck, nyuck, yecch)
Blow mold is what gets on your Blow Fish if you leave it out on the counter too long.
Holiday special on the corner of Elk & Main.
What happens when you take a swig of penicillin while reading YSaC comments.
Nah, he was just skipping a comma-delimited database field.
(…he said knowing probably only Capn is geek enough to find that the slightest bit amusing.)
(And, I smiled–even as my brain kludged some sql code for reading cdf, entirely unbidden, too; lack of coffee very bad)
Nah — Capn’s not the only geek around.
I chuckled, then winced. My last job involved manually creating reports because the software we paid too much for couldn’t properly do delimitation.
I skimmed over in blissful ignorance. My interest in computer programming only extends to modding games and html.
I also assure you that the good Capn is not the only one found that amusing.
… and a Kind King Herod in a pear tree.
With a cartridge in a Bear tree?
Bea Arthur in a King-size bed.
Bea Arthur with the Afroman in the master bedroom?
Yahtzee!
Sequence!
Boggle!
Hey, Happy Long Weekend to those of you who don’t have to work. If you do work somewhere that stays open, demand that your boss purchase some blow molds to dress the place up a bit. Chances are good, you’ll get the weekend off, and many more days after that!
Half day for me. We cut out for our annual Christmas luncheon at noon where we’ll eat good food and drink good wine/beer and a drawing for random gift baskets/bags will ensue. (The executive secretary always buys something like 8 or 10 of them and we all draw numbers to see who gets one.) Then I’m off for 4 days, work for 2 (which will be utterly dead), then off for another 4. I’m glad I got out of retail years ago; I hated having only Christmas and New Years days off, and boxing day was always insane.
Hope everyone has a great Christmas regardless!
Back from the Christmas party, which was quite nice. Had a good if slightly undercooked steak, garlic potatoes which could be more accurately described as potatoed garlic, a bunch of appetizers, and my favourite B52 coffee for dessert. Didn’t win anything at the draw, so I’m 4 for 6, but the one who never gets her number drawn and is always quite vocal about it finally got something other than drunk this year, her first at least since I came to the company, but probably longer if the way she dramatized not winning even during my first year is any indication.
Went and did a little last-minute shopping — nothing major, storage containers for leftovers, Veloutine from apparently the only store in the city that has any left, and a few knick knacks, including some catnip pillows for the kitties for Christmas. Now I’m home for the next four days — wee! Now it’s time to start dinner and work on some music.
Merry Christmas Eve y’all!
I was going to continue the Genie Pigs today, but got caught up in other things and won’t have time to do a proper job before we all leave for the Christmas luncheon, so I’ll probably write it up over the holidays and post it next week or something.
Just stopping in to wish one and all a merry Beesmas Eve! May the bees be plentiful unto ye and bring ye lots of honey!
Psst! Camille, is that really you? You’ve just got a quilt square today. It’s very festive, actually.
I like the new look, Camille; it harks back to the biblical days of quilted fig leaf undergarments.
Y’all be good to each other out there, whether for Christmas eve, or for it being Friday.
And, let’s limit the swerving in my lane for the next few hours, too, please.
*hic*
Shore ’nuff. I jes’ follering the lines!
Cap’n, I promise to not swerve into your lane for the rest of the year! 8)
Would that you could have induced the rest of the cretaines on I-35 today to also so comply.
Was a great excess of people acting as if they’d never, ever, not never driven in the rain in their lives entire. Gee, the cold front and associated rain were a close-held secret under the highest-possible classification and all; not like it was on every newscast, the radio, inter-tubes, and such–nope, a complete Perl Arbor [stinking sneaker germanes].
My three-hour-tour went 3:58 today. But, luckily, there’s beer here, and most of the cooking was done. Tamales, three kinds (chicken, pork, & brisket), with a salsa con carne and a salsa queso con carne. Horrible stuff, in the interest of the public good, the 46.3 elebentyillion people who wandered in for buffet supper made sure to destroy all traces of the wickedness.
Now, they’ve all gone, with their offspring as well, and now, peace, bless-ed peace and time on the computer with my imaginary friends.
You better watch out. You better not cry.
Better not pout. I’m telling you why.
Santa has a high-tech information infrastructure and informant network that makes Homeland Security look like a geriatric shut-in.
That’s the why.
(Did I mention he’s coming to town?)
(I stole this off of Facebook)
Was the concept stolen from Cracked.com?
Entirely Possible. Thanks for the notation. 8)
It’s so sad that after the birth of Jesus the wise men fell from glory so quickly. One day they were presenting the son of God with gifts at his birth, the next they’re addicted to moldy blow and running a seedy bar called the 3 Wiseguys.
Such a shame.
And making tv shows : 3 Wise Guys on USANetwork.
Guess people have to make a living some how.
It all started with Kenny Loggins, and it went downhill from there.
“I learned that Larry, Curly, and Moe were all present at the birth of Jesus.”
Duh. Hence the famous holiday saying “Eat, Drink, and Beat Larry!”
Among our mismatched Christmas flotsam is a two foot tall blow mold Joseph. Just Joseph, husband picked him up off the curb a few years back so we celebrate the unsung baby daddy of Jeebus in all his light up plastic glory.
Joseph is also the Patron Saint of Workers. I always thought he got such a bad deal in the whole story. He was basically stage dressing, and little else.
Thanks for that tidbit of knowedge! Considering that I just accompanied my husband to work on his day off, the patron saint of workers seems appropriate in this household.
[OT corey] Saint Nicholas, the precursor of Santa Claus, is the patron saint of children, prostitutes, repentant thieves, pharmacists, and pawnbrokers.(As well as others.) [/OT corey]
But not, oddly enough, repentant prostitutes.
OT to Silva: My husband LOVES the drawing and wanted to make sure I thanked you profusely for it. I’ll be posting a plug for your talent on my blog later today along with the picture if anyone else wants to see it.
replying to this late late late, but I’m glad to hear it! 🙂
(sorry if I haven’t been here much, been busy with holiday and many other of life’s stresses)
[Blow mold corey] The last time I visited the Milwaukee Zoo, they had blow molds of the most popular animals. I still have my polar bear on a shelf in the spare bedroom. Incidentally, if anyone besides me ever saw the very canceled “Wonderfalls”, the “smoosh faced lion” was a blow mold. [/Damn you, Fox Network! Damn you to hell!]
Mary Beesmas to all, and to all a good night!
And to you as well… I’m still working on the mary(merry) part.
LimeLolly, I hope your Holiday turns out better than expected. May you receive 3 times as many laughs as you have given us over the past year!
Thanks and many more to you and yours.
I’m closer on the merry part. Lots of martinis. Makes the wrapping go faster, because frankly, I don’t care anymore… it’s just going to be torn off anyway. HA. Problem solved. I love it when a plan comes together.
Ooh, looky – boxed Manda for Beesmas Eve. Windy, will the punch come with a big cup of heavily spiked eggnog?
It will now. 8) Mary Beesmas, Manda!
Thanks Windy! Mary Beesmas!
Time for a seasonal poem. I guess everyone knows that Google can translate a word or phrase.
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the casa,
Not a creature was stirring—Caramba! Que pasa?
Los ninos were tucked away in las camas,
Some in vestidos and some in pajamas.
Papa esta in el corner saloon,
Muy borracho since mid-afternoon!
While hanging the stockings con mucho cuidado,
In hopes that old Santa would feel obligado
To bring all children, both buenos y malos,
A nice batch of dulces and other regalos.
Outside in the yard there arose such a grito
That I jumped to my feet like a frightened cabrito.
I ran to the window and looked afuera,
And who in the world do you think that it era?
Saint Nick in a sleigh and a big red sombrero
Came dashing along like a crazy bombero.
And pulling his sleigh instead of venados
Were eight little burros approaching velados.
I watched as they came and this quaint little hombre
Was shouting and whistling and calling by nombre:
“Ay Pancho, ay Pepe, ay Cuco, ay Beto,
Ay Chato, ay Chopo, Macuco y Nieto!”
Then standing erect with his hands on his pecho
He flew to the top of our very own techo.
With his round little belly like a bowl of jalea,
He struggled to squeeze down our old chiminea.
Then huffing and puffing at last in our sala,
With soot smeared all over his red suit de gala,
He filled all the stockings with lovely regalos –
For none of the ninos had been muy malos.
Then chuckling aloud, seeming muy contento,
He turned like a flash and was gone like the viento.
And I heard him exclaim, and this is verdad,
Merry Christmas to all, y Feliz Navidad!
And a merry Christmas to all at YSaC. Thank you all for making my days a bit brighter………
We had a YSaC version started .. last Saturday… nobody has ever finished it. I’m not quite motivated nor in the stream of unconsciousness to attempt it. (like I was last weekend)
Don’t worry, LL. We’ll get it all rounded up and stuff it in the Fora. We can finish it there as the mood takes us and have it finished by 12th Night. 8)
Where am I? *hic* What day is this? That was some good champagne Punchity Punch Punch, Manda! Manda? Aw, dang it. Merry and Happy, everyone!
Hope it was a good night, Bethlehem!
Wise Guys, Christmas? That big Eastern Syndicate is at it again.
Happy holidays!