Winter Soltice.
The Winter Soltice kicks in in the Northern Hemisphere on December 22 at 1:08 a.m., Eastern Time. Anyone want a wake up call so you don’t miss it?
The Winter Soltice kicks in in the Northern Hemisphere on December 22 at 1:08 a.m., Eastern Time. Anyone want a wake up call so you don’t miss it?
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I don’t mind. Do you mind a string of sentence enhancers to punctuate my thank you? ;P
Comment by RT — December 21, 2007 @ 7:43 pm
You mean people are sleeping? Why? It’s the weekend!!! (well, I’d be up even if it was a weekday) . LOL.
Comment by Teresa — December 22, 2007 @ 12:50 am
By my clock, it’s about eight minutes away.
Where’s Dick Clark?
Jimbo
Comment by Jim — December 22, 2007 @ 12:57 am
OMG! Dat’s right now [running outside]!
Comment by Erica — December 22, 2007 @ 1:08 am
WAKE UP, DAMMIT!!
Run outside and bang some pots with a spoon or some shit.
Sheesh.
Jimbo
Comment by Jim — December 22, 2007 @ 1:09 am
I have no idea what I was supposed to be looking for, but the sky was about as clear as a puddle of Georgia mud, and I think a stinky faht smell was also blowing in from due west. Oh, that would be your direction.
Comment by Erica — December 22, 2007 @ 1:14 am
Leave it to the Wiseass Jooette to take the “Sol” out of Soltice. I prepared lots of delicious hoovers doovers for the party, and, for that snotty remark, you shall have none. Teresa and I shall eat All the peanut butter on Triscuts and boss little hot dogs.
Comment by Jim — December 22, 2007 @ 1:23 am
I’m saving some Triscuts for Gregor.
Comment by Jim — December 22, 2007 @ 1:32 am
I mean “Triscuits.” It must be the vodko.
Comment by Jim — December 22, 2007 @ 1:36 am
Hairboy, I put the “Soul” in Solstice [I took Latin in high school, so an etymological breakdown of the woid was not necessary, thank you], so watchyamout.
And, I ate a whole jar of Skippy over the course of the past three days, with CHOCOLATE, so I’m doing quite fine without PB & T [yick!] for a few days.
::sticks tongue out::
Which raises an excellent point: What kind of self-respecting Skippy junkie puts PB on Triscutos? And it’s horse’s doovers, not hoover’s doovers!
Good God, Mimbs, what are you on this evening?
Comment by Erica — December 22, 2007 @ 1:46 am
You took LATIN??
Sounds like a bit of ipse dixit to me.
Jimbo
Comment by Jim — December 22, 2007 @ 1:56 am
I thought they were called “horse ovaries?”……
And we all know you don’t put Skippy on your triscut, it is the smooth chemical taste of Velveeta!
Comment by Maeve — December 22, 2007 @ 3:18 am
You’re calling me a liar? My Murrow HS Latin teacher’s name was Mr. John Anese. You want I should go and dig up my transcript?
Dooshus Baggis.
Comment by Erica — December 22, 2007 @ 9:01 am
I never took Latin, as I didn’t think I would ever be planning a trip to Latia.
Yiddish and Latin? Schizophrenawitz!
Jimbo
Comment by Jim — December 22, 2007 @ 9:38 am
Oh, ha. I never heard you tell that Latia joke 50 million billion gazillion times before.
[Ralphkramden] You’re a REAL riot, Hairboy! [/Ralphkramden]
Comment by Erica — December 22, 2007 @ 10:58 am
All the other times, I referred to “Latty.” “Latia” occurred to me this morning. I like to think of it as Variations on a Theme.
Comment by Jim — December 22, 2007 @ 11:33 am