have a joyous Hanukkah, full of light

Will Ferrell as Buddy the Elf, Jack Skellington in The Nightmare Before Christmas, James Stewart in It's A Wonderful Life... There are so many great Christmas movie characters. Show us your favorite.

oh my people, there is no competition.  the one, the only... Mr. Parker aka "the old man"

Christmas story dad

let me share some of the reasons why (via imdb)

Mr. Parker: He looks like a deranged Easter Bunny.
Mother: He does not!
Mr. Parker: He does too, he looks like a pink nightmare!

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Mr. Parker: It's a Major Award!
Swede: Shucks I wouldn't know that. It looks like a lamp.
Mr. Parker: What is a lamp, you nincompoop? Tt's a Major Award. I won it!
Swede: Damn, hell, you say won it?
Mr. Parker: Yeah, mind power, Swede; mind power.

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Mr. Parker: You mundane noodle!

The Old Man: Sons of bitches! Bumpuses!

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Mr. Parker: [unveiling his major award] Would you look at that? Would you look at THAT?
Mother: What is it?
Mr. Parker: It's a leg!
Mother: But what is it?
Mr. Parker: Well, it's... A leg, you know, like a statue.
Mother: Statue?
Mr. Parker: Yeah, statue.
Ralphie: Yeah, statue.
Mother: Ralphie!
Ralphie as Adult: [narrating] My mother was trying to insinuate herself between us and the statue.

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Mr. Parker: Holy smokes. Do... Do you know what this is? This is... A lamp!
Ralphie as Adult: [narrating] It was indeed a lamp.
Mr. Parker: Isn't that great? What a great lamp.
Mother: I don't know...
Ralphie as Adult: [narrating] The old man's eyes boggled...
Mr. Parker: Oh WOW!
Ralphie as Adult: [narrating] ... Overcome by art.
 

late!

late for the train and the excursion to Mt. Fuji

 

 

from the fabulous IG comes this fVox Hunt:

Does anyone else have any favorite food-related passages from books they want to post? Vox Hunt, anyone?

from James Joyce's Ulysses

"

Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls.

He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices

fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods' roes. Most of all he liked grilled

mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.

Kidneys were in his mind as he moved about the kitchen softly, righting

her breakfast things on the humpy tray. Gelid light and air were in the

kitchen but out of doors gentle summer morning everywhere. Made him feel

a bit peckish.

The coals were reddening.

Another slice of bread and butter: three, four: right. She didn't like her

plate full. Right. He turned from the tray, lifted the kettle off the hob and set it

sideways on the fire. It sat there, dull and squat, its spout stuck out. Cup of

tea soon. Good. Mouth dry. The cat walked stiffly round a leg of the table

with tail on high.

--Mkgnao!

--O, there you are, Mr Bloom said, turning from the fire.

The cat mewed in answer and stalked again stiffly round a leg of the

table, mewing. Just how she stalks over my writingtable. Prr. Scratch my

head. Prr.

Mr Bloom watched curiously, kindly the lithe black form. Clean to see:

the gloss of her sleek hide, the white button under the butt of her tail, the

green flashing eyes. He bent down to her, his hands on his knees.

--Milk for the pussens, he said.

--Mrkgnao! the cat cried.

They call them stupid. They understand what we say better than we

understand them. She understands all she wants to. Vindictive too. Cruel. Her

nature. Curious mice never squeal. Seem to like it. Wonder what I look like to

her. Height of a tower? No, she can jump me.

--Afraid of the chickens she is, he said mockingly. Afraid of the

chookchooks. I never saw such a stupid pussens as the pussens.

Cruel. Her nature. Curious mice never squeal. Seem to like it.

--Mrkrgnao! the cat said loudly.

She blinked up out of her avid shameclosing eyes, mewing plaintively

and long, showing him her milkwhite teeth. He watched the dark eyeslits

narrowing with greed till her eyes were green stones. Then he went to the

dresser, took the jug Hanlon's milkman had just filled for him, poured

warmbubbled milk on a saucer and set it slowly on the floor.

--Gurrhr! she cried, running to lap.

He watched the bristles shining wirily in the weak light as she tipped

three times and licked lightly. Wonder is it true if you clip them they can't

mouse after. Why? They shine in the dark, perhaps, the tips. Or kind of feelers

in the dark, perhaps.

He listened to her licking lap. Ham and eggs, no. No good eggs with this

drouth. Want pure fresh water. Thursday: not a good day either for a mutton

kidney at Buckley's. Fried with butter, a shake of pepper. Better a pork kidney

at Dlugacz's. While the kettle is boiling. She lapped slower, then licking the

saucer clean. Why are their tongues so rough? To lap better, all porous holes.

Nothing she can eat? He glanced round him. No.

"

 

 

 

not from me, from National Public Radio 

from here click on the audio link "Hear 'Choirs and Carols: An NPR Christmas'". gorgeous songs, some well known, some not.

 

 

Choirs And Carols: An NPR Christmas

little santas, that is

 

 

wishing you a joyous solkwaachriskkah

swiped from teh internets to spread e-lectronic e-joy.

to all, but especially the critter lovers

 

...but now I'm vindicated.  I'm rich, I tells you.  rich!

 

 

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