Feed the world, let them know it’s Christmastime

On Christmas morn, I struggled out of bed toward my phone, which had been buzzing nonstop for about an hour with ‘MERRY CHRISTMAS OMG’ text messages and at some point, my conscious mind recognized that screeching “BAH HUMBUG, MOTHERFUCKERS” in its general direction wasn’t going to actually make it stop.

…I am not a morning person.

But struggle out of bed I did, and after I fed Napoleon and swigged about a gallon of coffee, I was ready to face the day. First things first–I responded to the wave of texts, and then I was completely and totally free to play with the toys SantaShadowstitch had brought me.

Not just any toys. A battle unicorn, for one. A super uber metal battle unicorn, and when it transforms, the spine is used as a flail for ultimate badassery.

I haven’t yet figured out the teleport mode but once I do, the battle unicorn and I will be zapping all over the damn place.

He also brought me a highly-poseable Castlevania Dracula figure. This figure is currently scaling my giant Elvira, and I can appreciate that sort of mojo.

My mom got me some books and a set of super-sharp knives, because when people see something and think of me, somehow it’s almost always knives of some sort. I’m starting to get a complex.

One of the books was Flim-Flam! Psychics, ESP, Unicorns, and Other Delusions by James Randi. I have begun reading this book, and Randi is pissed that men of science are backing up con artists who claim psychic abilities. The word ‘charlatan’ is used in the first chapter no less than twenty times. I love it. I think that if James Randi ever met Mr. “I consider those who are interested in the occult to be the scientists of the future” Konstantinos, he would slap him across the face. Repeatedly.

I then settled in with Napoleon on the couch and read him ‘The Pirates! In an Adventure with Napoleon’. His favorite part wasn’t even about Napoleon, it was about the Pirate King:

The Pirate King paused for a moment to pull a great white shark from behind his throne and punch it in half with a fist. A fair amount of shark guts went over the tables at the front, but none of the audience minded at all.

Napoleon, you see, is strongly anti-shark ever since he saw that segment on Shark Week with footage of a shark attacking a dog very similar to himself. It reminded him of his own dog mortality, and he does not like that one bit. He is almost as anti-shark as he is anti-midget.

After storytime, we took a nap. Then, I looked at the kitchen, which had turned into a nightmare zone with all of the baking I’d been doing, and just looking at it made me feel like I needed yet another nap.

Eventually, Anne came to pick me up for Christmas dinner at her place with her sister. My official capacity was to keep them from rumbling under the Christmas tree, but I am a terrible person to pick for that function as I almost always encourage fights.

After dinner, things got a bit silly. I had only had one glass of wine, I think Anne’s sister had two, and Anne herself didn’t have any, so I can’t really explain WHY we all got slapstick-y at once. Maybe Trader Joe’s is injecting interesting chemicals into their food.

All I know is that after we listened to Ultraman Ukelele (which you should also pause and watch, right this very moment):

we began to play a game called ‘Bananagrams’ which is a bit like Scrabble in that you are building interconnected words from tiles drawn from a central pile, but instead of taking turns on a board, everyone works independently, and the first person to use all their tiles when the pool is down to less than the total amount of players wins.

You see, I got caught up while playing. In an effort to finish the word ‘quaalude’, I drew far too many tiles using the method where one dumps a letter back in the pool and draws three in exchange and ended up with a hot mess of letters, far too many to attempt to win the game. My brain locked up. I lumped everything together and smiled winningly.


You should know that ‘juggaaalo’ is a totally acceptable spelling of the word if you say it like you’re screaming in horror at the mere idea of seeing a live one, which is how everyone should say it, anyway.

But ‘Hottenfoyzingoux’–there was no way I was getting away with that one.

One by one, it struck us funny. We began to make up definitions, etymology, and laugh more and more hysterically. We decided that Hottenfoyzingoux was semi-Swedish, and would be the name of something sold at IKEA.


Then it happened: We made Anne laugh so hard she vomited. I’ve never seen anything like it in my life before. One minute, she was laughing hysterically, the next minute, she was running for the bathroom and her placemat and carpet were stained–victims in a game of war they weren’t even playing.

Uh, Merry Christmas?

…If I’m giving people the gift of vomit, no wonder they think of me when they see knives.

31 Comments Feed the world, let them know it’s Christmastime

  1. pretzelcoatl December 30, 2009 at 6:40 pm

    I am pleased that I guessed the Swedish origins before looking at that diagram. And also pleased by that Dracula. Does it teleport behind you and summon three fireballs?

    1. admin December 30, 2009 at 6:51 pm

      No, thank Cthulhu. Fireballs in an apartment with as many books as mine has is a recipe for disaster.

      1. pretzelcoatl December 30, 2009 at 6:52 pm

        Well, there goes my Fireballs Make Everything Better theory.

        1. admin December 30, 2009 at 7:04 pm

          Weeeeelllll if you saw my book collection, you’d probably agree that it should burn.

  2. maps_or_guitars December 30, 2009 at 6:56 pm

    I love the diagram of the Hottenfoyzingoux.

    1. admin December 30, 2009 at 7:04 pm

      Note the little dude vomiting on the bottom left. 😀

      1. maps_or_guitars December 30, 2009 at 7:16 pm

        I can’t quite see what the guy above him is up to, but I think that if it isn’t a “do not fuck the box” symbol, it should have been.

        1. admin December 30, 2009 at 7:26 pm

          He’s lifting the box onto a corner and damaging it in the process…while fucking it.

          1. scearley December 30, 2009 at 9:26 pm

            He’s not fucking it, that’s just Step 1.

          2. admin December 30, 2009 at 9:55 pm

            I thought Step One was ‘Put a hole in the box’?

  3. amazoni December 30, 2009 at 8:09 pm

    Oh how I wish I’d have been there! LMAO

    1. admin December 30, 2009 at 8:36 pm

      Maybe we can get her to recreate it the next time we’re all together.

      I did ask her if I could post this, BTW. She didn’t mind as we ALL have vomit stories. For example, in the 3rd grade, Heather McCrary vomited all over my sweater with the polar bears knitted on it, and my mom was FURIOUS. In the 5th grade, I vomited in the hallway–I’d asked the teacher for a bathroom pass, hung out in there forever because I KNEW I didn’t feel well, but eventually had to go back to the classroom because she sent someone after me and then made a snotty remark about how long I was gone, and as soon as the bell rang, I RAN out of the classroom but didn’t make it. Pears and cheetos EVERYWHERE.

      1. poetrix618 January 5, 2010 at 1:14 am

        I don’t mind. Humiliation no longer surprises me.

        I keep saying to myself, “now that THAT happened, I can’t possibly be more embarrassed by anything ELSE.”

        And I keep proving myself wrong.

        Bridget Jones aint got nothing on me.

  4. irrationalrobot December 30, 2009 at 10:12 pm


    I’ve always wanted to read that one! Season one of Penn & Teller’s Bullshit had a special feature where they interview Randi about his history- he’s a very funny, and sincerely passionate guy. GREAT special feature.

    1. admin December 30, 2009 at 10:22 pm

      Re: Flim-Flam!

      Ooh, I’ll have to pop that in when I get home today.

      You can borrow Flim-Flam when I’m done reading it. 🙂

  5. g33kgrrl December 30, 2009 at 11:11 pm

    my sister-in-law’s family plays banangrams on Christmas too! I love it. Also my sister-in-law did use Qualuude once.

    I started one round with “genesis”, of which I was inordinately proud.

    1. admin December 30, 2009 at 11:37 pm

      My very first round was started with the C word.

      …I shouldn’t be proud but of course I am.

      1. g33kgrrl December 30, 2009 at 11:38 pm

        You should be proud! We play with sis-in-law’s Grandma, so…

        (Of course, at one point someone also asked for the definition of “bugger”. I was all, I’ll be over here now.)

        1. admin December 30, 2009 at 11:39 pm


          I probably should have refrained, Anne’s sister is apparently super-religious and has tried to minister to hookers using collage.

          I shit you not.

  6. assassinpandora December 31, 2009 at 3:31 am

    OMG. I LOVE Ultraman Ukelele.

    1. poetrix618 January 5, 2010 at 1:06 am

      I grew up on that shit as a kiddo in Tokyo… then saw reruns in the DC area back in the states.

      Ukelele Ultraman is totally awesome if you know the series.

  7. dslartoo December 31, 2009 at 4:51 pm

    “Hottenfoyzingoux” is clearly the term for a woman who is so incredibly smoking hot that she makes all men weep at the thought of meeting her. I believe it to be Finnish in origin.


    1. admin January 1, 2010 at 10:38 am

      Ooh, that’s a good definition! 😀

  8. earthdotprime January 1, 2010 at 1:24 am

    for the record, it almost happened again, while i was reading this. snarfle.

    1. admin January 1, 2010 at 10:41 am

      I sincerely apologize for any ejection of stomach contents. 🙂

    2. poetrix618 January 5, 2010 at 1:06 am


      1. poetrix618 January 5, 2010 at 1:07 am

        Um… about the almost vomiting part. Apparently, my stomach still hasn’t quite returned to normal.

  9. beachin January 1, 2010 at 6:02 pm

    I thought mere peeing of the pants was the limit to one’s contents being voided while doubled in laughter. You, apparently, do not believe in limits. I stand corrected.

    1. admin January 1, 2010 at 6:33 pm

      I like to think of myself as a bold adventurer, going where no woman has gone before.

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