This week, in the spirit of Hannukah and Christmas — but not Kwanzaa, which seems like a self-centered made-up holiday — we are talking about giving. And, I guess, taking, if you’re on the receiving end.
“Give till it hurts,” some say, but that doesn’t seem sustainable. So, my advice is: don’t.
I once handed money to a bum in Manhattan, but my college girlfriend, who lived there, told me I was dumb to. That hurt.
You can’t talk about giving without talking about Ebenezer Scrooge, which shows the genius of Charles Dickens. I like all his books. You should read all of them. When you’re done doing that, remember to come back and comment below.
In closing, I’d remind you that the quality of mercy is not strained, although spaghetti sauce often is. If you have any questions, please address them to Walrus, who probably makes a damn good sauce. What with all the interns.
“Giving” ….. “Taking” …. wouldn’t have been so fun for Scrooge cuz they didn’t have interns ’round the ‘ol mercantile in his time. Dickens woulda said, like, chicks in the workplace?
Know what I mean? Say no more!
Walrus sauce can be good, but there’s a lot of fat you have to drain off.
This being an open thread, I will go on the record to say that the only version of “How the Grinch Stole Christmas” worth watching is the one featuring Boris Karloff.
Oh, and I hope none of you were effected by bad luck today.
I’ll add to your Grinch comment that it has to be the unedited version.
Not snipped or speeded up to make more time for commercials.
Best version of “Santa baby”, Eartha Kitt.
No argument. Even five-year-olds can feel the sexuality oozing out of that version.
Tangentially, I’m reminded of this article title:
I like to give.
If those drones start flying over my area I am going to get a posse of hundreds of people to ‘give’ them a big barrage of laser pointer fire. THAT should teach em!
If I don’t give a rip, is that good enough?
Hurt till they give.