Yuletide Youtube: Tuesday Make-it
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valarltdSounds of the Season.
Before we're all rum-pa-pum-pummelled into grinchness, have a couple renditions, including one of the oddest duets ever
I love Pentatonix. They have a great sound and good energy.
And this is just awesome. Bing Crosby, beat boxing. And he had died two months before this aired in December of 77.
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Tuesday Make-it:
We're giving these a whirl here at Chez Mudd this weekend.
Directions:
http://livinglovinglaughingcreatingeveryday.blogspot.com/2012/12/melted-crayon-ornaments.html
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Spreading Cheer:
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Seasonal Stories:
More Gay Christmas Werewolves. This time from "Blue Mistletoe."
Collected in Riding the Nightmare
For the month of December, Riding the Nightmare is 15% off, only at the Square shop
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I stretched up and kissed him. Home. Home with a basement holding a doggie bed and water bowl for the full moon. I didn’t quite cry. I thought about it. I’d been kind of shaky since Grandfather died.
Paul looked worried and stroked my hair. “Pup, you okay?” I nodded, but could feel my face making the rictus of trying to smile when I wanted to cry.
“Do you know,” I didn’t like the thin almost hysterical sound of my voice, “I figured it up? In the last year, I have scored 178 on a life-change scale. By the end of the month–if we do that Christmas wedding you want--I’ll be to almost 300. One hundred leaves you ripe for illness. I suspect 300 leaves me ready for a nervous breakdown.”
Paul looked at me, and I couldn’t hold back any more. I hate being upset. I feel all hot and cold and I can always feel my ears and teeth getting longer and my chest going hairier. It hurts to change off the full moon. I clawed at the doorknob, its operation totally eluding me, and something in me howled to be outside.
“Dan, please.” He guided me to the sleeper sofa and wrapped me in his arms.
I got myself under control in a couple of minutes, but I could feel the hysteria and rage just waiting. It had been hovering around me since the funeral. I buried my face on his shoulder and let him hold me. No tears, but the change wasn’t stopping. I held back the urge to bite him on the shoulder.
BB tipped my face back, his hands gentle in my hair. “Furball. I love you. If you’re not ready to get married right now, that’s okay. If you need some more time, I can wait. As long as I get to do the waiting with you,” he added with a grin.
Before we're all rum-pa-pum-pummelled into grinchness, have a couple renditions, including one of the oddest duets ever
I love Pentatonix. They have a great sound and good energy.
And this is just awesome. Bing Crosby, beat boxing. And he had died two months before this aired in December of 77.
~~~
Tuesday Make-it:
We're giving these a whirl here at Chez Mudd this weekend.
Directions:
http://livinglovinglaughingcreatingeveryday.blogspot.com/2012/12/melted-crayon-ornaments.html
~~~
Spreading Cheer:
~~~
Seasonal Stories:
More Gay Christmas Werewolves. This time from "Blue Mistletoe."
Collected in Riding the Nightmare
For the month of December, Riding the Nightmare is 15% off, only at the Square shop
Square
Amazon
ARE
I stretched up and kissed him. Home. Home with a basement holding a doggie bed and water bowl for the full moon. I didn’t quite cry. I thought about it. I’d been kind of shaky since Grandfather died.
Paul looked worried and stroked my hair. “Pup, you okay?” I nodded, but could feel my face making the rictus of trying to smile when I wanted to cry.
“Do you know,” I didn’t like the thin almost hysterical sound of my voice, “I figured it up? In the last year, I have scored 178 on a life-change scale. By the end of the month–if we do that Christmas wedding you want--I’ll be to almost 300. One hundred leaves you ripe for illness. I suspect 300 leaves me ready for a nervous breakdown.”
Paul looked at me, and I couldn’t hold back any more. I hate being upset. I feel all hot and cold and I can always feel my ears and teeth getting longer and my chest going hairier. It hurts to change off the full moon. I clawed at the doorknob, its operation totally eluding me, and something in me howled to be outside.
“Dan, please.” He guided me to the sleeper sofa and wrapped me in his arms.
I got myself under control in a couple of minutes, but I could feel the hysteria and rage just waiting. It had been hovering around me since the funeral. I buried my face on his shoulder and let him hold me. No tears, but the change wasn’t stopping. I held back the urge to bite him on the shoulder.
BB tipped my face back, his hands gentle in my hair. “Furball. I love you. If you’re not ready to get married right now, that’s okay. If you need some more time, I can wait. As long as I get to do the waiting with you,” he added with a grin.
