Well, it’s pretty cold, I can tell you that.  And the snow?  Every-frickin’-where. Like Michael Moore sunning himself, I imagine:  an undulating expanse of white spread as far as the eye can see.  Only, you know—without any nacho cheese dribbles punctuating the nipples or caught in the drift troughs. Developing…

As Advent draws to a close, and Christmas nears, perhaps it would be fitting to perform a spiritual inventory, and consider whom you may have wronged in thought or in deed this year. On the other hand, this is also your opportunity to demand an apology from any wanker who may really have pissed you off this year. In other words, I’m inviting you to make a big mess, but

Try the Holy Infant!  So tender and mild! (Yes, I denounce it.  And renounce it.  Also repudiate.  But, unfortunately, I think it’s teh funny, and that’s justification enough.)

Good news for Andrew Sullivan: Bears have stopped hibernating in the mountains of northern Spain Viva la revoluccion!