I was thinking about throwing a good New Year’s Eve party, and I stumbled across this book called A Dictionary of Superstitions. Naturally, I looked up New Year’s, not wanting to accidentally do something to upset Olmec, or Kirk Fogg for that matter. Anyway, here’s what I found:

That sounds like tons of fun, so I’m definitely going to do something like that at my party. I just have to find some cow hide. And someone who’ll be willing to run around my house getting beaten.

Last time, we asked what you would sell your soul to the devil for. DJ wins for the answer: “I would sell my soul to the devil in exchange for his soul.” Props.

Earlier this week, Mike talked about the confusion in the song “Do You Hear What I Hear?” That got us thinking about our favorite Christmas songs. And the Bing Crosby-David Bowie duet led us to this:

What two artists would make the strangest Christmas duet?

Honestly, Bing Crosby and David Bowie is a pretty good answer. But we think 50 Cent and Liberace would make a Christmas song for the ages.

I was driving around yesterday, and I saw that a lot of people have already taken down their Christmas decorations. I thought that was kinda strange, since you really have until January 6th to take them down, and I’m all about procrastinating. And besides, who really wants to take down Christmas decorations on Christmas day? That’s just horribly depressing.

Anyway, I did see one house that still had Christmas decorations up. Although I’m not sure what “OOGA BOOGA!!” has to do with the holiday spirit.

You know the Christmas carol “Do you hear what I hear?” It’s like a really bad game of telephone. Every time you tell someone something, the message gets confused. I feel bad for the shepherd boy. He tells the king that a child is shivering in the cold and we should give him gold and silver. Then he hears that the king is going to be addressing everyone, and he’s like, “Alright the king is going to relay my message.” He tells his friends and they all go to listen to the king, and he says, “A child sleeping in the night,” and the shepherd boy is like, “Yep, here is where he’s gonna ask for donations.” And then the king says, “He will bring us goodness and light.” The shepherd boy is like “What? I didn’t say that at all! This king is crazy.” Then he is arrested for treason.

Like I say, a REALLY bad game of telephone.

Do snowmen believe in snowangels?

 

 

 

 

 

I like snow. I like waking up in the morning and seeing snow on the ground and the trees. But, I don’t like walking in it. Or driving in it. Or touching it. Or the way it turns black because of cars. Hmm. As it turns out, I guess I only like pictures of snow.

Last week, we asked what you would rename the seasons. Max is the winner with his answer Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme. Get it? Seasons? Spices? Seasoning? No? Onward!

Mike recently mentioned that he would change his name to Your Name Here. It made us think of this question:

If you had to change your name to something ridiculous, what name would you choose?

What? We already asked that question? Oh. Well, then, how’s this? On Wednesday, Johnny said he would sell his soul to the devil for a little more sleep. It made us think of this question:

If you had to change your name to something ridiculous, what name would you choose?

No, no. Not that question. This question:

If you were to sell your soul to the devil, what would you have to get in exchange?

Best answer gets to sell his or her soul to the devil. Okay, you don’t have to. But, think about it, at least.

When I was a kid, I used to love pistacchios. I loved them so much I had a pistacchio stash. But little did I know, I was allergic to pistacchios. So I got a pistacchio stash rash. I had to get rid of them, so I sold them to Steve Nash. So I got a lot of pistacchio stash rash Nash cash. But then I spent it all.

If I were the devil, I would hang out by people’s beds when they woke up and offer them more sleep in exchange for their souls. I know that when my alarm goes off, I would do some pretty stupid things for five more minutes of shuteye.

Of course, If I were the devil, I would also have Arrow sent to hell so he could perform “Hot Hot Hot” for all my devilish dance parties.

Oh, and I’d have pointy ears and a killer goatee. And I’d be red. And have a tail. Man, being the devil would be awesome.

I think I’m going to change my name to Your Name Here. That way, I can use all of those free American Express cards they keep sending me in the mail.