Happy December Holiday, Here’s the Drifters

Thanksgiving is over, and it’s Christmas time, so here’s your Argh tradition:

(Full disclosure: it’s Dec. 26, 2015, as I type this, but I forgot to post this in time this year. It’s not going to happen in 2016, you betcha.)

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30 thoughts on “Happy December Holiday, Here’s the Drifters

      1. Can I say it gave me a little happy to know that you intend for Argh to be around until Christmas 2017? Something to look forward to. πŸ™‚

        1. I did have the thought that if I got hit by a truck, this post would appear automatically, a ghostly reminder of Argh Past, but I repressed it immediately.
          Argh has been around since August of 2005. It’s not going to die until I do.

          1. NO DYING. If I don’t get to, neither do you. Also, this made me feel ridiculously better as I deal with shingles on top of the bad knee. 2016 can bite me. And in upstate NY, dreaming of a white Christmas is kind of redundant πŸ™‚

          2. Yeah, NO DYING. But, stuff keeps popping up on David Bowie-related sites, and while it makes some people cry, I think those are the sort of people who like crying. I’m not the sort of person who likes crying, but listening to No Plan had me bawling into my YouTube app . . . . Yet, it was a good kind of crying. Only David Bowie could make me cry like that and not resent it. I should be terribly angry for a dead guy pulling my strings like the creative puppet-master he was, but I just can’t do it. I appreciate him giving me insight to his end-of-days.

            And a ghostly Argh Ink post along these lines? Would remind me of happy days. (-: Don’t think about dying. Not productive.

  1. OMG, I sang this to my husband last night. He has always said, “Dear God! Not until after Thanksgiving!” So I tease him every year when the turkey gets put into the fridge by singing a Christmas song to him.

    1. I always think of this post as our little Argh Holiday Party. We’re heading into Commercial Chaos, and this is just the Drifters and us celebrating being Argh, possibly with the beverage of our choice.
      I think I’ll choose hot chocolate.

  2. I tried to order for my husband his Big Holiday Gift. “Sold out.” Argh! I am well and truly bummed. But then, you know White Christmas, and the world’s aright again. Thank you.

    1. I’m sure someone at Netflix thought it would nice to schedule it during the holiday weekend when so many people have the chance to watch it immediately, but I have to work, and I haven’t been able to watch even one episode yet. I resent that a little. But I’m watching the first one when I get home even if it keeps me up until 5 am.

        1. The demands of sleep and work did force me to stop at one. But I watched the second one when I woke up. Now I’m back at work and must wait 10 more hours…

  3. Deb – hope you heal quickly!

    I turned my Christmas lights on last night. I put them up on the last warm day here.

    As for shopping, it looks like a new pair of glasses will use up the budget as I’m likely going with progressive lenses. Argh.

  4. Wonderful! Always makes me smile. Nothing quite like smiling and feeling good on the TG long weekend. Just got home from Las Vegas, that place is crazy. Bu then again, didn’t have to cook.

  5. I look forward to this post every year. Love, love, love it. Decorating my Christmas tree tomorrow and I’m going to give it another watch while I get the ornaments out of their boxes! πŸ™‚

  6. I resisted until 1 December (we have no thanksgiving here to signal the start of the festivities), but this was wonderful. Thanks πŸ™‚

  7. Jenny, I love that you think I live in a gorgeous place (not sure if you’re talking about snowy upstate NY or my decrepit old farmhouse) and that I have a great career (hahahahahahaha). But I’ll definitely give you the fabulous cats πŸ˜‰ Hey–one out of three ain’t bad.

      1. OMG–I go to the Oneonta area every year for Thanksgiving. It really is gorgeous up there, but I’ve always thought that no one except other Oneontanites could ever find it. Or had heard of it.

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