Now that the Solstice is here (well, the astrological solstice), don't forget to the light the fires and dance in it's radiance. Remember than bonfires are a corruption of "bone fires." The sun stands still. The Earth is dead. Give power to the sun and begin the rebirth. Eat some pomegranate seeds… just for kicks, but only three. Deck the halls with boughs of holly and greens. Bring the mistletoe inside and nail it to the rafters so love may be present in the house. Invite the wassailing crowd in and give them food and drink, if you're adventurous (never know what those singing carousers will do once invited inside). And if you're feeling particularly pagan, light a white candle, walk through your house with it, then open the front door. The moon is waxing gibbous. It's a day of power.
Irene Gallo with images of winter. Have I mentioned how much I love these posts?
Upset the world didn't end? Buck up little campers, there's enough apocalypses to go around for everyone. That's an article on the Zoroastrian end of days, with a not-complete list of previous predictions of doom and sackcloth like suns. There's always something new to look forward to. Say, did you know in a few more years Unix calendars run out of bits to count the days? True story. (Grokked from Matt Staggs)
Just in case you need it, the right and wrong answers to 8 classic interview questions. And here I thought it was going to be a comedic piece, but alas, no. "What is your dream job?" Me: "To make a bazillion bucks reading the internet and writing my novels, but I'll take what you're offering instead." (Grokked from WannbeWriter06)
Hey look, out of respect for the dead the NRA, and Wayne LaPierre, waited an entire week before becoming dicks again. Dear Wayne Pierre, reality is calling. It's sorry you haven't seen each other in years and wants to make up. Say, tell me again how the 2nd amendment allows citizens to use armor piecing bullets and some other rounds that are even worse (although, IIRC, flechettes are still illegal). Not to mention the silliness of having a 50 cal. rifle and 30 round magazines for "target shooting." And please, stop with the fear mongering, you're being transparent. You sicken me, sir.
Do to craziness at work and personal life, I haven't had that much time to keep up with the reading. And I should tell you that until after Xmas, posting is going to be light here. Sorry. Sometimes life gets in the way of the internets. But I wish you all a very merry Solstice and/or Xmas, time off work, or whatever you wish to celebrate this week. May our New Year be brighter and more prosperous and may the next Winter Solstice see us all.
Aligator Quotient: Don't they know it's Christmas, after all?