A week between posts? A WEEK?!?
Look, I can explain. I was on-track to keep writing, but … well, this:
This is Hamm. We got him from Pet Helpers in Morgantown. We’d been looking for a dog for a while now – it’s been a few months since losing Bear – but I was pretty certain I didn’t need to do the puppy thing again. Anyway, things happen, puppies are pretty persuasive, and here’s Hamm. Between taking pee trips every hour and cleaning up missed pee trips, not a lot of time for blogging.
(By the way, if you’re wondering, that’s the name he came with. When foster parents get litters, they often name them after groups to help the creative process, and this particular batch wound up with monikers from Toy Story. Thus Hamm. And yes, he does have a brother named Mr. Potato Head.)
(My wife prefers to refer to him as Ham Lushbough, the only man to ever turn down Blanche Devereaux. This may or may not have had something to do with her choosing him.)
Anyway, enough excuses. On to today’s music!
Today I’m going with a good one for these final days before the 25th: “It’s cliched to be cynical at Christmas” (2000 – barely making it!) by Half Man Half Biscuit.
- Does it mention Christmas by name? It does. It is very much about Christmas.
- Are there bells in it? I hear no bells.
- Is it jolly? It could not be accused of being anything like jolly, but its heart is clearly in the right place.
Y’know, I like this one pretty well. It’s monotone, even kinda droning, but there’s a scratchy sincerity to it. And that chorus hits the right note. Although not as egregious as Thanksgiving griping, the “Ugh, Christmas” refrain gets fired up around this time every year, and Half Man Half Biscuit sets things straight. A song doesn’t need to be fun to be right.