Doing edits now, a first pass to shore up the issues I had, so I can print out a full copy later.
I do love this part, discovering the book isn’t as bad as you thought it was when you were writing it.
Of course, that doesn’t mean anyone else will think so…
And we had quite the weekend, as I’m sure you can imagine, what with the birthday and the pox. This is just about the first chance I’ve had today to use both hands on the computer, but I believe the worst is ending. My poor baby’s little face and body is covered in spots (although not her legs, oddly), but there seems to be a lot less itching today and her mood is much improved.
We also put up the tree and all our decorations on Saturday, always nice, while watching the Patrick Stewart “A Christmas Carol”.
And we have a box set of those old Christmas specials they used to show when we were kids, the old Rankin-Bass ones. Frosty the Snowman and Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. (The set also includes an excrebale Frosty sequel, which sucks just a little worse than the original Frosty cartoon sucks.)
I never liked Frosty, to be honest. I remember hitting maybe six or seven before I realized that Frosty was a moron, for one thing. And there are huge plot holes. And the magic hat? Was in fact stolen. The magician didn’t throw it away, his rabbit stole it, and the hat blew off its head and floated to the kids. So Frosty, far from being a charming tale for children, is in fact about a snowman of questionable intelligence and a gang of young thieves, plotting to steal someone else’s rightful belongings.
And they are aided by Santa. Santa, who when he appears, never even asks the kids how they came by the hat, never even listens to Professor Hinkle when he tries to explain that the hat belongs to him. Instead he tells Hinkle that if he doesn’t give up the hat, he’ll never get another gift from Santa for the rest of his life. Apparently Santa doesn’t even think Hinkle deserves some sort of compensation for the loss of something he needs to earn a living–his magaician’s hat.
So, left with a bad tase in our mouths and viewing Santa as some sort of fat, red-suited Fagin, we watched the terrible Frosty Returns–which is too stupid and bland and irritating to even describe–and put in Rudolph.
And once again, came face to face with Santa the dick. Santa the cruel. Santa who sides with the reindeer who shun Rudolph, Santa who doesn’t even consider allowing Rudolph to work for him once he sees his red nose. Imagine for a minute just how charitable and good Santa’s heart might truthfully be, when he dismisses someone who’s a little different without a second thought. He even says it’s too bad Rudolph is mildly deformed, because he was a good flyer! Merit means nothing in Santa’s world; it’s all based on looks. (Don’t even get me started on his blatant enforcement of slavery in refusing to even consider allowing an elf to be anything but a toymaker.)
Don’t even get me started on my favorite Xmas special, ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas. Now, I genuinely love this one–it was on again last year–but here again. Santa? Big asshole. One person in a town says something nasty about The Fat Man, so he decides nobody in Junctionville deserves a present? And they have to spend huge amounts of taxpayer dollars to build a clock to bribe him to return. Santa apparently believes he is a god who needs be appeased with sacrifice.
And yet, when we were kids, we all thought having this greedy, megalomaniacal mercenery invade our homes was a good thing. Sigh.