[rto] Tannenbaum -- In a can?
Dec. 18th, 2003 04:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cthulhiaSo, one rto entry is a wassail recipe, which I'll be serving during The Ref tomorrow.
Well, minus the beer.
And the lady apples. Asking after those gets a blank look even at Pembertons. Giving up, sir.
Another rto entry is about believing in Santa Claus, as a euphemism for [the supreme being]. Deity and santa play different roles for me. I have no desire to confuse them. So, not much to say about that.
Then she credits Prince Albert with introducing decorated trees to Victorian England. (And goes on about how to decorate a tree I won't have this year.) I am too much of my own era. Say Prince Albert and I think Patron Saint of Genital Body Piercing!
(Well, other than Fakir, who turned up at Snailcamp last summer. Julian sure draws in the celebrities. Which can be a real downer when I already feel like an underachiever among my campmates, but sorta neat because I'd never meet such folks any other way. I sometimes feel like they let me camp there out of pity. Certainly some of my campmates don't think I'm cool enough.)
Talking with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dougo about our hypersexed era; how Samwise's strong, but non-sexual, love of Frodo had to be downplayed lest the entire audience get caught up in snickering. Even if we quickly catch ourselves with "Tolkien didn't mean it that way" we already have to fish our brains from the gutter. Really, it wasn't just me.
Ironically, we had this talk right before watching The Barbarian Invasions, which was definitely about sex. (And suspiciously followed an online debate about socialized health care.) A sequel of sorts, although I didn't figure that out until today. It felt painfully French (wine, women and philosophy, and o so self-important) although it's actually Canadian. Nonetheless, I'd rather not have to rely on subtitles for something quite so exclusively chatty.
Well, minus the beer.
And the lady apples. Asking after those gets a blank look even at Pembertons. Giving up, sir.
Another rto entry is about believing in Santa Claus, as a euphemism for [the supreme being]. Deity and santa play different roles for me. I have no desire to confuse them. So, not much to say about that.
Then she credits Prince Albert with introducing decorated trees to Victorian England. (And goes on about how to decorate a tree I won't have this year.) I am too much of my own era. Say Prince Albert and I think Patron Saint of Genital Body Piercing!
(Well, other than Fakir, who turned up at Snailcamp last summer. Julian sure draws in the celebrities. Which can be a real downer when I already feel like an underachiever among my campmates, but sorta neat because I'd never meet such folks any other way. I sometimes feel like they let me camp there out of pity. Certainly some of my campmates don't think I'm cool enough.)
Talking with
dougo about our hypersexed era; how Samwise's strong, but non-sexual, love of Frodo had to be downplayed lest the entire audience get caught up in snickering. Even if we quickly catch ourselves with "Tolkien didn't mean it that way" we already have to fish our brains from the gutter. Really, it wasn't just me. Ironically, we had this talk right before watching The Barbarian Invasions, which was definitely about sex. (And suspiciously followed an online debate about socialized health care.) A sequel of sorts, although I didn't figure that out until today. It felt painfully French (wine, women and philosophy, and o so self-important) although it's actually Canadian. Nonetheless, I'd rather not have to rely on subtitles for something quite so exclusively chatty.
