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Thursday, January 21, 2010

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January, you foul month. And people name their daughters that. Why would anyone in the Northern Hemisphere outside of the tropical and sub-tropical regions name their daughter January?

Hi, my name's January. I'm dark and frigid and will fill you with constant guilt for not living up to your resolutions.

That's why I make my resolutions at the Spring equinox and feel bad around women named April.

These are interesting bits, in no particular order (ha! -- of course there's a particular order):

1) Jan 11 2010

2) The Wilderness Year's - Robert and the Mittens

3) Human hibernation: going back to bed

Actually, for all my seasonal complaining, I feel pretty okay. I credit Satan and his residual heat.
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10 Comments:

Blogger sybil law said...

Satan is a saucy minx fo sho.

9:43 AM  
Blogger jorg wobblington lopez said...

The man saying things while sleeping is hilarious.

I once saw an asshat.

1:55 PM  
Blogger Kono said...

JMH, thanks for the honor sir, i was wondering why i suddenly had more than 3 readers and now i know, much thanks... for some reason I don't care if January Jones is dark and frigid i'm still smitten... el diablo, i know him very well.

2:16 PM  
Blogger Peau said...

admittedly, January sucks arse in our neck of the woods. And February. And usually March.

3:19 PM  
Blogger Adelaide said...

That's a good point; why aren't July and August more popular baby names?

3:32 PM  
Blogger JMH said...

Comment bonanza!

Fo sho sybil, except on South Park, where everyone wears hats, but not asshats, jorg, which are ski-masks for those who get off on face-sitting, which I haven't read about in your exploits, Kono, but they're just too good not to share despite my envy of your storytelling and life experiences although I wonder about the long-term physical and psychological effects (hey, fuck 'em), which can only be exacerbated by the cold in Peau and I's neck of the woods (hi Peau, I thought you might have left the Internet for some tropical paradise), but yes, there's at least a month and a half of suffering left, and that's okay: it makes Spring all the sweeter, culminating in Summer, Adelaide, whose months are boys names: Julio, Caesar Augustus, even on to Septemburt.

SeptemBurt?

8:31 PM  
Blogger Kono said...

Yeah JMH i often wonder about the long term physical effects, psychological effects i'm not so worried about, my head was fucked long before i started getting serious about my substance intake, since i've had a couple of kids and all i've cut out all the hard stuff, cut most of it out before that, cut down on the boozing and am trying to kick cigs, the herb i'll probably always smoke, prevents alzheimer's you know, but i still wonder and do the old internet research to see how many years i've taken off my life but i think back to the time i saw Allen Ginsberg speak and he said "My friend Jack Kerouac was an alcoholic and died at 47. My friend Bill Burroughs was a junkie and drug addict most of his life and died at 81, you tell me which is worse for you." The body is pretty resilient, at least i'm hoping.

7:32 AM  
Blogger JMH said...

The body is certainly designed to keep on living, and as long as there's a reasonable quality of life...

I hear those years between seventy-five and a hundred are no picnic.

5:30 PM  
Blogger Lora said...

April is the cruelest, as they say.

I expect mean things out of January. And February. Even March, with the world-famous "one last big storm".

But April just seems to be cold and pissy all month long

5:04 AM  
Blogger JMH said...

April is a real tease -- fills you with hope and then soaks you in cold wet spit.

8:34 PM  

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