May you be given Leonard Nimmoy’s DNA and a healthy ovum.
In the early days of living together, I asked Ang to put the messages in the press. While simultaneously trying to figure out when I’d installed a device for receiving emails into an iron and dialling NHS Direct to get an ambulance sent out she didn’t realise that her first forays into Hiberno-English were occurring. Nowadays things are regularly grand in our house – to be sure things are rarely things any more, but yokes – and the expletive of choice is feck.
At least I didn’t mention the Immersion.
The 2003 short describes the hunting and training of Father Christmases.
Its 2005 sequel points out what can happen when a Father Christmas goes rogue.
I hope Rare Exports: A Christmas Tale gets caught up in the current Scandinavian love-fest since I haven’t seen such an imaginative horror idea in years.
Thought for the day; why do all Finnish kids look so weird?
[via Sarcastic Gamer]