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Slit-Your-Wrists-Mas Call me a Grinch but I’m starting to think that Christmas is overrated.  It’s become about the material things you get out of it (ahem, see my last blog) and not what you put into it.  It’s no longer acceptable to just hear a bell chime and tell yourself an angel got it’s wings or throw a couple coins into The Salvation Army bucket and feel like you’re doing a good deed (ugh, their ringing sleigh bells are so annoying, by the way) - nowadays you better have something impressive from the Apple store or at least some snazzy new sneakers when you show back up at work on January 3rd.  The Christmas card photo-shoots, the obligatory family time, the debt-inducing gift shopping… it can all be kind of exhausting.  Frankly my favorite part of the holidays this year is the fact that every jolly carol reminds me of Lee Christmas, Jason Statham’s hunky character in The Expendables.  Oh, and I also appreciate how my karaoke song, Mariah Carey’s “All I Want for Christmas,” is finally relevant once December rolls around.  I can’t tell you how many weird looks I’ve gotten while busting that ballad out in July… Since no one likes a malcontent, I figured I should try to find a positive side to my negative-Nancy attitude - and thus “Slit-Your-Wrists-Mas” was born! Slit-Your-Wrists-Mas is all about those other Christmas movies; you know, the ones that remind you why you should be thankful just to be alive and brush it off if Santa delivers nothing more than a hunk of coal.  Look at the bright side – you now have fuel for that steam locomotion you’ve been saving up for. Some of my favorite downer-flickers: Rabbit Hole, Rosemary’s Baby, Brothers, The Cove, Precious, Apocalypse Now, The Indian Runner, Hamburger Hill and Happy Tears (AKA what I claim I’m crying when I realize my wish of becoming a Jolie-Pitt did not come true, yet again).  Being festive is so average - maybe I’m finally entering my alternative phase.  You can probably expect me dye my hair jet black and start wearing dog collars any day now too.  Bah humbug. L.T.

Slit-Your-Wrists-Mas

Call me a Grinch but I’m starting to think that Christmas is overrated.  It’s become about the material things you get out of it (ahem, see my last blog) and not what you put into it.  It’s no longer acceptable to just hear a bell chime and tell yourself an angel got it’s wings or throw a couple coins into The Salvation Army bucket and feel like you’re doing a good deed (ugh, their ringing sleigh bells are so annoying, by the way) - nowadays you better have something impressive from the Apple store or at least some snazzy new sneakers when you show back up at work on January 3rd.  The Christmas card photo-shoots, the obligatory family time, the debt-inducing gift shopping… it can all be kind of exhausting.  Frankly my favorite part of the holidays this year is the fact that every jolly carol reminds me of Lee Christmas, Jason Statham’s hunky character in The Expendables.  Oh, and I also appreciate how my karaoke song, Mariah Carey’s “All I Want for Christmas,” is finally relevant once December rolls around.  I can’t tell you how many weird looks I’ve gotten while busting that ballad out in July…

Since no one likes a malcontent, I figured I should try to find a positive side to my negative-Nancy attitude - and thus “Slit-Your-Wrists-Mas” was born! Slit-Your-Wrists-Mas is all about those other Christmas movies; you know, the ones that remind you why you should be thankful just to be alive and brush it off if Santa delivers nothing more than a hunk of coal.  Look at the bright side – you now have fuel for that steam locomotion you’ve been saving up for.

Some of my favorite downer-flickers: Rabbit Hole, Rosemary’s Baby, Brothers, The Cove, Precious, Apocalypse Now, The Indian Runner, Hamburger Hill and Happy Tears (AKA what I claim I’m crying when I realize my wish of becoming a Jolie-Pitt did not come true, yet again). 

Being festive is so average - maybe I’m finally entering my alternative phase.  You can probably expect me dye my hair jet black and start wearing dog collars any day now too.  Bah humbug.

L.T.