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Happy Christmas/Holidays/[insert festival as appropriate]
I hope you all have a good time and neither eat nor drink too much.
Some small advice from an old Roue to the young amongst you.
If you're going to photocopy your private parts at the office party, try to get sponsorship of a financial kind: unemployment without some small nest-egg is so trying, my dears.
If you do get smashed and sleep with the boss/secretary/postboy/bellhop/co-worker remember: the first person to think of blackmail normally has the upper hand. You are both drunken sluts, but at least one of you is showing some initiative.
Murdering your entire family is so declasse. Only the vulgar even consider it. Really devious types just guilt-trip them all into premature cancer.
Remember, tramps and other street dwellers are just there for your entertainment: how else will you feel good excepting by knowing (and seeing) that some folk are considerably worse-off than you....right up until the point when, em, over-refreshed from the office party you collapse with alcohol poisoning in the street behind the office: as ye sow, so shall ye reap.
Never mix up your mistress'/boyfriend's/call-girl's Christmas present with your wife's: it might just give your wife ideas, and that would be confusing. Also pray that your wife doesn't mix up her boyfriend/girlfriend's present with your own: that way if it is interesting, you can at least treat it as a promising instruction.
Jesus may have died for your sins, but I don't think this was a necessary condition of his existence at the time of his birth: consider the qualities of the polity that could do such a thing, then strive with all your might to bring about a polity of similar values. Now, at Christmas time, when we celebrate the birth of the godhead incarnate in an infant, let's make sure that we all understand that the best-run cultures are big enough to murder their gods with impunity. Easter follows Christmas, and is the central core of Christian faith: I can see this even though Jesus is not one of my strange mathematical Gods; whom I can see only through a glass darkly, where to others of greater understanding there appear oceans of light, sometimes even incarnate as oceans; in nested meanings, patterning and repatterning the interface of symbol and reality.
Oops, did I say any of that aloud?
I hope you all have a good time and neither eat nor drink too much.
Some small advice from an old Roue to the young amongst you.
If you're going to photocopy your private parts at the office party, try to get sponsorship of a financial kind: unemployment without some small nest-egg is so trying, my dears.
If you do get smashed and sleep with the boss/secretary/postboy/bellhop/co-worker remember: the first person to think of blackmail normally has the upper hand. You are both drunken sluts, but at least one of you is showing some initiative.
Murdering your entire family is so declasse. Only the vulgar even consider it. Really devious types just guilt-trip them all into premature cancer.
Remember, tramps and other street dwellers are just there for your entertainment: how else will you feel good excepting by knowing (and seeing) that some folk are considerably worse-off than you....right up until the point when, em, over-refreshed from the office party you collapse with alcohol poisoning in the street behind the office: as ye sow, so shall ye reap.
Never mix up your mistress'/boyfriend's/call-girl's Christmas present with your wife's: it might just give your wife ideas, and that would be confusing. Also pray that your wife doesn't mix up her boyfriend/girlfriend's present with your own: that way if it is interesting, you can at least treat it as a promising instruction.
Jesus may have died for your sins, but I don't think this was a necessary condition of his existence at the time of his birth: consider the qualities of the polity that could do such a thing, then strive with all your might to bring about a polity of similar values. Now, at Christmas time, when we celebrate the birth of the godhead incarnate in an infant, let's make sure that we all understand that the best-run cultures are big enough to murder their gods with impunity. Easter follows Christmas, and is the central core of Christian faith: I can see this even though Jesus is not one of my strange mathematical Gods; whom I can see only through a glass darkly, where to others of greater understanding there appear oceans of light, sometimes even incarnate as oceans; in nested meanings, patterning and repatterning the interface of symbol and reality.
Oops, did I say any of that aloud?
