From all of us here at Stupid Evil Bastard to all of you who still drop by occasionally to see if I’ve posted anything new, here’s hoping you have a very Happy Thanksgiving. The year is almost over and, boy howdy, what a year it’s been.
Looking back, it can be hard to find a lot to be thankful about. Still, I try to be optimistic on this day and, if I’m honest, there are at least a few things. I’m still employed and we still have a roof over our heads. We’re not going hungry and we’ve managed to stay relatively healthy. Or at least, no worse than we already were before the pandemic started. Not least of all, the election swung in our favor and Donald Trump will be out of the White House shortly after the new year starts. All things considered; we’ve been lucky in this household when a lot of others have not. It is my hope that things turn around for them and soon.
That’s it. That’s all I wanted to say in this one. Be safe and try to enjoy the day.
I realize we’re still a couple of months away from the season, but while browsing through memes recently I came across this one:
I recalled having heard something about this previously, but never got around to looking into it. As it turns out, that’s not the only drinking reference removed from the song. Here are the English lyrics as they appeared in in volume 2 of Welsh Melodies in 1862:
Deck the hall with boughs of holly, Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la! ‘Tis the season to be jolly, Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la! Fill the meadcup, drain the barrel, Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la! Troul the ancient Christmas carol, Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la!
See the flowing bowl before us, Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la! Strike the harp and join the chorus. Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la! Follow me in merry measure, Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la! While I sing of beauty’s treasure, Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la!
Fast away the old year passes, Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la! Hail the new, ye lads and lasses! Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la! Laughing, quaffing all together, Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la! Heedless of the wind and weather, Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la!
The version most folks know today is from the December 1877 issue of the Pennsylvania School Journal.
Deck the hall with boughs of holly, ‘Tis the season to be jolly, Don we now our gay apparel, Troll the ancient Christmas carol,
See the blazing yule before us, Strike the harp and join the chorus. Follow me in merry measure, While I tell of Christmas treasure,
Fast away the old year passes, Hail the new, ye lads and lasses! Sing we joyous all together, Heedless of the wind and weather,
Interestingly, the English translation above isn’t a literal one from the original Welsh. Additionally, the tune has been around a lot longer, predating Nos Galan, a traditional Welsh New Year’s Eve carol published in 1794 from which Deck the Halls borrows its melody. According to Wikipedia, the original lyrics in Welsh and English for Nos Galan are as follows:
O mor gynnes mynwes meinwen, fal lal lal lal lal lal lal lal la. O mor fwyn yw llwyn meillionen, fal lal lal lal lal lal lal lal la. O mor felus yw’r cusanau, [instrumental flourish] Gyda serch a mwynion eiriau fal lal lal lal lal lal lal lal la.
Oh! how soft my fair one’s bosom, fal lal lal lal lal lal lal lal la. Oh! how sweet the grove in blossom, fal lal lal lal lal lal lal lal la. Oh! how blessed are the blisses, [instrumental flourish] Words of love, and mutual kisses, fal lal lal lal lal lal lal lal la.
I don’t have point to this other than I find it interesting how far back this song goes and how it’s changed over the years. I tend to double check memes that make factual claims like the one above and this one dropped me into a rabbit hole that seemed like it would make a good blog post.
We made it. Not sure how, but we made it. It’s the 2020’s and we can look forward to finally getting those jetpacks and flying cars we were promised, right? Nutritious meals in pill form for the hungry person on the move. Fully automated kitchens. I’ve been really looking forward to that last one.
Not the mention all the self-improvement we’re going to accomplish this year. You know the saying, right? “New year, new me?” I mean, just take a look at the New Me:
Oh boy, we’re in trouble still aren’t we? That’s OK. We’ll be in trouble together. I’m not sure how this year can be anymore of a shitshow than last year was, but with Trump still in the White House I’m sure it’s still a good possibility.
But let’s not end on a note of cynicism even if it is on brand for me and this blog. Let’s try to be positive. The mess up above can be vastly improved with a shower and some coffee. The mess that is this country headed into the 20’s can also be improved with some effort. Let’s try and find the motivation for both and see where we end up next year.
This won’t be a super long entry as this is the second year in a row that our budget has been tight enough that the wife and I weren’t able to get gifts for each other or much of anyone else. I’ve struggled with the holiday this year with depression setting in and the stress of my mother in rehab from breaking her hip. That said, I did get a couple of nice gifts from both my mother and mother-in-law that I am sure I will enjoy well into the new year.
Hopefully things are a bit more festive and joyous for you and yours. That is our wish to you this year. May the coming year be even better. For all of us.
I’ve not posted in a bit so I thought I’d toss up a short post wishing you and yours a safe and happy Halloween. We’ve some new residents here at the Jenkins household as my 84-year-old mother and her dog and bird have moved in with us. Needless to say, this has been an appropriately scary time for my two cats who are having trouble adjusting to a rambunctious canine in the house.
This also means that our handouts for this year have changed as in the past we’ve bought our fair share of candy to give out, but my mother has made it a habit to buy a couple cases of potato chips in snack packs (the kind you find in vending machines) to give away so that’s what we’re doing this year. That’s assuming we have any kids show up as it’s raining like crazy outside which is kind of a Halloween tradition in Michigan.
Needless to say, with mom moving in things have been a little hectic as of late so what little Halloween decorating I do has been even less so this year. Still, I did get my blinky pumpkin and scarecrow blow mold in the window with the crocheted ghost my mother gave me years ago and my ghost light is on the lawn. Here’s a quick video of them in action:
So, yeah, life has been busy and big changes are in the process of settling down into normalcy, but we’re making it work. So Happy Halloween to you!
I’ve not blogged anything in awhile in part because my creative juices have dried up and in part because every day there’s so many new outrages to come out of the Trump administration that it’s hard to keep up without being overwhelmed. Children in concentration camps, his unqualified kids sticking their noises in at the G20 summit, and now his big Russian styled military parade for the 4th of July.
This is why the title doesn’t wish you a Happy 4th. There’s nothing to be happy about this year. It’s all starting to feel way too much like the dictatorships Trump loves to buddy up to. More worrying to me, however, is how Trump has shown the willingness of Republicans to tolerate a wanna-be Stalin so long as he’s a Republican giving them want they want. Trump has already done so many things that they would’ve tried to impeach Obama for if he had done them that it really does put to bed any credibility they might have had. There was one Republican who stood up and called for impeachment, but he’s announced that he’s leaving the party so they don’t even have him to point to anymore.
So, have a safe July 4th. That’s the best I can do this year.
In addition to being the day Christians think Jesus took a 3 day nap and then vamoosed back to Heaven, today is also our 18th wedding anniversary which, to me, is a much more significant occasion. No one is more surprised that I’ve been married for 18 years than I am.
To say that I was apprehensive would be to put it mildly. Not long before Anne and I tied the knot, two of my good friends — people who seemed to have their shit together way better than I had and seemed to have happy marriages — got divorced. Their marriages ended around the five year mark and I worried that I, someone not known for having his shit together, would end up following a similar path.
To be sure, there were some rocky points early on were it seemed like things would not hold, but somehow we managed to keep it together. True to the vows, we’ve had our share of in sickness and in health and richer and poorer. There were days that we had no idea what we should do so we did the best we could and hoped for the best. So far that seems to be working.
I have nothing deeply profound to offer on marriage other than to remember what it was that brought you two together in the first place and keep working at it. Some days she’s going to need to lean on you and on others you’re going to need to lean on her. I think that’s part of what marriage is all about. Finding your way though life with the help of your best friend. (Note, replace him/her with appropriate pronouns for non-hetero marriages.)
It’s weird how it both does and doesn’t feel like it’s been 18 years. I love you, Anne, and I’m so happy we’ve had all this time together. I’m looking forward to many more years to come.
We somehow managed to make it through yet another year and, boy, am I beyond happy that 2018 is over. Last year started off with me headed to the hospital in the wee hours of January 2nd where I’d spend 5 days while they figured out I had a disc extrusion that was pressing on my L5 nerve root. I really learned to appreciate morphine during this time.
That was a shitty start to the year and, while it wasn’t the WORST year I’ve ever had, it didn’t improve a whole helluva lot in the coming months. Thankfully, I managed to complete my eighth full year of employment without issue making it the longest I’ve been at one job in a very long time. Alas, Anne was let go from her job in late spring and didn’t get back to work until just before Christmas about a week after her unemployment benefits ran out. She’s only had a few days or work total because of the holiday and this job doesn’t look like it’ll last more than a couple more weeks, but she will be returning to the data entry job she was let go from last spring for a couple of months worth of work so at least that’s something. Made for a very lean Christmas this year.
Still, we have managed not to fall behind on mortgage payments meaning we have a very nice roof over our heads, food on the table, and cats who keep us on a regular schedule. I am optimistic that 2019 will be an improvement over 2018, though given the political climate right now I’m not sure I could articulate why. I didn’t do as much vlogging or streaming as I had originally planned to, but I’ve decided not to beat myself up too much about that. Instead, I will attempt to seize the moment whenever inspiration strikes rather than sit and endlessly agonize over how to do it.
I’m not much for New Year resolutions as I learned a long time ago that I will just end up disappointed, but I do intend to try and improve on the things I need to improve upon (diet, exercise, etc.) and continue to be awesome at the things I’m awesome at (mostly just being me). Here’s hoping 2019 is a better year for ALL of us.
Just a quick entry wishing you and yours and safe, happy, and healthy Christmas from all of us here at SEB.
Not a lot of loot to talk about this year as the budget was tight, but I did get a new pair of monitor headphones, an authentic coo coo clock, and Spider-Man: Homecoming on bluray. Still, we spent lots of time with friends and family enjoying good company and food and will probably have gained a couple of pounds before it’s all done and over with. Here’s hoping your day was everything you had hoped for.