Wednesday, December 20, 2006

eBay's Worst Nativities

It's three days before I leave to Kauai for the holidays. I have a ton of work. Am I working? No. I'm cruising eBay looking for their tackiest nativities. I'm not religious and I don't give a monkey's butt about nativities, but I have noticed that they are few and far between when it comes to holiday decorations in my neighborhood. I don't really care, I'm just saying.

Maybe if there were better nativities people would be more inclined to display them. The following are what amused me this morning...

INFLATABLES - the bane of any neighborhood, this one is 9 FEET tall!





SNOWMEN - I especially like Frosty the Magi in shades.


FIBER OPTIC CHRIST CHILD - but wait, there's more, the wings move!


MINIMALIST - not sure this one belongs here as it borders on tasteful, but if you told me they were chess pieces I'd believe you.


A PURRFECT CATASTROPHE - I nearly puked a hairball over this one.


PWESHUSH MOMENTS - Sold as "Nativity Starter Set." Starting pretty young if you ask me.



PENTHOUSE AND BUBBLE? - Packaged and ready for re-gifting.






















And for you craftie types:



MARSHMALLOW NATIVITY KIT - You need a kit for this?


NATIVITY BAKE SET - I might order this for next year. Really.



Well there you have it, my personal favorites on today's eBay.



HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE!!!


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Monday, December 18, 2006

Snotty and Stoopid

Last night after the theatre four of us decided to visit downtown Palo Alto because we hadn't been there in a while and we wanted some refreshment of the liquid variety. It was very cold so we tossed around the idea of Irish Coffees or some similar warming libation. Palo Alto is absolutely filled with restaurants and bars so there are many places to choose from.

How about a pub scene, The Rose and Crown for example, we thought? So we strolled in and 1) the bar wench was washing down the bar and 2) the place was dead and it was only 9:30, not good signs. I asked if they served Irish Coffee or some warm drink. She glared at me, guffawed and said "Irish Coffee? We only serve beer and wine here." Some inconsequential blokes in the corner also snickered "Irish Coffee??" but I ignored them. Yeah it's a British pub but it's faux and this was Palo Alto for pity's sake.

Always cheerful I said, "OK then, we'll catch you next time when we're in the mood for beer." To which she snarked, "You know you're not going to find any place that serves coffee this time of night." Double take, nay, triple take, and I'm thinking "Yo bitch, this is Palo Alto, it's only 9:30 and you're probably the ONLY establishment closing down." But the only thing more stupid than her statement would have been to respond to said statement, so I smiled and we left.

The only question I have is, was she trying to get us to leave by being such a snot or was she trying to get us to stay by lying to us that nobody would have coffee? It's still a mystery.

About 30 seconds later we strolled into Gordon Biersch and asked if they had Irish Coffees to which the host replied "Well if we don't have them I'm sure we can get them made for you." Ahhhh, now that's service.

We were so happy with our situation that we ordered three Irish Coffees, one pint of ale, one tea, one order of crabcakes and two pumpkin cheesecakes. Stick that up your flue you snotty bar wench!


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It's California for God's Sake...

...And it's fuhreeeeezing! Really, I think the very least we could get for paying the outrageous Silicon Valley cost of living would be an outside temperature of 60 degrees Fahrenheit first thing in the morning, even in December.

I must have a thermometer in my face because I am unable to get out of my warm bed until the internal house temperature reaches 64 degrees F. This morning I literally forced myself out of bed at 7:34 even though the temp was still only 61 degrees! That sucked. I looked at the outdoor thermometer and it was stuck at 30 degrees. When I left the house an hour later (yes I was late to work) it still hadn't reached 40 degrees.

When I got to work my calendar told me I had to go measure something at a customer's house ASAP so off I drove to a mansion in the ice cold hills. Even though the sun came out it was butt cold. I wasn't the only creature tortured by the cold. The birds were all waiting for their bath to thaw out.




Now, at 11:45, it is bright and sunny but still COLD! My co-worker just went outside to roll up her window because when she rolled it down this a.m. to look at traffic it froze in the "down" position.

I don't want to hear anybody complain that it is colder where they live. It is supposed to be colder everywhere else. This is the SF Bay Area and it is supposed to be temperate so we are getting stiffed big time on our weather. I demand a refund.

Next weekend I and 30 of my friends are flying to Kauai for the holidays. I can't wait to get the hell out of here.


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Sunday, December 10, 2006

Telenovela Tot Torture

One of my many vices is watching Spanish language telenovelas. Since I'm trying to learn Spanish I tell myself they're educational, but the truth is that I simply enjoy watching the out-of-control mayhem that ensues every evening.

In many ways they are like American soap operas...the characters are over the top and larger than life, the themes of switched babies and questionable parenthood/adoption/unclaimed bastards loom large, people fall in love in 45 seconds, characters become rich or lose fortunes overnight, and many of the actors sport varying degrees of plastic surgery.

However, there seems to be one theme that pops up much more in the telenovelas than in American soap operas...children are often tortured or treated quite horrendously. For example, in my limited experience of watching only 3-4 telenovelas so far this is a mere sample of what I have seen:



Alborada (Dawn) - My first telenovela, the child abuse wasn't bad really; I only include Alborada because it's my favorite telenovela. Dona Juana, who wore black and carried a big stick switched her own infant, Diego, with the true heir Luis, the future Conde of Guevara, so that her son Diego would grow up with the royal title and all the wealth. Of course Luis had to grow up thinking that his mother didn't truly love him and Diego grew up to be a spoiled, petulant, alcoholic, sadistic and syphilitic disappointment. This was a great telenovela, historical and epic, manly men riding around on horses and brandishing swords, starring the World's Sexiest Man, Fernando Colunga (eat your heart out George Clooney). I just bought it on DVD; it's got English subtitles for those who don't speak Spanish, but I digress.

Barrera de Amor (Barrier of Love)



Dona Jacinta, the matriarch who also wore black and carried a big stick, kept trying to "accidentally kill" her illegitimate grandchild Pedrito by putting him in front of an open window during the cold nights hoping he would catch cold and die. Ultimately, when confronted with all the murders she committed in the name of God's purifications (loosing a bull that trampled her adulterous husband to death, burning alive two women who discovered she was poisoning her daughter-in-law, watching the Padre die at her feet in a diabetic coma while she held his insulin, etc.), she stole the baby with plans to purify him by fire at her in-house religious shrine. Thankfully Pedrito was rescued and Jacinta caught fire and imploded.

Heridas de Amor (Wounds of Love) - Two babies are born the night of a terrible hurricane, Nuria's baby dies, Florencia's baby Enrique lives. Florencia has a serious heart condition and cannot nurse so Nuria, grief stricken, becomes Enrique's wet nurse. Florencia sleeps a lot and every time she dozes Nuria snatches either Enrique or a pillow substitute and wanders the corridors crying over baby/pillow. Eventually Nuria is coerced by villainess Berta to kidnap Enrique for real. Currently Nuria and Enrique are trapped in an insane asylum run by evil nuns; Nuria is allowed to hold and sob over Enrique in between slappings and cold-water showers that the nuns give her. Occasionally Berta visits and she, too, hugs and cries over the baby, lamenting her lack of womanly insticts and/or fear that her growing affection for Enrique will thwart her evil plans. Oh, and Enrique may have inherited his mother's fatal heart condition. Nuria herself was stolen from her family as a young child, Berta stole her then eventually killed Nuria's grandma, but that's another story entirely.

Mundo de Fieras (World of the Fierce although my friend Maria says a more appropriate translation would be World of Hyenas)


I save the best for last. Joselyn is a beautiful and crazy woman who wears animal prints and too much eye makeup. She and her kind but unhappy spouse Gabriel have a son, Luisito, who is crippled as a result of Gabriel and Joselyn arguing in the car and Gabriel crashing it. Joselyn, currently separated from Gabriel and not happy about it, does many horrible things to Luisito to gain Gabriel's attention. Most recently, while Luisito was in his therapeutic water bath with his eyes closed, she snuck in and turned the heat up. He screamed bloody murder and simmered away while Joselyn stood behind the door looking smug and orgasmic. Eventually the bright red Luisito was rescued by his nurse and hospitalized for burns. Joselyn claimed Gabriel was an unfit father and she was granted custody of the little lobster. Her plan was a success and Luisito is still in her clutches.

As a result of all this evil-deed-doing against innocent children is it any wonder that my blood runs cold and I gasp every time a baby is born or an unsuspecting child enters the story line in telenovela land?

For complete english recaps of Alborada check out the Pratie Place blog, for english recaps of the others check out the Caray, Caray! blog, for english recaps of Heridas de Amor only check out the Trying To Translate blog.


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Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Krampus, Santa's Scary Friend

According to my Hungarian friend Kinga, today is the Name Day for Saint Nicholas in Hungary and other European countries. Saint Nick, AKA Santa Claus, apparently has a European friend who is a bit of a rotter. His name is Krampus and starting around Dec. 6th he makes his appearance along with Santa.

While Santa is supposedly sweet, grandfatherly and the bringer of gifts, Krampus is horned and hairy (sound familiar?), carries birch switches and swats anyone, especially children, who get too close.

Where have I been? I've never heard of Krampus. Apparently towns have grand spectacles where hordes of young men dressed as Krampus complete with fangs, red eyes, furry coats and horns, parade through the streets brandishing their switches and scaring young spectators.




Krampus is a holdover from pagan times and was originally a figure intended to shock children into good behavior. None of that "he's making a list and checking it twice" nicey-nice crap for our pagan forebears. It was behave yourself or Krampus will show up, snatch you with his long tongue, throw you in a wooden backpack and cart you off to hell where you will burn forever kiddies. The lucky few would escape with whippings.



It seems that in recent years Krampus has devolved into less of a scare-tactic for children and more of an excuse to party in the streets and get blotto drunk, much like, (at least in America), the Santa legend has devolved from a one-night-only gift stocking for kids into months of crass commercialism and spending frenzies.

If you want to put a bit of Krampus in your holiday cheer just log onto ebay where you can bid on Krampus "art"...



...or even a cute little Krampus doll...


Of all the bizarre European traditions we have embraced I'm not sure why Krampus has managed to elude us here in America, but I think maybe this Christmas I might get together with a few of my friends, all dress as Krampus, (and maybe one St. Nick to ensure nobody really gets scared), and march through the neighborhood for some good-natured holiday cheer and fear. I'll bet the neighbors would really appreciate a bit of old-timey tradition back in their holiday season!




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