News I couldn't pass up: A reading of "The Night Before Christmas" to 60 third-graders by President Bush and his wife, Laura, disintegrated into what the president called a "near riot" after the children were frightened by the unexpected appearance of the Bushes' Scottish terrier, Barney. "He's pretty ferocious looking when you first look as him," Bush said of the overly eager little black dog. BWAH-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!
As for the blogfight I reported, it seems to have reached the final stages. Peter David reports that his BID column is now coming up before Groth's column on Carol in web searches. Nifty. Dirk posted his final thoughts on the subject, much of which make perfect sense. The bit that really convinced me that Dirk is more on the right on this subject was the line that Gary used to say the same things to Carol to her face, and that she enjoyed a good argument when it came her way. Very well. I stand by my initial reaction to Glenn's editorializing on PAD's blog: he would have done better to just not mention Groth at all. Same result, no nastiness.
Christmas traditions I hate: The Christmas tree. Even as a little girl, I hated the idea of killing a healthy tree just to bring it indoors and hang stuff on it. The whole concept seemed cruel to me. I'd been raised with a respect for nature, and yet here we were, bringing a murdered tree into our house every winter! I recall suggesting that we get an artificial tree, but everyone around me looked at me like I was completely bonkers and told me it was "tacky". So I made a little promise to myself that when I grew up and had to get my own Christmas tree, I'd get an artificial one.
It didn't work out that way. The word "tacky" was so ingrained, and my hubby-Eric was also from a family of tree-murderers, so we ended up getting real trees the first few times we did the tree thing. To make matters worse, hubby-Eric is a noble fir guy! I prefer bushy trees.
But last year, we couldn't afford a tree, and I was beginning to feel a bit treeless on Christmas Eve, so I went down to the local fabric shop and found a nice little artificial tree with a nice little string of white lights, under $2 for the whole lot, and brought it home. And that is now my Christmas tree. Eric can murder all the noble firs he wants, I'll just keep my little two foot artificial tree, and I'll never tell my children that live trees are better.
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