Boiled with his own Pudding

For my sins I am temporally (I hope) in a work environment that features near continuous Christmas music of the saccharine kind.

For the most part I can block it out but it does tend to leave me with a rather bah humbug take on the holiday season. Scrooge's line jumps readily to mind:

"every idiot who goes about with 'Merry Christmas' on his lips, should be boiled with his own pudding, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart".  

Occasionally a cool yule tune by the Beach Boys or Elvis slips past whatever guardian of mediocrity programs the muzak.

Now if this version of the King's Santa Claus Is Back In Town (dig the line about Santa arriving in a big black Cadillac) by The Creepshow ever gets played I will gladly get up on the counter and do the watusi.

go here:  http://youtu.be/KvFVQT-8N6I

Santa if you are listening I would just love a 56 Continental Mark II, you don't even have to wrap it...what do mean of course I've been good...

 


 

Modelling the Fifties Delinquent Mugshot Look

A day or two of mild weather, so I reverted to my fifties bad girl JD look, fitted leather jacket, leopard print T and not quite visible Betsey Johnson skull earrings and necklace. I think I looked good swinging my high heeled black boots out of the lowered Lincoln Mark IV.  http://www.betseyjohnson.com

Yes it has occurred to me that I sometimes cling to the rockabilly look as a crutch, leather armor that makes me feel like a tough girl when really I am feeling terribly vulnerable. 

Trying my best Les-Lee impression

Les-Lee was a Canadian who performed at the Le Carrousel and a contemporary of the Coccinelle, April Ashley and Bambi. I believe Miss lee was also famous for this difficult to pull off open mouthed pose.
http://zagria.blogspot.ca/2013/04/les-lee-1929-2010-performer.html

some bad girl music for you: