Merry Eve of Christmas Eve

Can you smell it?  The Christmas trees, the hot chocolate, the pepper spray; it's truly Christmas time.  Now if you don't mind, I'm going to go off on a completely different subject for the rest of the post.

Well, I'm done with final exams and school is over!  Now I can tell all of you what I've been doing the past couple of weekends.  

Every year on the first two weekends of December, I go Classics on Main (picture above for those who cannot make these connections).  During these first two weekends, all the shops that are on Main street are also open and everyone goes out and buys stuff.  There's no better way to explain the meaning of Christmas.  Of course with the drought going on in this area, some of the deer that you would see slurping the beautiful river are headless, all bones, and played with by my little brother.  Once again, merry Christmas.

At Classics, I have the opportunity to play my guitar for all of the people that come into the store!  I don't rock out, but I do have a collection of Christmas songs and other classical compositions (the 2nd best thing!).  Of course there's more of a motive than just "playing to make people happy" (who do you think I am?!).  I always set out a hat where people can put money in, and give them the puppy face.  

Of course I am joking (that's a first) about the whole "get rich quick" scheme.  Playing Christmas music for all the rich "art loving" elderly people is a great way to share my gift with the town.  Unfortunately I could only attend the Christmas Stroll for one of the two weekends, but I still ended up making about $250.  Now I can feed myself for 8 months and 10 days off of McDonald's $1 menu.

Anyways, I want to wish everyone a Merry Eve of Christmas Eve.  For those of you who live under caves, Eve of Christmas Eve (or Evemas as it's more commonly known) was established today by me.  On this joyful holiday, which comes only once a year, it's tradition to drink hard cider (just put apple juice in the freezer) and eat sour cream donuts.  Children wake up early on this joyous holiday and wrap all of their presents under the tree with bright wrapping paper and wide eyes so that they can open them on Christmas day!  Instead of Santa Clause, parents tell their children about a multi-religious character "the headless Nut Cracker" that will give them prunes (because those don't turn into diamonds) if they don't wrap their presents fast enough.

On blog news, I want to thank everyone (my parents) for giving me over 2,000 views (o.k, maybe just me). I remember when I started this blog WAAAY back in March of 2008, oh how young I was.  And 2,000 views later, I'm still alive.  I'm as surprised as you are.  Also, I want to say thank you to all five of my followers (once again, my family) and for everyone else:  You will get prunes on Christmas (unless you follow the blog...).

Now the bad news: I do not have either one of my movies to show you guys.  Of course this is the "Holiday" post, so I put, I mean Santa Clause put something together for you all.

Thanks for throwing away five minutes of your life to look at mine.

If you have any suggestions for the blog, open your window and yell them out loud.  If you're lucky, I just might hear you.

-T-Dawg

A/V Club Christmas Party

Ladies and Gentlemen, my hypothesis is true!  You do not need alcohol at a party to make something go terribly wrong.  Of course, when I say terribly wrong I mean the kind of "terribly wrong" that makes an event so awesome.  What happened?  We (I won't point fingers) decided that it would be fun to play hide'n'go seek in the dark.  You know that the game is dangerous when you are running and you can't see anything around you.  In short, the game didn't last very long.

Fine, I'll give you the gory details: It was so dark that the dog and one kid ran into each other, and I ran into a fence.  Happy?  We preceded to stick with board games and "truth or dare".  I guess in the end, it was a pretty sweet party.  It was a white elephant party, and I'm pretty sure I got the lamest- I mean BEST present ever: an envelope filled with a bookmark, a plastic spoon, a free stamp and a clip.  Because I got the worst, I mean BEST gift, everyone felt bad and gave me a container filled with Japanese bath salt.  So I guess I got the "white elephant".  

The thing that I find funny is that you can judge a kid by the kind of parties he/she goes to.  Of course it doesn't count if that person gets dragged to a party they don't want to go.  In my case, I go to A/V club (audio visual) parties.  For those of you who don't know me, now you do!  But just because it's a party for a club DOES NOT mean that it stinks.  You never know when somebody is going to fall and split open their pinky finger, or when some suspicious person comes out of the forest and starts to follow you (all inside jokes, but you get my point).  At the very worst nothing happens but there will always be free food, and an interesting thing about me is that I follow one simple rule with parties:

If there is food, Thomas is there, somewhere, and he is eating that free food.

Thanks for throwing away five minutes of your life to look at mine.

If you have any suggestions for the blog, open your window and yell them out loud.  If you are lucky, I just might hear you.

-T-Dawg

P.S(what does that even stand for?)- About my movie...
good news: it is done
 bad news: it is a complete disaster

I might post it next time, but because of many factors, it's not very good.  If you are lucky enough to see it, just know that I didn't have all the time in the world to make it perfect and the finished product was NOT what I had in my head.

I am almost done with a no dialogue (not a silent) film that I might also be able to post.  More information next time...  (don't you love cliff hangers!?)