Friday, January 1, 2010

Pinouier


Just checking in to wish everyone a Happy New Year, and in doing so, wondering if this isn’t something of a ridiculous thing to say.


It’s not that I don’t support the sentiment (and to qualify, by “everyone”, I don’t actually mean everyone because that would be stupid, and demeaning to those of you who drop by regularly — those of you to whom everyone in this instance refers). I’m with the wishing of happy new years 100%, but it’s not the same as wishing someone a happy Christmas, is it? Because whenever you consider Christmas begins and ends (and I’m aware I’ve taken my decorations down before twelfth night — spank me), it remains Christmas for the duration of that arbitrary period, exactly as described. This happy new year, however — well, it may be new now, but by March or April, it will have started to fray a little around the edges, and come November, will no doubt be creaking audibly and oozing the sort of pus normally reserved for a boil on your backside after you’ve sat for too long on an uncomfortable leather bar stool.

So, sorry to be pedantic, but when I wish you all a happy new year, what I mean is right to the end and not just the first few weeks or months, even though, technically, it doesn't make any sense.

Phew. Now we can all get on...

22 comments:

sylvia said...

Have a wonderful year, whatever it may be called. :)

stacy said...

Happy New Year, Whirl!!

Just in case you were wondering, my word verification is "whirocks."

And that's true, you know. You do.

fairyhedgehog said...

Merry New Year, Whirl, and I hope it's sunshine all the way. (I know that doesn't make sense, but it's friendly, right?)

(Is Pinouier, like, word verification or something?)

Robin S. said...

Happy 365 days of the New Year, Whirl!

Kiersten White said...

My new year wishes extend to May 17th and NOT A DAY AFTER. Clearly you are more generous with your greetings than I am.

(I may be persuaded to grant an extension in your case, though, as I like you very much.)

McKoala said...

Whirl, stop stressing, and just have a good whatever, OK? How about I wish you a happy day, every day of the year, in advance?

Happy second of January for tomorrow, mate!

How's that whole de-gassing thing going? My needle is ready, whenever you need it. Hey, so it's a needle-sharp claw, but it's just as effective. And soooo much more fun.

Whirlochre said...

Sylvia
Two days in and it isn't looking bad so far, thanks. Not a single wasp! Hoorah!

Stacy
I'm thinking Emily Whirrocks — a 1920s adventuress. Maybe I should write about her.

Hedgehog of a Fairy Nature
We have more snow today — not enough to build a snowman, but just the right amount to astonish Geoff.

Wrobin
And to you, too, me duck.

Kiersten
I'm guessing that's your birthday, right? Phew. Three Librans, I can handle — but not four.

McKoala
Always such reassuring cheer...

Kiersten White said...

Ah HA! But it's NOT my birthday. I may be a Libran yet. Or a Librarian. Or...neither.

Whirlochre said...

Or a space parakeet with a penchant for dispatching alien hordes with dismissive swoops of its foliage.

What about that?

Kiersten White said...

Now, now, let's not be silly. Or run amok giving away my secrets. That's enough to get oneself on the wrong side of hordes of migratory alien songbirds.

Whirlochre said...

They have a wrong side?

Kiersten White said...

A better question is whether they have a right side. The answer depends entirely on whether or not you have a credit card on you, and how high the limit is.

Whirlochre said...

What about a credit card shaped biscuit made of bird-friendly chocolate and nuts? A big one they can all perch on? Granted, if they started nibbling, it would be a bit like the classic B&W film sequence (Buster Keaton? Or is it a Tom & Jerry cartoon?) where the guy saws away at the branch he's sitting on, then falls out of the tree — but this is a comedy horde of migratory alien songbirds, right? And if the perch is nailed to the branch of a tree, they won't actually fall to their deaths. Times two — they're birds, they can fly.

Kiersten White said...

Few things are as complicated as being an alien horde of migratory songbirds. Exhausting, really.

Whirlochre said...

True — but you have to pity the alien horde of migratory songbird plucker.

Kiersten White said...

Nah, we killed that guy ages ago. Our plumage is perfect as-is. Plus, we were hungry.

Whirlochre said...

So — Dodo bird, dead and gone; Momo bird, alive and dangerous?

McKoala said...

Happy third of January!

Whirlochre said...

There's nothing like a cheery marsupial to make your day feel so special.

McKoala said...

Happy fourth of January!

Whirlochre said...

I know what's happening here.

You're trying to lure me into a false sense of security.

By the end of the week, I'll be putty in your hands — maybe even a whole mock Georgian double-glazed bay window. Complete with flowery curtains.

And that's when you'll strike...

Robin S. said...

Hee hee. You know our marsupial so well!