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UPDATED: Have yourself a merry little Christmas

UPDATED:  SEE BELOW.

After the insanity of this week (and thank you again for all your support) I wanted to share something that made me smile.  It’s the cast of Doctor Who performing (possibly drunkenly) one of my favorite songs to butcher:

It’s wonderful.

Slightly more wonderful?   What conclusions Google jumped to when I was searching the internets for this particular gem:

Huh. Well, that was not what I was expecting.

Even stranger:

Well, the man *does* get around. Also, this got me thinking, and so I googled "Was there ever a black Doctor Who?" and google was like "YES, there was a Black Doctor Who Performed the First Surgery To Separate Siamese Twins. WE JUST TOLD YOU THAT. Jesus." And so instead I looked on Bing and it was like "Yes, there are a lot of black people who are physicians. Here's a list of them. Stop being so racist, asshole." Conclusion: Search engines need to get geekier and also need to start giving me the benefit of the doubt.

Also, I know that the Doctor is not actually named “Doctor Who” but he won’t tell me his real name so stop yelling at me.

PS. I couldn’t write last week’s wrap-up because I was too sad, so I missed writing about the sponsor who was very, very sweet about  the inconvenience.  But now I’m making it right:

This week’s (non) wrap-up brought to you by 101 Things To Do Before The Apocalypse:  A tongue in cheek list of things to do during the final days and weeks of society.  Lots of offbeat suggestions that you may not want to attempt if the world were not coming to an end… unless you enjoy uncomfortable moments with friends, family and coworkers.

UPDATED:  I just got an email from my mom telling me that she and my father will not be able to come see us on Xmas Eve, as we’d expected.  This is fine, since none of us are very religious and so instead they’ll come later and we’ll celebrate Merry December 27th instead.  But here is her reason why they can’t come:

Email from my mom:  “Your father forgot that this is the week-end of the last winter solstice of the Mayan calendar and the archeology club is meeting in Paint Rock because there is one of those solstice holes line-up things and he needs to be there for the public.”

Then I told Victor and he was like, “First of all, this is exactly what I was talking about when I said your family is insane, and secondly THE MAYAN CALENDAR SAYS THE WORLD ENDS ON FRIDAY.  Your dad is missing Christmas with us because his Mayan calendar is all full up on Saturday?”  And then I was like, “Are you implying that my dad is using fake Mayan lies to avoid me during the holidays?  That’s absurd!” and Victor was all “THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT I’M SAYING.”  So I think we agreed, but for different reasons.  Regardless, I wish you and yours a happy December 27th, which is now the new Christmas as long as the world doesn’t end tomorrow.  If the world ends tomorrow then the new Christmas is null and I will be very sad that I didn’t eat an entire cheesecake.  Also, I considered just eating an entire cheesecake (just in case) but I’m lactose intolerant and I didn’t want to spend the-day-after-the-day-the-world-didn’t-end on the toilet.

Updated again:  It’s okay that my family can’t be here because I did just see them last week when we went to a civil war reenactment and I dressed up as a time traveler and rode around on a long-horn bull named Rooster Cogburn.  Everyone else in my family dressed in period clothes, except for my father, who was dressed as Santa Claus for some reason.  This is all true.

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