12/23.

For the rest of us.by Bob Canada.

HAPPY FESTIVUS!

Tis the season.

from here.

Virgin Snow.

As a last word on Alfred Hitchcock, I just wanted to share two quotes I saw just recently, the first being from Hitchcock himself…

“Blondes make the best victims. They’re like virgin snow that shows up the bloody footprints.”

…which is from an interview he did on TV in 1977.

And then I saw a quote from Ingrid Bergman…

“I’d like to know more about his relationships with women. No, on second thought, I wouldn’t.”

Fitting.

And then I saw this, which I love, and is wonderfully seasonal:

Good Evening!

by Grant Snider, from here.

12.12.12.

Not too concerned

I’m not too afraid of the hypothetical end of the world. Everyone else will be cowering in fear with their loved ones, stockpiling water and canned goods, maybe praying for forgiveness and shit before they shuffle off the mortal coil. Meanwhile, I’ll be listening to really loud music and masturbating.

Apocalyptic Caturday

X-Mas is right around the corner…

We’re back. Sorry we were gone so long. More soon, but let’s get this out of the way: Did you miss us?

The unspeakable vault of doom (So this is X-mas?).

Ingenuous Age once more essays to find/A proper Gift for Youth’s sophistic Mind/Well tho’ he know how bootless ’tis to send/Aught that his own Head can comprehend.

Of Wit and Beauty keeps discreetly chary,/And forfeits Sense to the contemporary.

Devoid of Pomp as Woolworth’s or McCrory’s/And cerebral as Vogue or Snappy-Stories.

-H.P. Lovecraft, accompanying a volume of Proust sent as a gift to Frank Belknap Long for Christmas, 1928.

“Santa” opens fire at a California party, 3 dead. That’s what I woke up to this morning.

He-Man and She-Ra: A Christmas Special.

Ill child gets a White Christmas.

Mom insists that hot daughters continue Christmas traditions and sit on Santa’s lap. Santa doesn’t mind.

You’re only making it worse on yourself.

Scientists warn that Christmas lights harm the planet.

Iran leader’s Christmas message decries bullies (like us).

The guy who translated “Silent Night” from German to English is buried in Jacksonville, Florida. You’re welcome for that update.

Americans still choose “Merry Christmas” over “Happy Holidays.” I think I prefer to say “Happy Holidays” because it’s not X-mas for everyone (nor is it necessarily merry), but I tend to go with the “Merry Christmas” just out of habit, sadly.

“However – I am not quite such a solemn prig as you probably assume from my letters.” -Lovecraft, in a letter to a Mr. Harris, February 25 to March 1, 1929.

And happy New year. Let’s hope it’s a good one… without any fear.


All I want for Christmas is your two front teeth.

You think I’m joking, don’t you?

Most likely… I’m not.

NORAD Tracks Santa. You know, they’ll probably think he’s a terrorist and shoot him down or something. Maybe that’s just what I’m hoping for. Maybe.

Robot Christmas!

I am Saint Nick!

Do I Wish You A Merry Christmas?

A very special episode of Alf, “Alf’s Special Christmas.”

Anti-Christmas movies.

This is totally where my head is at now:

from here.

The Robot Chicken Christmas special.

Aimee Mann’s Christmas Carol.

Christmas music videos you totally need right now:

Wham! “Last Christmas

Band Aid “Do They Know It’s Christmas?

John Lennon “Happy Christmas (War Is Over)” (Man, I wish that war was over, John.)

Sufjan Stevens “Put The Lights On The Tree

Bowie meets Bing. This still freaks me out a bit.

Santa Sutra: 9 Holiday Sex Positions That Will Stuff Your Stocking.

Oh, and immaculate conception? Give me a fucking break.

You know, I really like It’s A Wonderful Life. Sadly, one of the few rituals I used to have in a year was watching that movie whenever they’d air it on network TV around this time. I don’t own it, and I’d only watch it when it was played on TV. Appointment television at it’s finest. That movie is a classic for a reason. And you know what happens at the end of watching it? I fucking cry. I do. I really do. Well, no, I don’t. Maybe I do. None of your fucking business, alright? And Mr. Potter might have been right after all. Also, Donna Reed was hot.

It should be pointed out that Counterforce does not solely endorse Christmas as the ultimate end of the year holiday. In fact, other than the tame Santa stuff, we’re all pretty either atheists or agnostics or something far more narcissistic. But we do party like Catholic school girls. Oh yes.

“…there you are, reading your blog, enjoying your comic spread, and then there’s the Family fucking Circus in the bottom right corner just waiting to suck…”

Good night, Santa. Good night, Mrs. Santa’s sister.