merry christmas, slappy

just for our friend, something i saw in entertainment weekly

ew's worst book of the year? for one more day by mitch albom.

what ew had to say:

for one more pandering, slackly constructed tearjerker, albom celebrates gloopy virtues that you'll find expressed more movingly, pithily, and inexpensively on any hallmark greeting card.


merry christmas, slappy

 

I am moved to tears...
I have received many wonderful gifts this week.
This, sir, is truly the finest of them all....

God bless us, everyone...

 

This is from the intellectual juggernaut that is Entertainment Weekly, too.
NY Review of Books checked in yet?

 

Don't go knocking EW, now, Fenian. They worked in four -ly adverbs in one sentence. That oughta count for something, right?

BTW, any truth to the rumor that Mitchie is auditioning for the live-action remake of Dumbo?

 

"'What's to-day.' cried Scrooge, calling downward to a
boy in Sunday clothes, who perhaps had loitered in to look
about him.

'Eh.' returned the boy, with all his might of wonder.

'What's to-day, my fine fellow.' said Scrooge.

'To-day.' replied the boy. 'Why, Christmas Day.'

'It's Christmas Day.' said Scrooge to himself. 'I
haven't missed it. The Spirits have done it all in one night.
They can do anything they like. Of course they can. Of
course they can. Hallo, my fine fellow.'

'Hallo.' returned the boy.

'Do you know the Poulterer's, in the next street but one,
at the corner.' Scrooge inquired.

'I should hope I did,' replied the lad.

'An intelligent boy.' said Scrooge. 'A remarkable boy.
Do you know whether they've sold the prize Turkey that
was hanging up there -- Not the little prize Turkey: the
big one.'

'What, the one as big as me.' returned the boy.

'What a delightful boy.' said Scrooge. 'It's a pleasure
to talk to him. Yes, my buck.'

'It's hanging there now,' replied the boy.

'Is it.' said Scrooge. 'Go and buy it.'

'Walk-er.' exclaimed the boy.

'No, no,' said Scrooge, 'I am in earnest. Go and buy
it, and tell them to bring it here, that I may give them the
direction where to take it. Come back with the man, and
I'll give you a shilling. Come back with him in less than
five minutes and I'll give you half-a-crown.'

The boy was off like a shot. He must have had a steady hand
at a trigger who could have got a shot off half so fast.

'I'll send it to Slappy's house.' whispered Scrooge,
rubbing his hands, and splitting with a laugh. 'He shan't
know who sends it. It's twice the size of Tiny Tim. Joe
Miller never made such a joke as sending it to Bob's
will be.'"