He thrives a bit on the messier side of things, and will leave dirty dishes lying around a lot. It’s not that he wants things to be dirty; he’d just rather wait until he has a large pile of things to clean than keep at it every day.
He has “a chair” where he stores clothes he’s worn once or twice, but still aren’t quite dirty enough to wash yet.
He’s that roommate that will leave CDs of obscure bands you’ve never heard of on your desk, expecting you to listen that night so he can ask what you thought.
Somehow, he is illegally keeping and raising a Maine Coone in his room. The litter box is the only thing he does clean daily.
If you had a hard day, he is absolutely going to shove you on the couch for ice cream, wine, cuddles, and Gilmore Girls. With the cat. Who’s probably named Pretzel.
He jokingly flirts with everyone you bring into the apartment, from your grandmother to your actual s/o.
He makes you flip a coin to decide who’s cooking supper tomorrow night.
Often, he wears a blanket around the flat, using it much like a cape, and calls himself “King of the Cul-de-sac.”
Though he has his own room, he has a bunk bed. He claims that the bottom bunk is his “cave,” and the top is his “perch, from where I can judge lowly bugs like you from high above.”
You often wonder if he even has a social life, because he rarely has anyone else over, and he seems to think 3 am trips with you to the grocery store are heroic quests to save the kingdom from certain peril.
Seriously, this boy has no life. Please take him out more. He’s getting like no Vitamin D.
The annoying mom-friend who always remembers your doctors’ appointments.
Thinks that if he violins loudly enough, he can win the argument about why he put extra money into his share of the rent this month.
The rest of the flat can be a war-zone, but if his kitchen is not spotless, you will hear about it for months on end.
He spends almost $200 on cheeses every fortnight, and yet he wonders why you never touch it for your toasties.
He’s the roommate who will come into the bathroom while you’re in the shower and sit on the toilet lid so he can rant about his brothers.
He’s walked in on you while you were changing once, and didn’t even look away. He’s was too busy already reading a news-story to you about a recent diplomatic movement that could only end “horribly, in the worst way possible. Why are you standing there with your mouth open? Are you even listening to me?”
You deplore the demonstrations that are presently taking place in [America]. But I am sorry that your statement did not express a similar concern for the conditions that brought the demonstrations into being.
Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
@ all donald supporters who call the anti-trump protests extreme
The post about the black Santa really bugs me, especially when he's being compared to a 'white Martin Luther King Jr.' King was a real person who fought for the rights of his fellow black people, of course it wouldn't make sense (or even be remotely okay) to portray him as white. Santa is a fictional character with folklore from all over the world. There are too many variations of him to count, so how is the concept of a black Santa so unbelievable? That whole side of the argument is ridiculous.
It just shows how little white people regard black people that someone would be offended that a single black version of a fictional character exists.
embark on a road trip after they find out that one of them is dying from a rare form of cancer. His only wish is to see the Pacific Ocean before he dies. While his friends all want to help him fulfill his dying wish, they ultimately (and secretly) agree to drop him off at Lake Michigan and just tell him it’s the Pacific because he refuses to listen to anything besides the Dave Matthews/Tim Reynolds Live At Luther College album.
One of the things I have had a hard time wrapping my head around is Red, who values loyalty above all else, cheating on Carla. Earlier I’ve said that I think they got married because Carla got pregnant very young. Given the age of ballerina girl which we are assuming is Jennifer, Red would have been only about 20 when she was born. I remember reading somewhere that those who attend the Naval Academy can’t be married, so what if they’d postponed the wedding until after Red’s graduation, which was in 1984, that same year Red was honey trapped by Katarina. There is a line in Luther Braxton about him thinking he’d never enjoy having anything in his mouth as Petty Officer Virginia Sherman. I have difficulty picturing a married Red casually cheating and I also struggle to see Red sleeping with Naval Officers after he’s wanted for treason. I think Red was vulnerable to Katarina’s advances because he was already having doubts about committing to Carla.
My new theory is that post-Katarina’s betrayal Carla is very supportive through the inquiry process and Red decides he values her loyalty and honesty to the point of finally settling down. It’s his way of putting Katarina behind him. Naomi has a rather bitter line about how ‘no man is better at making a woman feel like the center of his universe than Raymond Reddington’. He’d gone into the marriage with every intention of being the perfect husband and father, but ultimately he couldn’t let go of Katarina.
In Pennsylvania German folklore, the American Santa Claus or traditional St. Nicholas is not the one to bring the gifts at Christmastime. Instead, the Christ-kindel, Kriss Kringle, or “Christ Child” brings the gifts on Christmas Eve or Christmas morning to children who’ve been good throughout the year.
Legends vary over Pennsylvania due to the commercialized version of Santa Claus intermixing with the Christ Child, and this post will go over the basics of the story, its origins, and how the figure has evolved through the years.
The Christ Child or Christkind originated in Germany thanks to Martin Luther (yeah, that Martin Luther), who created the figure to combat the idea of St. Nicholas as a gift-bringer. St. Nicholas is a Catholic saint, and Luther created the Christkind as a baby-Jesus inspired angelic figure as a Protestant response. The Christkind is a child meant to resemble baby Jesus, and is an angel who’s specific job is to bring gifts to children at Christmas. In some versions, he is actually baby Jesus, and in others he is accompanied by baby Jesus. In the Christmas markets in Germany, the Christkind is portrayed as an angelic woman.
The Christ-kindel is the Pennsylvania German version of the figure, who is most often portrayed as a young angelic boy. He comes on Christmas Eve while the children of the family are either at church or in another room, or comes on Christmas morning during the same times. Before the popularization of a Christmas tree, he left gifts, usually nuts, berries, and candy, in either a straw basket, hat, plate or stocking. Children left him gingerbread cookies to eat, as well as hay for his riding animal. The Christ-kindel worked his way around PA on the back of a donkey or mule. After the establishment of the Christmas tree, around the 18th century up until the 19th, the Christ-kindel would hang his gifts on the Pennsylvania Christmas tree.
Christ-kindel is of course the opposite of the Belsnickel, a more sinister figure who either punishes children or brings them candy around December 6th. Due to the commercialized version of Santa Claus, a bastardized version of St. Nicholas, the Christ-kindel fell out of popularity in both Germany and PA. Soon enough, the anglicized version of Christ-kindel, Kriss Kringle, became popular thanks to an anonymous writer in Philadelphia. Thanks to various books published about Kriss Kringle, aka Santa Claus, the name and figure became more popular across America. Today, very few PA German still celebrate the Christ-kindel as a gift bringer at Christmastime, as many use the popularized versions of Kriss Kringle or Santa Claus. The last time the Christ-kindel was used was the mid-to-late 19th century.