Screw you and your political correctness

"Seasons Greetings." "Happy Holidays." "Winter Break."

Its hard not to notice the political correctness sneaking into the Christmas season. And for me, its hard not to be annoyed. I'd like to meet the people who are offended when someone says Merry Christmas to them. I really would. I'd also like to bop them in the nose, but that's another story.

I don't know about you but when I wish someone a Merry Christmas, there's no asterisk attached to it that states that, by saying the word Christmas, I am tossing something religious at you. I'm simply verbalizing my hope that on December 25th, you enjoy yourself. I don't care if its at church, Disneyland or dancing around a fire at a nudist colony.

When did we become so religiously sensitive that something as friendly as "Merry Christmas!" is bad? I have a Jewish friend who sent me a text saying "Happy Hanukkah" yesterday. I wasn't offended. I smiled and replied wishing her the same. Its a nice sentiment. Its friendly. It's not my religion. SO WHAT? Merry Christmas? Same to you! Happy Hanukkah? L'chaim! Happy Kwanzaa? Well thank you very much!

Its a Christmas tree. They're Christmas presents. They're Christmas carols. They're Christmas lights. So...

MERRY CHRISTMAS, INTERNET! (Yeah, watch me be politically incorrect)

Spotty much? Why yes.

So my blogging has been mad spotty lately. I apologize for that, for those of you that do click back to see what I'm up to.

I've been in a bit of a Mood lately, and semi throwing myself a pity party, for reasons unknown. I have also decided not to share said pity party with the interwebs, lest you all think I am a whiny little bitch, mostly because I can't even pinpoint the reason I am not happy, save for a few vague ideas.

I don't have much to be unhappy about. School's over (still waiting for marks but that's normal at this point), I'm not a million miles from home anymore, I just started a new job that I like and the money will be rolling in soon to take care of finances...life should be pretty good. So why I am in a mood that I can't shake is baffling me.

Either way, if my blogging or Twittering is quiet for a bit, excuse it. I'm just trying not to share my stupid rain cloud with you.

I'm such a flighty bloggy

Anyone who's popped into this blog, likely from Twitter...you're going to have to bear with me. I have realized myself to be a bloggy hypocrite.

Why's that, you ask? I clicky click on all my daily clicks, um, daily...and when the owner of the clicky zone hasn't updated, I do my little "Aww shucks" routine. Nevermind that they have lives outside the net, I need my entertainment, dontchaknow?!

But the funny part is that I'm the most sporadical blogger ever. Sometimes, I'll want to write 3 entries in a day, and other times, I'll go for a week without feeling the need or having the subject matter. And rather than ramble on pointlessly (much as I'm doing now...hmm), I believe I'll wait until the muse strikes me.

So there's your disclaimer. You've been forewarned.