This guy wants you to have a great new year.  Pling!

I like dogs

Pagan animal slaughter

A groundhog

BURN!

  In paper form, at least.  This was for the solstice.  You've got to drink, and burn animals on the solstice, it's the only way to do it up right.  You don't drink the animals, you drink the alcohol.

Snow

  It's damn snowy in the 514, and fixin' to get snowier.

Birding 'ries

Heads tilted back for the Chickadee Rapture

  Here are Dance and I feeding chickadees back in the day.  We had some real snappy ski jackets.  I like birds.

Runt hockey

  Runt hockey is the best.  I got this one maybe 15 years ago at Radio Shack (remember Radio Shack?), and it still runs.  It smells like burning machines and sounds like a Sopwith Camel, but it still runs.  I watched a thrilling match between Dance and Rota, which Rota won in the end.  "Cup, I win!" is what you yell after winning.
  Tomorrow I'm headed down the 401 to stay with Jeppuh and party with a bunch of ex-Jeju expats for New Years.  Yaaay!

My kingdom for some Julebryg

  And a less fucked-up 2012, let's hope.  Eh?

Krampus!

These aren't the droids you're looking for...

You're getting an ole fashioned birching, you fat little bastard!

Wave goodbye, you fat little bastards!

  Another thing I'll talk about every year is Krampus, the evil, cloven-hooved anti-Santa.  He steals bad kids away and whips them with rusty chains and/or bundles of branches.  Gotta love those Northern Europeans.

The Pogues & Kirsty McColl - Fairytale of New York...again

All I want for Christmas is me two front teef

  Best Christmas song ever, probably the best song song ever, too.  I fondly recall dancing crazily/lazily to this song at 4 a.m. in a nearly-empty Feliz Bar (aka Darts Bar, aka Feilz, aka Ravensgarden), in Seogwipo, last year-ish, or easily the year before that.
  Shane MacGowan actually got a new set of working teeth in Spain a couple of years back.  Good work, Shane, I'm proud of ya.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HwHyuraau4Q

William S. Burroughs - The Junky's Christmas

Are we to accept these glib lies like a greased and nameless asshole?

  One of us in the gang bought Resolute a William S. Burroughs CD for Christmas one year.  Maybe it was a tape.  Or perhaps a wax cylinder.  'Greased' is pronounced 'Greazed', by the way.
  I blew out my legs and feet from excessive walking over the past two days.  As I trudged home today, my left little toe, always the rebel, decided to curve under its unsuspecting neighbour and silently slice the shit out of it with a merciless knife-edged toenail.  It was a bloody mess, and I knew it.  I didn't even want to take off my sock, but I eventually did, and my worst fears were confirmed.  A bloody mess.  Merry Christmas.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fDR9zULPcFk

Chia Obama

  I saw this goofy shit on TV last night, it's actually not a joke.  "Your Chia Obama is a symbol of liberty, opportunity, prosperity, and hope."
  Really?  Really?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fCiTAJi1yRk

Jeju randoms, the last perhaps

Damn teenaged scoot-thieves

Seongsan Ilchulbong

Aka Sunrise Peak

Lice in a crater

Reading on the roof

Ole Double-A-dog poppin off rounds on the roof

My happy place

  Yet more lingering randoms of the lovely Jej.  I'm headed back to the land of insanity soon.  When I get there, I will take pictures of things, and write blog posts about those pictures.
  It'll be the bee's knees to be there in such historic times.  Historic times!

RUM HAM!

Slow news day, innit.

The chicken milk

  It's lait de poule!  It's lait de poule!  Heh, egg nog is called 'chicken milk' in French.
  So, Christmas.  Last year at Christmas I was curled up in a sweaty, shitty ball with food poisoning.  Where was I the year before that?  Ah yes, birdwatching at the KAL hotel, then up to Seoul on Boxing Day.
  Splash-o!
  Sand from a broken hourglass, ticky tick!

Mudhoney - Make it Now

Piece of Cake is a wicked album.  Wicked.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ob0fRPSi26M

A Beck's haiku too

beck’s with hockey

hot sunny day in a glass

smile in my belly

A Beck's haiku

beck's brewed in bremen
beck's upgrades my dignity
it's better than poop

The egg nog

  It's egg nog!  It's egg nog!  Haven't had this shit in three years.  Cougar Candy claimed to have found egg nog on Jeju a few years back, but it turns out he was mistaken.  It was banana milk.
  I'm island-bound again.

Last of Nyawk

Steammmm!

Uhhhh...

Looks suspiciously like Dance's Citicar

New WTC tower

  Here are some random bits and Nyawk bobs.  The last of it.  My favourite Nyawk icon had to be the steaming sewer.  Oh yeah, on the way back into Canada, Dance couldn't find his passport, and was back in the trunk pulling out suitcases and going through underwear and stuff.  The immigration woman was not amused, but I think if it happened on the way into Merica, a squad of armoured commandos would have rappelled down and tazed Dance faster than he would have been able to say 'Don't taze me bro!'.  His passport turned up under a floor mat.  Larf!

Bleu blanc rouge et noir

Have a ball

  I'm all black n blue from playing street hockey.  Everything hurts.  I regret nothing.  Ever, actually.
  I'm now officially sick of 'gluten-free'.  Ohh, but is it gluten-free?  Fuck you.
  In other news, I saw a Pileated Woodpecker near Westmount Park, and I sold my soul to the devil once more.