All my shoes now are the slip on style, a necessary switch when bending over to tie laces became a challenge. So yes, putting on your own shoes can become something to celebrate.
I remember back in the 80s Orson Welles hosted a special on HBO about Nostradamus and how he predicted the end of the world by nuclear holocaust by the last 90s.
So yes, everything he did post-The Muppet Movie was completely batshit insane.
I wonder if "Put on Your Own Shoes" is a mishearing/misremembering of "Put OUT Your Shoes"?
Dec 6 is St. Nicholas Day, when good Nordic* children put their shoes by the front door before they go to bed. If you're good, St. Nicholas leaves candy in your shoe. If you're bad, his (problematic, anachronistic, very racist) servant/slave Black Peter leaves you coal.
*I'm pretty sure the holiday comes to us from the Netherlands, but my dad's Norwegian family did it, too.
A lump of coal was supposed to be bad, but think about it. They heated their homes using coal stoves then. A lump of coal would be hella useful. Remember when Bob Crachit couldn't afford another lump of coal to keep his family warm?
What's funny about Capitalist Santa is that he's the diametric opposite of Saint Nicholas, who was a bishop somewhere in Asia Minor (I forgot the details) who helped the poor and disenfranchised.
We would put nicely shined shoes (that's how you get kids to shine their shoes) out in late afternoon of Saint Nicholas day just to find them filled with cookies and nuts the next day.
I always liked that tradition, and Santa Claus completely ruined it for me.
The main thing I remember about Orson Welles is an ad in which he intoned Orson Welles-ly, "We will sell no wine before its time." Seemed like no Sunday could pass without seeing it about a dozen times.
As a kid it meant nothing to me. Now I have passed my threescore and ten years, and it still means nothing to me.
Ta, Robyn. Happy Caturday! I made our lovely fruit bowls, and since we're out of nondairy yogurt, I used the rest of the whipped cream. I'll wake beloved Meccalopolis soon, because I'd rather eat with him than without him. The flowery green tea is ready also too. Good day, beloved Wonketteers. I love and appreciate you all and I bless us all with love, health, peace, and grace.
Please, please stay safe. Wear a mask or two, wash your hands, sanitize when you cannot wash and let the sanitizer dry completely, stop touching your face, take Vitamin D, get a booster shot six months after your last, and catch up on any other vaccinations you need, avoid indoor and crowded outdoor gatherings and when you must meet, remove masks only to eat, drink, and take quick photos, and stay the fuck away from me and everyone with whom you do not share a roof. Do this because you love yourself, and because I love you, too. Do this in memory of dear departed family and friends like Forever 27 Treg and heroic Tony, Holly's pilot friend, among nearly eight million dead worldwide. Do this to honor the nurses and other frontline medical personnel (we love and appreciate you, Medicos of Wonkette), particularly ICU Hera Mrs Land Shark RN. Be kind, especially to yourself, and please stay safe.
Orson Welles was always insane (and who is not?). He saw the world with a clear lucidity that will either drive a person crazy or is a prerequisite for such vision.
One of my favorite later Welles works is his film, "F for Fake." I recommend it.
Like Terry Pratchett's "knurd": "the opposite of being drunk: not sober, which is merely the absence of drunkenness, but just as far away from sobriety in the opposite direction, resulting in a terrible, existential clarity"
Disco Ethel Merman led me down the wormhole to the Airplane scene where the soldier with shell shock thinks he's Ethel Merman. Thank you.
Is that a small dog behind the cage in the hed pic?
All my shoes now are the slip on style, a necessary switch when bending over to tie laces became a challenge. So yes, putting on your own shoes can become something to celebrate.
I remember back in the 80s Orson Welles hosted a special on HBO about Nostradamus and how he predicted the end of the world by nuclear holocaust by the last 90s.
So yes, everything he did post-The Muppet Movie was completely batshit insane.
I put my own shoes on today! I win the internets!
So long as it doesn't interfere with my pants routines, I can live with shoes.
I wonder if "Put on Your Own Shoes" is a mishearing/misremembering of "Put OUT Your Shoes"?
Dec 6 is St. Nicholas Day, when good Nordic* children put their shoes by the front door before they go to bed. If you're good, St. Nicholas leaves candy in your shoe. If you're bad, his (problematic, anachronistic, very racist) servant/slave Black Peter leaves you coal.
*I'm pretty sure the holiday comes to us from the Netherlands, but my dad's Norwegian family did it, too.
A lump of coal was supposed to be bad, but think about it. They heated their homes using coal stoves then. A lump of coal would be hella useful. Remember when Bob Crachit couldn't afford another lump of coal to keep his family warm?
December 6th is Saint Nicholas day, the origin of Santa Claus.
Santa Claus is a singular force of nature that always was and always will be. He's everything God should have been but isn't.
What's funny about Capitalist Santa is that he's the diametric opposite of Saint Nicholas, who was a bishop somewhere in Asia Minor (I forgot the details) who helped the poor and disenfranchised.
We would put nicely shined shoes (that's how you get kids to shine their shoes) out in late afternoon of Saint Nicholas day just to find them filled with cookies and nuts the next day.
I always liked that tradition, and Santa Claus completely ruined it for me.
Everyone will be celebrating National Gazpacho Day on the 6th.
The main thing I remember about Orson Welles is an ad in which he intoned Orson Welles-ly, "We will sell no wine before its time." Seemed like no Sunday could pass without seeing it about a dozen times.
As a kid it meant nothing to me. Now I have passed my threescore and ten years, and it still means nothing to me.
In my household it meant that Lawrence Welk was on.
LOL
There are reports that naturalization ceremonies, the last step in becoming a citizen, are being cancelled, leaving prospective citizens in limbo. Bastards. In addition, SCOTUS has agreed to hear a case relating to PAB's EO targeting birthright citizenship (https://www.nytimes.com/2025/12/06/us/immigration-citizenship-naturalization-trump.html?unlocked_article_code=1.6k8.GRte.R3M4rUTUZeyG&smid=url-share). SCOTUS could have just said, "read the 14th Amendment, asshole," but not this SCOTUS.
you know that fat fuck in The White House can't put on his own shoes
*Bootstraps!*
Put On Your Own Shoes Day
No! *wags bunny slippers tauntingly*
Seeing Orson Welles make his entrance on the Merv Griffin show multiple times was something. Merv Griffin was really something.
Last memory I have of him is doing the wine commercials while half in the bag.
I saw an outtake reel from the wine commercials. Amusing.
Ta, Robyn. Happy Caturday! I made our lovely fruit bowls, and since we're out of nondairy yogurt, I used the rest of the whipped cream. I'll wake beloved Meccalopolis soon, because I'd rather eat with him than without him. The flowery green tea is ready also too. Good day, beloved Wonketteers. I love and appreciate you all and I bless us all with love, health, peace, and grace.
Please, please stay safe. Wear a mask or two, wash your hands, sanitize when you cannot wash and let the sanitizer dry completely, stop touching your face, take Vitamin D, get a booster shot six months after your last, and catch up on any other vaccinations you need, avoid indoor and crowded outdoor gatherings and when you must meet, remove masks only to eat, drink, and take quick photos, and stay the fuck away from me and everyone with whom you do not share a roof. Do this because you love yourself, and because I love you, too. Do this in memory of dear departed family and friends like Forever 27 Treg and heroic Tony, Holly's pilot friend, among nearly eight million dead worldwide. Do this to honor the nurses and other frontline medical personnel (we love and appreciate you, Medicos of Wonkette), particularly ICU Hera Mrs Land Shark RN. Be kind, especially to yourself, and please stay safe.
Slava Ukraini. 🌻🇺🇦💙💛
Orson Welles was always insane (and who is not?). He saw the world with a clear lucidity that will either drive a person crazy or is a prerequisite for such vision.
One of my favorite later Welles works is his film, "F for Fake." I recommend it.
Like Terry Pratchett's "knurd": "the opposite of being drunk: not sober, which is merely the absence of drunkenness, but just as far away from sobriety in the opposite direction, resulting in a terrible, existential clarity"