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Happy Crispinmas!
Apr. 20th, 2006 09:36 amApril 20th has been dubbed "Crispinmas" by a small but significant portion of my friendslist. I like this. I heartily endorse this holiday to anyone looking to take a day off work.
Many interesting things happened on this day. Hitler was born, for example. And Jimmy Carter was attacked by a giant swimming rabbit. Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris killed a bunch of kids they did not like, therefore casting immense suspicion upon every other antisocial kidlet in the nation. Bram Stoker died, leaving behind a new ideal of sexy vampires that would later lead to Anne Rice's all-too-explicable success. It's also National Toke-Up day, National High-Five Day, and National Love-A-Teen Day. (Are you surprised by this sequence at all? I'm not.)
And Crispin, of course, was born. Just the once. Without celebrating it twice or whatever the stupid rumour is.
Today is a day for all sorts of weirdness and thought. Crispin's birthday is simply a good representative for that. Also, he is 42, which is Special for different reasons entirely.
Rather than blabber on about philosophy and aesthetics and whatnot, which was what I was going to do to justify the presence of a big "CRISPINMAS!" written in red on my Edward Gorey calendar, I present you with some pretty pictures.
( Crispin picspam! )
Many interesting things happened on this day. Hitler was born, for example. And Jimmy Carter was attacked by a giant swimming rabbit. Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris killed a bunch of kids they did not like, therefore casting immense suspicion upon every other antisocial kidlet in the nation. Bram Stoker died, leaving behind a new ideal of sexy vampires that would later lead to Anne Rice's all-too-explicable success. It's also National Toke-Up day, National High-Five Day, and National Love-A-Teen Day. (Are you surprised by this sequence at all? I'm not.)
And Crispin, of course, was born. Just the once. Without celebrating it twice or whatever the stupid rumour is.
Today is a day for all sorts of weirdness and thought. Crispin's birthday is simply a good representative for that. Also, he is 42, which is Special for different reasons entirely.
Rather than blabber on about philosophy and aesthetics and whatnot, which was what I was going to do to justify the presence of a big "CRISPINMAS!" written in red on my Edward Gorey calendar, I present you with some pretty pictures.
