IT JUST OCCURRED to me that SATURNALIA is almost upon us, and I have barely begun my shopping.

AS I HEAD OUT TO THE SATURNALIA COURT at the Mall of America, perhaps you will enjoy this classic holiday tale from MAC AND PC.

ALSO, AS YOU ARE SHOPPING: may I recommend WASHINGTON WALNUTS and BACON SCARVES?

(WHY am I asking you for permission? I TAKE IT BACK.)

SO, whether you like it or not: WASHINGTON WALNUTS and BACON SCARVES.

That is all.

I HAVE BEEN TWITTERING more often than imitation blogging lately.

I AM SORRY to do this to you, but twittering is VERY EASY.

I THINK THE SOLUTION will have to be that I will write a post here if and when I have pictures or clips to post, and not just WORDS WORDS WORDS.

SO, FOR EXAMPLE, if you like amazing found images grouped into SUBJECTS AS OPAQUE AND DIVERSE as:

THOMAS NAST’S TAMMANY HALL

THE ACID-EATERS

THE ART OF HOCUS POCUS

STACKS O’ WAX

THE ART OF HOOCH

and

THE BLACK PANTHER COLORING BOOK

THEN BY ALL MEANS, go visit the admirably verbosely named blog IF CHARLIE PARKER WAS A GUNSLINGER, THERE’D BE A WHOLE LOT OF DEAD COPYCATS

IN OBSERVANCE of my retreat to the weird Utopian society known as the TED conference (which will also make for light imitation-blogging), I include the following image from the I.C.P.W.A.G.T.B.A.W.L.O.D.C’s

FUN AT BOHEMIAN GROVE collection.

I.C.P.W.A.G.T.B.A.W.L.O.D.C’s THOMAS SUTPEN REPORTS: “I’m not sure if it’s officially called Moloch, but it’s a 40 foot Owl made of stone that is the centerpiece of rituals conducted every Summer at Bohemian Grove. The Bohemians literally worship that thing; make sacrifices to it (burning a human in effigy, etc.) in these elaborate pageants they stage. I take them at their word that this is no more than a step above the kind of crypto-pagan hocus-pocus ceremonies college fraternities get up to (added to which I’ve never swallowed any of the conspiracy theories that place has generated over time), but the mere fact that those involved in this arrant foolishness are some of the most powerful people in the country . . . well, that can’t help but render the whole thing incredibly creepy by default.”

That is all.

AND MANY HAPPY RETURNS, whatever your winter ritual may be.

AS ALWAYS, I will be spending much of my time in Internetless Hills, MA,

AND THUS, I will be away from the imitation blog for a while. I may twitter from t

ime to time, but I do not guarantee it will make any sense.

UNTIL THE NEW YEAR, I and the Georgia Tech Gentlemen wish you the very best of the season.

THAT IS ALL.