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And so we begin the month of slacking off, sort of. I’ll have more as the days go on, but the demands of “the Season,” as it’s now known – you know, the celebration of the birth of the Baby Santa Tree – and the new book means I will be writing less. But postings M-F will continue, with a curious assortment of stuff at the least, and full-fledged interminable Bleats at least once a week. Tomorrow's will be honkin' big, for example.

Every day I will ask the same self-serving question, too: Have you bought the book yet? Makes an excellent Christmas gift for anyone who grew up in the era of bad house fashion, made their kids grow up in such a house, or knows someone who thinks the 70s were cool. Buying the book makes me very happy and ensures there will be more. Samples can be found here. The link to the Amazon site is right down there on the left, at the bottom, right over the calendar.

Today’s addition: something from the not-yet-posted Gallery of Regrettable Food archives: canned BEEF. And what kind of meat is it? Why, BEEF! Not to be confused with SMOKED MOR, or course. Nevermind the kids engaged in a merry round of Indigenous Person and Expansionist Euro-Imperialist; what really caught my eye was the slogan. Proof that some figures of speech look odd when put down in print. You can actually imagine the kids coming in to have their empty, aching legs filled with a pink slurry of Wilson’s Indistinct, Compressed Meat Product. Top off those thighs with BEEF!

Fine, you say, but where's the weekly Matchbook? Here.