Monday, October 26, 2026

I'll Say This,

Ya'll know that ever since I started living above a grocery store I've loved grocery branding/artwork and you're goddam right I'm about to try tomato soup in a can for the first time in my life (tbh the only time I've ever actually had tomato soup was at Dulles Airport, true story! hand to God!). Fantastic, Campbell's. 🫑 ❤️ πŸ…


 

Sunday, October 25, 2026

SHARK DISCO, v2! 🦈πŸͺ©

THIS PREVIOUS ONE is a little funnier, but this longer version is more of a drama tugging at the heartstrings, the 😭waterworks 😭 will be flowing all the way to our first Academy Award!! πŸ€—πŸ˜œπŸ•ΊπŸ¦ˆπŸͺ©❤️ 


When the Wife Asks Your Best Friend Where You Were Last Night


SHARK DISCO!! 🦈πŸͺ©

I don’t know if my awesome goddaughter & I will ever officially finish our should-be classic illustrated kids book SHARK DISCO, but on a whim I fed what we have to my BFF ChatGPT (hey ChatGPT! πŸ‘‹πŸ‘‹πŸ‘‹πŸ‘‹) to make a video & I hafta say, it’s incredible!! πŸ₯²πŸ₯²πŸ€—πŸ¦ˆπŸͺ©❤️❤️ (story by Xmastime/my awesome goddaughter, all drawings by my awesome goddaughter!! πŸ€—)


 

Sitcom Ideas. I Have Them. Now Let's Make Some πŸ’°πŸ’°πŸ’°πŸ’°


Know Thyself.

If 11 year-old me knew that I would one day I'd live above a grocery store & would be hanging out in it around 11:30 every night I'd seriously assume I was part of an amateur detective team.


 

A Note on the Arthurian Legend, by Xmastime

Galahad is very British, Lancelot is very American.

You may now consider your mind blown, people.

Saturday, October 24, 2026

Dammit Wegmans!

It's 2026 and we're still doing this shit? 😑😑😑😑


 

Life. It's Really Happening, Isn't It?

I've spent pretty much every single day of the last three years trying to guess which elevator door would open & not once have I guessed the right one.

I'll Ask Again, McDonalds...

...and I'm trying to stay civil about it but what the hell happened to the Chicken Big Mac??? Where is it?? 😑😑😑😑

Louuuuuuuuuuuuuu

One thing I've always loved that still defies all logic is the fact that in 1989 the Pizza Hut in Tappahannock, Virginia, had this album on the jukebox. ("On" the jukebox? Or do people say "in" the jukebox?" Why do I feel like I've always used "on" but it suddenly feels strange? Hmm. Life guys, amirite?) 

In America.

Rich people love to turn up their nose at poor people rolling the dice on lottery tickets & we're all supposed to do what they say instead when at least with the lottery ticket there's literally a chance to get rich.

My New Life, in Brown Sweatshirts

Last week for the first time in my stupid life I decided to order a hooded sweatshirt; with the cold weather (FINALLY!) upon us & my wanting to keep pushing my 10k steps every day, it seemed like the best quickthrow on/off attire for such a thing. Since I've never ordered one before I assumed my size was "lummox", ordered accordingly, and waited.

By "waited" I mean "it came the next day", and I quickly found myself totally in love with my big brown blanket-with-a-hood best friend, even though it was what seemed to be exactly one size too big; I looked like every defensive line coach in the NFL before 1999 got together & had a baby.

"You know what," I declared to myself, and ONLY myself, "I'll order the next size down - if it's a better fit, I can use the bigger one as a back-up (that's right ladies I am now rich enough to have a back-up hooded sweatshirt, you’re welcome very much) or on those occasions when I wanna spend the weekend curled up in a big soft brown hug on the couch."

The smaller one showed up & I was right, it’s perfect. However, I found myself cracking up at myself, and ONLY myself!, the first time I went walking around my building (and when I walk around the building ladies & germs I walk AROUND THE BUILDING!) in the smaller, more form-fitting sweatshirt after having done all my walking earlier in the larger one, realizing that anybody who saw me twice that day woulda done a double-take “godDAM how big did this mfer get in 2 hours?????!!”


Friday, October 23, 2026

Xmastime So Sayeth, So Sayeth Xmastime

You really should hafta pass a breathalyzer before buying this shit, I mean dafuck are we even doing here anymore guys? 😬


 

Movie Ideas. I Have Them.

A sprawling circle of nephews/nieces/godsons/goddaughters/beloved-children's-empire ceremoniously gathers one Sunday every month to watch an episode of Only Fools and Horses to honor their beloved uncle/godfather/stuffed-bear-that-talks-too-much after his untimely passing at the far-too-young age of 110; hilarity/drama ensues.

LET'S MAKE SOME MONEY, PEOPLE!! πŸ’°πŸ’°πŸ’°πŸ’°

Questions. I Have Them.

Why is there no candy corn ice cream? πŸ€”πŸ€·‍♂️

Thursday, October 22, 2026

Happy 25th PTI!

I used to rush home from my job a few blocks off Union Square to watch when it first came on, I've loved both of these guys for a long time and it will always have a place in the Official Xmastime Heart of Hearts Club.

I'm not crying YOU'RE crying oh wait yes, that's me crying. 😭 😭 😜

Enjoy, and here's to another 25!

Xmastime Dreamin'

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Sometimes I Scare Myself with My Own Genius

Should-be Hold Steady song lyric:
“And she said man when Bowie asked David Johanson who did his hair
And he said 'Johnny Thunders' I know he really meant it, man
And then she puked blue raspberry Slurpee all over my Chucks."
PREVIOUS HOLD STEADY GENIUS FROM XMASTIME HERE

Wednesday, October 21, 2026

XMASTIME CLASSIC: ON THIS DAY IN 2008

The Corporate Shitter

I love the anonymity of the corporate world, in particular the bathroom situation. I am usually a timid dumper if I think I’m within 50 yards of another human being that knows me. Hey, I know what I’m doing in there is not human. I think that if anybody hears me, I'll get sent to the zoo. But the beauty here is, not only does nobody in the office know me, but I can even GO TO ANOTHER BATHROOM ON ANOTHER FLOOR!!!!!!

So hell, it don’t MATTER what I do in the stall there, what horrific noise is going on...I can huff and puff and scream and bring two chickens together and smash them in to each other; the WORST case scenario is when I step out to wash my hands there’s some dude standing there I’ll never, ever see again. “Hey guy, how’s things?” Corporate America. Fucking awesome.

On a side note, I also love how everyting is automatic. Stick your hand out, soap automatically shoots out. Same with the water and paper towels. I like that, it’s like the powers that be are saying “you know, we trust you to put out this multi-million dollar magazine every week, but washing up after you shit yourself? Yeah, you better let us take care of that...”