Eject! Eject! Eject! Holidays, Incoming! Awooga Awooga Awooga

And, I’m out.

For this week, at least, I’m taking off — I just posted the holiday confectionary share-around post, so you should feel free to jump on into those yummy waters. But otherwise, for this week, terribleminds is gonna go and get good and sick on egg nog and rib roast and pass out under the Christmas tree, nude but for a draping of tinsel and strategically-placed blinky lights. And by “terribleminds,” I mean me. Because terribleminds is not a person. I don’t even know why I said that. This blog hasn’t become animated. It isn’t alive. Not yet. Not until I can properly summon the lightning demons.

Anyway.

(Yes, I’ll still be dealing with the Nerdtivity votes this week, no worries.)

Go forth, and Happy Whatever-The-Hell-You-Celebrate. Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Festivus, Solstice, an Agnostic Shrug-Fest, some kind of Godless Atheist Orgy. (I really need to get an invite to the Godless Atheist Orgy next year. Uh-huh, sure, sure, my “invitation keeps getting lost in the mail.” Sure, yeah, fine, I’ll renounce all gods, okay? Yes, yes, even Artemis.)

I occasionally get folks who email me and say, I want to get you something for the holidays, which is of course super-sweet unless it’s a mail-bomb of Hep-C, but I guess even then it’s the thought that counts? And seriously, it’s very nice the folks who say that, and to them I say only that: if you want to get me something, then maybe buy one of my books. Or leave a review! We authors love reviews. The very existence of this site is because of you kind people doing both of those things, and so, either of those would make me holly jolly as all-get-out.

I mean, either that, or buy me a jetboat.

Book, review, jetboat. In that order. Except put the jetboat first. Because I need something to drive to the Godless Atheist Orgy next year, and I’m pretty sure a jetboat is a way to arrive in style.

Thanks for reading the blog. Thanks for checking out my books.

I’ll see you next week to close out the year with various thoughts that will allow us to throw 2014 on the funeral pyre and watch the firebird of 2015 rise from its charred carcass-ash.

Merry Whatever, Good People of the Internet!

*throws an elf up in the air*

Pull!

*detonates elf with shotgun blast*