Holiday Traditions
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@Oaktavia i am legitimately jealous of your Satanic/Ravens tree. I have plenty of Ravens ornaments but I’m a believer that ornaments should be gifts from others and no matter how many hints I put out no one will give me any dark arts Xmas fare. You might be the only one who gets me and our Baltimore bromance was never meant to be.
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Iä! Iä! Cthulhu, fhtagn!
«That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange aeons even death may die»And as @mclaincausey memorably put it: We’re a cult, not a sect [emoji1]
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Not many in my group of RL friends knows who HPL is. They mostly wouldn’t appreciate cosmic horror or dwelling on our abject insignificance. One of those things some people struggle to accept, so they lock it away with whatever other demons they keep in their closets.
Love y’all for being dark nihilistic smartass fuckers!
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Isn’t abject insignificance what Xmas is all about?
I might take a different position (but I won’t stray into forbidden territory). I actually love the chance to meet people on here with views I rarely come across in my own little pocket of real life. I’m glad my naïve question (a purely aesthetic response) seems to have sparked something today.
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@steelworker I may have exaggerated a little, and it’s not that bad…
Have you watched National Lampoon’s Christmas with Chevy Chase? I feel like Clark most of the time during the holidays. Trying to make everyone happy, things not quite working out how I thought it would, but at the end of it all it really wasn’t that bad.
…and thankfully the police don’t show up at the end and the sewer doesn’t explode.
Oh, I know precisely what you mean @goosehd . A holiday spent with my blood relations makes me long for the peace of the grave.
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@steelworker just do what I did. When family gatherings become too overwhelming just move 2000 miles away and change your phone number. Now instead of family drama I can watch A Very Murray Christmas on Netflix with extra rummy eggnog in the comfort of my own home.
For me Xmas is all about the 3 C’s. Couch, coffee and close the bedroom door kids with you on the other side of it.
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funny you say that, Matt. In our case it was 400 miles but it did the trick.