Into the Spider-Lounge

[Donner]

Merry Christmas, happy holidays... whatever you celebrate... I am making a 10 pound prime rib and some othe random things... I'll show you later just to make you angry MUAHAHAHAH

seriously... have a good day... tell someone you love them.

 

[squeekness]

Merry Christmas!

 

[Lily Adler]

Happy Kwanzaa you racists.

 

[Guts]

Happy Kwanzaa you racists.

 

[Lily Adler]

Not to kill your response, but the video isn't showing.

 

[Perfect Cell]

I see it. It makes me think I might be hallucinating, but I see it.

 

[Lily Adler]

I see it now. My WiFi had a hiccup.

I'm not sure if I should be disgusted or offended by that cake.

 

[ComicChick]

Twas the night before Reekmas, when all through the lounge
Not a Fisher was stirring, not even a scrounge;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Reekolas soon would be there;

The loungers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-snails danced in their heads;
And mammaCC in her 'kerchief, and Bri in his cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Bri sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window Bri flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to his wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively with Squeek
Bri knew in a moment it must be St. Reek.
More rapid than trolls his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, GUTSER! now, TEELER! now, MORGER and KRYPXEN!
On, DARTHET! on LIPID! on, SCHLOSSER and AZIZEN!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Reekolas too.

And then, in a twinkling, Bri heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As Bri drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Reekolas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of liquor he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And Bri laughed when Bri saw him, in spite of himself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave him to know Bri had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
HAPPY REEKMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!

we need to find artist and make this a christmas children's book

 

[ComicChick]

Like I said, if CC live posts her first viewing it should get it's own thread.

In fact... It should be a regular thing. Call the thread... The Virgin Chronicles: ComicChick's First Viewings.

CC chooses something she's never seen before and posts while she watches it and we comment on her observations.

close:
At the Movies with CC!

I figured I might also include movies i've seen before so I wanted to be able to encompass all.

first up:

 

[Lily Adler]

The perfect Christmas movie.

 

[C. Lee]

The perfect Christmas movie.

We just finished watching it....yippi kai aye.......

 

[Lily Adler]

We just finished watching it....yippi kai aye.......

Melon farmer.

 

[C. Lee]

Melon farmer.

Not for about 40 years now. I found an easier job.

 

[ComicChick]

really entertaining movie so far

 

[Spider-Aziz]

Hans, buddy.

 

[squeekness]

"Shoot the glass!"

 

[Lily Adler]

Fun for all ages.

 

[Spider-Aziz]

Come to the coast, have a few laughs.

 

[squeekness]

Welcome to the party, pal!

 

[ComicChick]

i hope to get in at least one more movie before the year is over, and this is the list i'm mulling over:

Crazy Rich Asians
Mamma Mia
Jumanji; Welcome to the Jungle
Doctor Strange
Ruby Sparks

 

[flickchick85]

Going from Die Hard to ANY of those would be an incalculable downgrade, but if I had to vote for one there it would probably be Jumanji.

 

[Reek]

yea... jumanji...even though it is also garbage.

 

[Perfect Cell]

Well, it's Boxing Day, so... get your guards up.

 

[KRYPTON INC.]

Well, it's Boxing Day, so... get your guards up.

 

[Fading]

we need to find artist and make this a christmas children's book

We'll just get Google to help illustrate it.

Twas the night before Reekmas, when all through the lounge
Not a Fisher was stirring, not even a scrounge;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Reekolas soon would be there;

The loungers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-snails danced in their heads;
And mammaCC in her 'kerchief, and Bri in his cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Bri sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window Bri flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to his wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively with Squeek
Bri knew in a moment it must be St. Reek.
More rapid than trolls his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, GUTSER! now, TEELER! now, MORGER and KRYPXEN!
On, DARTHET! on LIPID! on, SCHLOSSER and AZIZEN!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Reekolas too.

And then, in a twinkling, Bri heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As Bri drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Reekolas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of liquor he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And Bri laughed when Bri saw him, in spite of himself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave him to know Bri had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
HAPPY REEKMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!