Little Blogger Girl
Come, they told me
Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum
A new blog entry, please
Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum
My old one’s boring now
Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum
Alone at work somehow
Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum
Rum-pa-pum-pum
Rum-pa-pum-pum
Little bloggers
Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum
I am a lazy girl
Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum
No Christmas tales to share
Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum
That are fit for public air
Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum
Rum-pa-pum-pum
Rum-pa-pum-pum
On my blog.
That song always chokes me up. ‘Specially when he’s all, “I’ll play my best for him.” And when the ox and lamb keep time. I like that part the most of all.
Anyway, I really don’t have anything for you. Except Greedo and mini Lincoln logs. I’ll post some pics for you, pa rum pa pum pum. The best that I can do, pa rum… you know the rest. Happy holidays, folks!
Filed under: General on December 27th, 2005
December 26th, 2005 at 7:35 pm
HAN SHOOTS FIRST!!
December 26th, 2005 at 8:31 pm
I hate the little drummer boy song with a passion. All versions. Even Harry Connick Jr.’s.
Sorry, I couldn’t not say it. Some of you may understand.
December 26th, 2005 at 8:32 pm
Um, also … it’s a good thing you took those pics of Greedo, because I doubt he remembers anything.
December 27th, 2005 at 7:09 am
I still have my Greedo too. Also my Yoda, who is on my desk, and several others, who are buried away somewhere in storage. I also cry every time they get to “I played my best for him.” Then my husband tries to make me cry harder by claiming he dies at the end. “Poor little drummer boy. He doesn’t make it.”
December 27th, 2005 at 8:51 am
I still have my Greedo as well. A few of them in fact. But my fave figure to just “have around” was Snaggletooth. He rocks. And, as a kid, he fit in my pocket better than the full-size figures. I should bring him to work.
December 27th, 2005 at 9:27 am
Dave2: Does he? Will we ever really know?
Peef: Your heart is black like charcoal. And yes, Greedo was pretty out of it that night. He plays poker like an amateur, too.
Jen: See – you get it! Poor ‘lil drummer boy.
Kevin: Dang, does everyone have a Greedo? I must confess, this Greedo is not mine. I borrowed him from my friend Dr. Greene for the photo shoot. But the Lincoln logs are mine… does that count for anything?
December 27th, 2005 at 9:43 am
***trembling***
I don’t even know who Greedo is.
***exits abruptly***
December 27th, 2005 at 10:07 am
Stop your trembling, ‘lil Shari. You can always share your honest feelings here (unless they make me uncomfortable). This is a place of learning. Behold Greedo.
December 27th, 2005 at 10:15 am
Too fun, Jen – hope you had a wonderful holiday!
December 27th, 2005 at 10:57 am
I am experiencing the Greedo equivalent of penis envy…
December 27th, 2005 at 2:14 pm
Hey, I remember Lincoln Logs!! I didn’t know they still made them.
December 28th, 2005 at 9:19 am
Oh! Well now I don’t feel so bad about not recognizing him — thanks, Jen. Gee!
***whistling, Opie Taylor-style***
December 28th, 2005 at 9:43 am
I’m gonna have to remember the rewriting of a Christmas classic as a blog entry for next year. You know. When it won’t look nearly as shamelessly stolen.:)
December 29th, 2005 at 12:24 am
Hey! I’ll give ya twenty bucks for that fine Greedo action figure.
December 29th, 2005 at 1:18 am
Dont hurt Greedo! The sci – fi geek in me sees that his in near mint condition.
December 29th, 2005 at 6:53 pm
You take unauthorized photos of MY Greedo and then post them on YOUR site. WTF?! Seriously, WTF?! The mini Lincoln Logs were yours, but not my precious Greedo. I’m going to start my paint-by-numbers of a unicorn riding a snowmobile through a rainbow tonight. This is war…
December 30th, 2005 at 12:20 pm
Okay, I had no idea that Greedo was so popular! I wouldn’t have made him walk through that bowl of french onion dip if I had known he had street value.
Oh, and Dr. G? Yeah. You do that, why don’t you? And maybe I’ll have to post those pictures of you and your precious Greedo in a somewhat compromising position from last New Years.
January 5th, 2006 at 7:24 am
I am so happy to hear that I am not the only one who gets all sentimental about the “I played my best for him” line. Every time I hear it I just want to cradle the Little Drummer Boy in my arms and whisper, “It’s just a drum, there’s not much you can do with just a drum, I’m sure everyone loved it.”