It’s not like I’m really here, or gone – I’m more somewhere in between. But five people I don’t know have emailed me in the past week showing a refreshing interest in humanity by checking that I’m alive. Plus, I figured, I can’t really go to BlogHer next year and canoodle with Kristin and Leah if I don’t actually BLOG anymore. Can I?
I’m not even sure why I feel so silent when I open up MT. You’d think I’d have a lot to say about how weird it was when Stuart was away, or how awesome it was to spend an entire day on Biscuit’s couch, or how my mother managed to pull off a sit-down 20-something person Thanksgiving with the sort of flair and panache I hope to God is genetic, or how I had all these great creative plans for wrapping paper themes and handmade Christmas cards that are sort of falling through the cracks of my constant mono-levels of my common cold.
Is there anything worse than blogging by dint of mentioning all the things you’re NOT blogging about?
Like I said, I have little explanation for my quiet. Lord knows no one is used to me being quiet (beating everyone to the punch with that joke). I’m just feeling quiet. But I love this place, and I love you people, and I love that you email me to ask if I’m dead, so let’s rev this cranky little engine up again with some reader participation and a bald-faced cry for help.
Two years ago, I made an awesome CD called Not So Faithful: Songs for the Festive Heathen, heartily bolstered by your suggestions. It was awesome, and I’m reviving it this year in time for our Christmas party. I need your brilliant suggestions. I have only two criteria:
1) no jesus/festival of light stuff, hello, it’s called Songs for the Festive Heathen
2) it must rock
Sadly, my first criterion knocks out the awesome Barenaked Ladies/Sarah McLachlan God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen/We Three Kings medley, which is a pity because that’s my favorite carol of all time, but there you have it.
Give me good suggestions, and ask nicely enough, I might even send you one.

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