Sorry I've been remiss and otherwise absent lately. As a result of my negligence, you're about to get a backlog of Christmas-related pics, so if you've had enough of that season, best skip on by. And there may or may not be Skyrim-related content. Hrm, what're the odds? ( 64 pics below.... )

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If you run into a pic you don't understand, it's probably a Skyrim reference. Just nod and keep on moving. ( 81 pics below.... )

The Chefs are saying that brand-new KC quarterback Kyle Orton will get a shot at playing next week after the slightly-less-than-stellar performance of the tremor-inducing Tyler Palko. Palko's quarterback rating this season is a glacial 47.5. Note that if Palko had thrown nothing but incompletions, his rating would be 39.6.

As for the Bolts, yesterday was the final nail in Norv Turner's coffin, though his skull still remains high atop my Christmas list. The only question is whether or not general manager idiot savant AJ Smith follows him, and honestly, aside from inertia, there's no damn reason why not. Still, this season is the bitter fever of delusion before the sickness is expunged. Just five more weeks of undeniably mediocre football to sit through. Nice to know Nick Novak isn't the only one pissing the season away. Literally. (Dude, there are cameras here.)

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Anne McCaffrey is gone; Breaking Dawn Part I was the fifth-highest-grossing weekend release ever. You are allowed to despair.

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All I can say is that if the first three days of this week are any indicator, this week will be the death of me, or at least my permanent incapacitation. Hope it's goin' better for the rest of y'all, especially you NaNoers. Maybe Skyrim was the rapture.... ( 73 pics below.... )

Not a fantastic weekend of athletic diversion. As of this writing, Philip Rivers has thrown for four touchdowns. Pity two of them were to the wrong team. Dammit, Phil, you're making life very difficult for even your most devout apologists. Sigh. Still, I blame Norv Turner. Have I mentioned that I need you to bring me the skull of Norv Turner? 'Cause I do. ( 46 pics below.... )

Birfday greets go out to a longtime picspam reader. She knows who she is. ( 44 pics below.... )

Tried to call my sister for her birfday last night. Had a five-minute conversation with a woman I've never met with my sister's first name and the same birthday. And yes, it did take me far too long to suss this out; I figured she was just overmedicated or something. But this makes up for a few years ago when she had a fifteen-minute conversation with a very large African-American man with my name before realizing he wasn't me. Maybe it's genetic. Edit: either I wrote down the wrong number or my other sister gave me the wrong number. Herp to the goddamn derp. Either way, touched base with her tonight, only one day late (or 365 days early, I guess). ( 65 pics below.... )

And you know I'm finding myself actually wishing I'd stayed up for all of last night's game? And do you know when the last time I've ever felt watching baseball was greater than missing sleep? Never. Buster Olney called it the greatest game ever; he may not be wrong. And Joe Buck's call made even his detractors (of which I'm not one) into believers. Pinnacle of the modern game, maybe, though Curt Schilling's sock may say otherwise.

Meanwhile college and pro football are deeply intriguing and watchable, early season NHL is meh, and the NBA's cancelled until November at the earliest, and we might be looking at a lost season. Wonder how they'd handle the draft...?

Anyway. Lizard.

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