He ran right through the streets of townRight to the traffic copAnd he only paused a momentWhen he heard him holler, "STOP!"

We rolled over to Bells' for Christmas dinner.

Ethan, kicking it.



Stanette was knitting.



Bells was acting silly.








Aden got a Batmobile hat shot a batcycle out of the front.



That's yuletide spirit>









The Doodlebug saga:




Yeee-ah

Christmas time is hereHappiness is here

We woke up and hopped in the hot tub.



Stanette's sister sent us some new rubber duckies.









These are from the other day:





This Christmas cactus is 85 years old:





Stanette's amaryllis:





We have a few of them around the house. You can't see it on the pictures, but the petals are sparkly.

And, of course, the ax collection.





Right now, we're rocking the Charlie Brown Christmas Album.



I'm doing the Snoopy dance.

Here is a pretty funny alternate version:



My gift from Stanette was a digital 8-track recorder. Now I can preserve my musical stylings for posterity. It even burns cds. She also got me a kick-ass microphone and some studio monitors. You better believe the Boogie Station is going to be rocking. Yes, I am living a 19 year old's dream...



I got her some Frye boots and a purse made from an old cowboy boot.





Doodlebug got some catnip and ribbon, and I think she had the best Christmas of all. I'll upload some video.

So this is ChristmasAnd what have you done?

Merry Christmas.

We went to our friends' house last night for the second straight year. Bill and Susan. The little kids sang, while the adults had fancy cheese and cocktails.

My lady and I came home, hopped in bed and watched Burn After Reading, which was freaking hilarious.

I neglected to mention that we finally saw Shine A Light, the Scorcese/Stones movie, last week. It's definitely worth poppping in and giving your home system a little workout. Keith is pretty sloppy and behind the beat, but shit, he's earned that right. The guests (Jack White, Buddy Guy and Christina Aguilera) are incredible. Jack White does Loving Cup with them and you can see how tickled he is to be trading verses with Mick. Buddy Guy does Champagne and Reefer and owns it. Christina came out, and tore Live with Me in half. Mick was feeling her up onstage. Pretty entertaining.

Here's a completely unrelated video for you Christmas enjoyment:



^^They (The Faces) are touring next year. Ron Wood is broke & getting a divorce, so he needs the cash. Obviously Ronnie Lane is dead, and will be missed, but I'd definitely check that show out.

Here's Ronnie Lane:



I'd give a kidney to time travel and get up on stage with that band there. The Mitten does a killer version of the song.

Hey, love you guys. Thanks for reading and checking in here. I'm closing in on the 1000th post here at The Dude Abides.

Merry Christmas.

I'm highly suspicious

So, my entire job situation is completely on eggshells. Think Tom Cruise, hanging from that harness in Mission Impossible, with that bead of sweat dripping off his nose.

That's been me.

But with a much better nose.

And taller. A lot taller.

But without my buddy, Marcellus Wallace outside in a van.

It's been very stressful. It reminds me of Ted Nugent's Intensity in Ten Cities, (best album title OF ALL TIME.)

Check out the powder filling up my camera lens.



((Will one of you buy me a new camera?))



I promise to snowboard through ridiculous terrain, take pictures and break that camera.



I promise.



Conditions are re-donk-ulous here.

Chigity check it.



We are enjoying mid-season conditions.

Yesterday, I was riding under the chairlift, and all the dirtbags started cheering.

There was a foot of snow, and I pretty much pointed it straight down and bounced over the top of the bumps.

The powder was hitting me in the face with each turn. (By the way, it was 7 degrees. Cold.)

And, as the duders on the chair were hootin', I caught a snowed-over treetop with the nose of my board.

I tumbled end, over end, over end, over end, over end, spraying up a Nagasaki mushroom cloud of snow.

Which drove the dudes on the chair from hootin' to straight hollerin'.