Mon 24 Dec 2007
Meanwhile, Somewhere in a Lowly Cattle Shed…
Posted by anaglyph under Cats, Competition!, Cow Matters, Religion, Scary
[13] Comments
Well, Faithful Acowlytes, the season is upon us, and as the Herald Angels sing and the chestnuts smoulder away on open fires from here* to Chocowinity, it behooves† me to wish you all a very Merry Christmas, a Cool Yule and the finest things for the season. I’d like to thank you all for your companionship, zest and humour over the last year, and I look forward to you joining me in continued moosings in 2008.
But enough of that! I know why you’re really hanging around, so on to the winner of the Christmas Competition!
I have to say at the outset that it wasn’t as well contested as I’d hoped, especially when I promised a very special prize… But having said that, the four contenders who did participate didn’t hold back, and all showed the kind of plucky spirit that makes the Cow Comments the kind of feisty tête-à -tête that we all know and love. I am certain that RadioShack will be plagiarizing us for ideas next year. Maybe they’ll even pay us to come smarten up their dumb asses.‡
All the entries showed verve and flair, and disconcertingly high levels of technical competence. Casey’s Destruct-O-Matic Shock Tank was so terrifying that I think it might be better served up at Halloween, and Jedimacfan’s Virtual Sled is a promise to fat kids everywhere that their position in front of the XBox is eternally safe & warm. The Colonel’s aerial Christmas lights were an inspiration to Book Elves of all nations (perhaps to the detriment of some) and hewhohears‘ Aussie Snow Shredder was as fine an example of innovative uselessness as I’ve ever encountered. A generous piece of Christmas Cake for you all!
But after all was said and done, I kept coming back to Casey’s first offering – The Reindeer-Spooking Whirlygig Death Contraption. Casey promises that after the implementation of this device, you need never need worry again about clattering hooves and messy reindeer droppings all over your roof on Christmas Eve. Casey, the Very Special Christmas Prize is yours! Mail me at [reverend-at-tetherdcow.com] with a postal address and I’ll set Santa on a special delivery mission for the New Year.
Anyways, there’s tinsel to be hung and stockings to be filled so glad tidings of comfort and joy to one and all! Don’t eat too much holly, and remember that reindeer poop and raisins look fairly similar.
The Reverend
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*Seriously – I was in Melbourne CBD yesterday and there were guys roasting chestnuts. Thankfully the weather has been a mite cooler these last few days than the 35° (95°F) of last week, but even so, that’s just plain weird.
†Cow Joke…
‡Speaking in a Christmas manner, of course.
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fantastic image!
glitchy looks a mite uncomfortable though….
How did I miss the contest?
Glitch…biding his time.
So when will you be mailing out this cake?
Casseys lucky I was wrappd up in my cocoon when that contest rolld around.
Id a-kickd his friggin ass …
… speakin in a Christmas mannr, ocourse.
Happy Holidays, Revrend!
Best of the season to you, Rev, and to Glitch as well.
The cattle are lowing. Low low low.
Well, the elves are despondent at being losers again, but they all wish you a Merry Christmas, Reverend!
As for that chestnuts thing- I once roasted my chest nuts and they hurt like hell for a month afterward. I think it’s just one of those fake Christmas expressions, like “Waas Ale”, “Figgy Pudding” and “Peas on Earth”.
I will send it as long as Glitch promises to keep me safe from the reemergent Joey.
nursemyra: Glitch is willing to endure the discomfort if it means he gets a following that numbers in the hundreds of millions.
Malach: As I recall, you refused to partake in a competition that involved a company with the word ‘schack’ in its name…
htgt: Exactly.
Atlas Cerise: It’s better than cake.
Joey: You can attempt to kick Casey’s ass on New Year’s Day.
Catalyst: I hope Santa brought you something nice!
Cissy Strutt: There seems to be low pressure system in here. I guess that accounts for the snow.
Colonel: Yeah, and that strange line in the carol: Don we now our gay apparel… What’s that all about then?
Casey: All we can do is keep our heads low until Polanski quits swinging.
Wow it’s really clever the way you’ve replaced the traditional hallowed image of Lord Scabbers with a depiction of your cat!
You’re a funny guy rev
The King
King Willy: Lord Scabbers may have him in the weight, but Glitch holds all the cards in the Unholy.
Speaking of willies, I’m getting fired up for the poetry contest.