Pony Humbug: A Christmas Story

Guys, I have really dropped the ball on writing on the blog lately! Man oh man! Seriously, if this blog were a baseball, and I were a baseball player, I would no longer be playing for the baseball team I had been playing with! So you might as well think of baseblog as a sport, and me as a baseblog player, and this blog is the blog! And I dropped it!

METAPHORRRRRRRRS!

The reason I sucked at baseblog this week is pretty legit: I had 2 Story Pirates shows, a BANDIT show, and an acting gig in San Diego. Add all that stuff to the usual stuff one has to do in a given week, plus factor in drive time, and there you go. 

Luckily, I did have time to get into the Christmas Spirit! Hey, does anyone else find that expression inexplicably filthy? Just me? Okay then.  Anyway, I saw this hand-written, Christmassy sign outside a Christmas tree lot:

Did I say Christmas tree lot? I meant WINDOWLESS VAN. Seriously, would you ever let your kids anywhere near this crappy little corner Christmas tree lot? I am terrified to ask where they got that pony and what condition it's in. I suppose that here in LA, there are a lot of spoiled little girls going through their pony phase. The difference is that these little girls actually get ponies, and when they outgrow pony phase they sell them off to the Christmas tree lots and petting zoos. That is, of course, if it's even a real pony for you to take pictures with? Is it just a guy in a pony suit? And it's not even one of those nice pony suits, it's just an old rug and a dirty mop for a mane? Ugh.

Anyway, what I'm really saying is who wants to go get their pictures with a PONY? this weekend?