Yes, ’tis the season to be pagan, tra la la la la tra la la la.

Today is Winter Solstice, better known to Wiccans everywhere as Yule, the longest night of the year when you honor the darkness and burn some candles. (Wicca: the perfect religion for pyros who also enjoy gardening, eating, ringing bells and drinking wine) The sun rose this morning at the very lazy hour of 7:49 AM, and it will set shortly at 4:44 PM. Whew. That is one short day!

Now, I want to blather on ad nauseam about this, but Chrissy says people aren’t going to leave me any amusing or stimulating feedback in the form of delicious comments unless I POST MORE PHOTOS. So, allow me to pander to the needs of the masses:

My absurdly remodeled Buffy PALz toys, as promised… Giles dressed up in a green tunic with a blonde bob and quarterstaffs, looking like Little John; Android Buffy with a robotic slaying arm; Xander with a shocked expression because he’s in a dress and has boobs; Evil Willow, fanged up and ready to go with a pair of guns and chopsticks in her hair; Crossdressing Willow, looking alarmed to find herself wearing Giles’s suit and tie and holding his cross; Buffy’s hairdo and slaying weapons attached to the Master’s skeleton to symbolize her continuing battle with evil, even post-death; and the Master reincarnated as a disembodied head on a skateboard.

My absurdly overdecorated festive holiday cubicle, as promised.

Hopefully going to meet up with after he finishes work today, to give him silly holiday gift. Might catch up with and Cleio later, or else tomorrow evening will join her for debauchery at the Den.