Good news, maybe?

The economic downturn, for all the troubles it’s causing, has one effect that may turn out to be good for some: it’s compelling couples in troubled marriages to delay seeking divorce.

Baby names watch

I’m pleased to hear that parents are giving their children respectable and less exotic names, though there are still exceptions: “Bronx, meet Paris. Paris, meet Bronx.”
(The writer of the article doesn’t seem to know that Paris was a man’s name before it became the name of a place, but what can one expect from Reuters.)

A thought for Advent

Some choirs don’t deserve microphones.
And some congregations deserve choirs who don’t deserve microphones.

Worst Christmas lyrics?

My buddy Gordon Zaft must have been listening to some Holiday Hits on the radio, ’cause over on his Facebook page he quoted Karen Carpenter’s line from Merry Christmas Darling: the “logs on the fire fill me with desire”.
Now, that has to be one of the worst lyric lines from any so-called “Christmas song” — in a song full of saccharine lyrics. (And since I have all the original Carpenters albums somewhere here on the original cassettes, I should know.)
But perhaps you know Christmas songs with triter and ickier lyrics than those! Post away!