My Secret Hobbies

Gentle readers, on this eve of Christ's birth, I have decided to reveal that which has been hidden for many, many years. You see, I am a collector of certain fine items, and though I may deny it outwardly--in fact, I will most likely claim that this is an untruth forged by one of my many alternate personalities who writes this blog, the one named Lisa, I believe--I have always and will always be a collector of fine pieces of craftsmanship.

What are these items I collect, you may ask? Two words: Jesus Kitsch.

Why, just today I stumbled upon a fine web site specializing in this! I only wish I had come across this site sooner; I would have gotten gifts for all my friends! For Rob, there is a fine collection of golf paraphanalia. For Carl and Alan, what gift would be better than this game? Would Peri and Angel not walk down the street with pride wearing these gifts? What rhetoricians would not love these books? And as for myself, all I want is a double-deck of these cards. Can you not imagine playing doppelkopf on them? The heart! It swells!

Alas, it is too late for me to purchase these gifts in time for this festive occasion, though I certainly wouldn't object to a belated present. Ah well. We'll all have to just be satisfied with this piece of holiday cheer.

One torch to rule them all...

Many of you know me as "Todd the Blogless," or perhaps "that guy who grows weeds on purpose ... but not that kind."

Few people know me by another of my rightful titles - "Todd, bringer of fire."

No, I am not the type to rob the gods, in case you are wondering. More Frodo than Bilbo, a member of my family entrusted me with this enchanted fire, and I, in turn, wander the face of the earth sharing it with others. Also like Frodo, my special gift is of interest to everyone. Everyone wants to share the fire-laden love.



"Love," in enchanted fire terms, includes chocolate crème brulée.

Enchanted fire is even able to resist the machinations of black holes. Or at least not be sucked into one.



As the sharer of the torch, I am become a sort of Pyro Claus. And there is no one more popular than Pyro Claus.

You know, I always knew there was a reason that Carl and Katie were BFF. This research proves that together they can have love, happiness, AND data!