Happy Chrisachanawanza…adan…kippur.

The inside of my ex-wife’s wedding band is inscribed: “I’m holding you…”

Mine said: “…and I’m holding you.”

An extra short film I recently came upon, created by designer/artist Hillman Curtis, reminded me of those inscriptions. In a good way. It’s a short, comforting, emotionally charged piece driven by love, human frailty and fear of the unknown.

Click the image below to view it in a new window:

Seriously. Check it:

Apparently Orion can take 25. But I think if I was taller with less stumpy-arm’d of a reach my complete lack of moral and/or ethical fiber, and willingness to use said five year olds as weapons against their own drunken midget kind, would actually put me somewhere in the high 30’s.

Lemme know how you fare.

Feeling down? Life got you by the yanks? Wondering ‘oh why, oh why me?’

Here’s some medicine that’s been helping me lately:

If staring into the yawning abyss of doom that is Amy Winehouse wandering the streets in a Clorox speedball haze ain’t scary enough to ease your pain…well, damn, Doris. I guess we could always try a lithium enema.

I give this chick 2 months before she’s a Lifetime dead-chick-of-the-week movie starring that lady from Friends with the nails-across-a-chalkboard laugh.

(More blood chilling pics available courtesy of www.wwtdd.com.)