Relentless Inquiry

I'm not the only one in the family with weird entertaining friends. 🙂 Catching up on email (unread most all this weekend) I find:

Ed, 12/21: To all members and friends of the Cocktail Railway Society, we wish the most joyous of Holiday Seasons. In the New Year, we hope to see you in the garden as we hunker down on our knees, shovelling the mud and tree detritus and scrubbing the track. In the meantime, please enjoy this festive photo of a train indoors–where anyone with any sense would keep them. Remember, “G is the scale, not the rule.” Aloha . . .

Strata, 12/22: Thanks for the kind wishes, and many more to yourselves! I'd like to note that the [Santa] train may not be compliant with truth in advertising laws. It appears to be G-scale, yet the engine is clearly labeled 'HO'. If the black helicopters pay a visit, we know nothing, nothing, comrade.

Ed: You should hear the capitalist bourgeois music that emenates from it as it thunders down the track, grinding the hapless worker elves beneath its materialistic wheels as Santa ruthlessly seeks world domination through fascist agression while duping the youth of the world through shiny baubles and sucrose intoxication. Wow . . .