Hey, hey, hey, it's the Chaos Queen here, and
you're listening to the Geekcast Radio Network.
I triple dog dare ya! Ladies and gentlemen, you're
probably going to be hearing this after Christmas,
because, well... I'm running late this year on
everything, and there are currently only two
days left in 2025, which means, as insane as
I am, I can't release four, five, seven podcasts
within two days. Okay, listen, listen. Why? Because
me and Wolf, we were... No, no, no. No, no, no,
listen. Listen, we were writing down on the calendar
because there were three empty spots. So we decided
to add three extra days. Those are all holidays.
So I don't know if you'll be putting any podcasts
in. Podcasts always go in, no matter what. So
we have the 32nd, the 33rd, and the 34th. And
then the new year can start. That's not how that
works, unfortunately. It is here. That's not
how that works, unfortunately. And please, I
don't want any more days in 2025. I'm ready for
2026 to start now. My point is, folks, is that
2025 was crazy. I am, of course, TF2 and Mike.
She is the Chaos Queen. Say hello. I did. I said
hi, hi, hi. Hello. There you go. There you go.
And this is episode 164 of Studio 2009. Yes,
we started this one off a little bit differently
than we normally do. I had planned on getting
to episode 200 by the end of the year. We're
only probably going to get to episode 169, which
she and I still have to record. However, that
being set aside for now. Once we finish this,
you will be getting 165 through 168 because those
are all already produced and ready to go. But
we are here to do something that I did back in
2012 by myself at the time. And this is something
that I received in an email chain letter. Remember
email chain letters, folks? We used to get those
back in 2001 in the email chain letter days.
I don't know who sent this to me. I did not write
this. This is not written by me. I think my mom
actually sent this to me. I think she got it
in an email chain letter. Kathy Blanchard, may
you rest in peace. Hopefully you've been resting
these last 10 years. Please don't smite me up
there. Thank you. Uh, but, uh, that's the other
thing that's made this year difficult besides
all the health issues I've gone through with
my left arm and my right arm and my left leg
and my right leg and every appendage known to
man is that it's been 10 years since my mom passed
this year. So that's been the other issue that
I've gone through. But, yeah, so, like I said,
I did an audio version of this back in 2012.
You can still hear that version over on Geekcast
Radio. You'll be able to hear this version, as
I said, as episode 164 of Studio 2009. This is
the Holiday Diary from Massachusetts to Florida.
Oh, boy. So... How this is divvied up here, folks,
is I've got the red lines, Chaos has the green
lines, and we are going to read alternatively
alternating lines as the diary goes along. And
I start, and I believe, well, chivalry is dead,
folks. I start the thing and I finish the thing,
even though I'm not really fond of finishing
the thing because, oh, Florida. Just like a man.
Yeah, but I gave you all the good ones. I gave
you the Christmas Day line. The Christmas Day
line is the best line of the whole friggin' thing.
Okay, okay. I got the good parts. Yeah, you got
the good parts. You got the good bits. So it
starts August 1st. Move to our new home in Massachusetts.
It is so beautiful here. The city is just so
picked. Picture -esque. Can't hardly wait to
see it covered in snow. I love it here. October
1st. New England is the most beautiful place
on Earth. The leaves are turning all different
colors. I love the shapes of red and orange.
Went for a ride through the hills and saw some
deer. They are so graceful. Certainly, they are
the most peaceful animals on Earth. This must
be paradise. I love it here. November 11th. Deer
season will open soon. I can't imagine anyone
wanting to kill such an elegant and beautiful
creature. Why, they are the very symbol of peace
and tranquility. I hope it will snow soon. I
love it here. December 2nd. It snowed last night.
I woke up to everything blanketed in white. It
looked like a postcard. Went outside to clean
snow off the steps and shovel the driveway. We
had a snowball fight. I won. When the snowplow
came by, we had to shovel the driveway again.
Gosh. December 12th. More snow last night. I
love it. The snowplow did his trick again, that
rascal. A winter wonderland. I love it here.
December 19th. Snowed again last night. Couldn't
get out of the driveway to get to work this time.
I'm exhausted from shoveling. Damn snowplow.
December 22nd. I'm sorry, folks. Makes me laugh
every time this thing is, like, almost, this
damn thing is 25 years old in 2026. More of that
white shit fell last night. I've got blisters
on my hands from shoveling. I think the snowplow
waits around the corner. I'm done shoveling,
that asshole. December 25th. White Christmas,
my friggin' ass. More fucking snow. If I ever
get my hands on the guy that drives that snowplow,
I swear I will castrate the dumb bastard. Don't
know why they don't use more fucking salt on
this ice. December 28th. Oh, boy. More of the
same shit last night. Been inside since Christmas
Day, except for when Snowplow Harry comes by.
Can't go anywhere. The car is buried in a mountain
of white shit. The weatherman says expect another
10 inches of this shit tonight. See, you know
how many shovels Shovelful 10 inches is? My back
aches. January 1st. Happy fucking New Year. The
weatherman was wrong. Again. We got 34 fucking
inches of snow this time. At this rate, it won't
melt until the friggin' 4th of July. The snowplow
got stuck down the road. Shit for brains. Had
the balls to come to my door and ask to borrow
my shovel. I told him I broke six shovels already,
shoveling the shit he dumped back in my driveway.
I broke the seventh shovel over his head. That's
right. January 4th. Finally got out of the house
today. Went to the store to get food and on the
way back a deer ran out in front of the car and
I hit the motherfucker. Did about $3 ,000 worth
of damage to the car. Wish the hunters would
have killed all the sons of bitches last November.
May 3rd. Put the car to the garage in town today.
Would you believe that the body is rotting away
from all the fucking salt they keep dumping all
over the roads? It really looks like a piece
of shit. May 10th. Move to Florida today. I just
love it here. I can't imagine why anyone in their
right fucking mind would want to live in the
godforsaken Commonwealth of Massachusetts. Say
it with me, Chaos. Fuck the snow. Oh, my God.
Oh, God. Yeah. This is too funny. I don't know
where my mom found this thing, but like I said,
she sent this to me. What we need now is the
Florida version. All right. I am going to write
that shit out. Okay, good. You create that. That
would be a good. A good follow -up. That'd be
a good Christmas. Yeah, a good follow -up. Good
Christmas in July. Yes. Oh, God. So there you
go, folks. We know it's a little late since Christmas
has already passed here in 2025. We do hope that
everyone listening to the sound of our voices
did have a good and happy and merry Christmas
this year in 2025. wonderful holidays whatever
you celebrate marry everything as i always say
i've been saying marry everything to everybody
to be even before the whole inclusivity thing
of all of the holiday stuff i've always said
marry everything just because i just like it
Well, my favorite thing is, well, it used to
be saying, like, Merry Christmas, and then somebody,
you know, saying back to me, Happy Kwanzaa, or
something like that. I used to love that. We
can all be included. That's inclusivity to me.
But since all of this, everything, I mean, I
know, I understand, I don't want to hurt anybody's
feelings, but at the same time, Happy Kwanzaa.
I mean, we should all just be like Seth from
the OC. Merry Christmas. No, I don't need a car.
Thank you. Oh, okay. But that's going to be very,
very short episode here in 164. However, folks.
you'll get to hear chaos and I again in episode
one 65, because that is where we recorded our
30th anniversary podcast. All about Casper, the
friendly ghost or Casper from 1995. Casper, that's
right. So that's what's coming up next here inside
Studio 2009. I am keeping this specific episode
completely kind of raw, not necessarily unedited
because I will obviously edit it, but I didn't
do the standard intro. I'm not probably going
to do the standard outro. I will say, obviously,
Chaos, if you would like to promote your YouTube
channel, you can do so. I am the Chaos Queen.
Everywhere you can find me with a capital Z.
And I hope y 'all like gaming. Come watch me
fail horribly. She does not fail horribly. Yes,
I do, but at least I'm funny about it. You don't
fail horribly. It's called a joke. You are funny
about it. I know it's called a joke. I know it's
called a joke. Yeah, and as of this recording,
you went back up to 245 on YouTube. Yep, yep.
So there's that. All right, folks, we will catch
you next time here inside Studio 2009. Happy
New Year, folks. Here's hoping 2026 is an awesome
year for everybody, and I'm just ready to hit
the reset button and just start new, just start
fresh. Hopefully next year is better than this
one was. So there you go, folks. The Holiday
Diary from Massachusetts to Florida. And maybe
next year sometime in the summer we will get
the From Florida to Wherever from Chaos. New
England. Yeah, there you go. That's going to
be interesting. All right, folks, we're going
to get the heck out of here. Catch you next time
here inside Studio 2009, only on the Geekcast
Radio Network. Bye. Hey. If any of you are looking
for any last -minute gift ideas for me, I have
one. I like Frank Shirley, my boss, right here
tonight. I want him brought from his happy holiday
slumber over there on Melody Lane with all the
other rich people. And I want him brought right
here, with a big ribbon on his head. And I want
to look him straight in the eye, and I want to
tell him what a cheap, lying, no -good, rotten,
four -flushing, low -life, snake -licking, dirt
-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood...
Sucking, dog -kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless,
heartless, fat -ass, bug -eyed, stiff -legged,
spotty -lipped, worm -headed sack of monkey shit
he is. Hallelujah! Holy shit! Where's the Tylenol?