Last one out of the Kinjaverse, turn out the lights.
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What rolls down stairs, alone or in pairs, runs over the neighbors dog; It's great for a snack, it fit's on your back, it's log, LOG, LOG!


Why I do believe that is a picture of a log, even. I guess a log would be considered wood. So, I've got wood, and I need sheep. Who has sheep for my wood?

Yes I did just insert a Settlers of Catan joke in there. I played the game once and found it to be boring. I guess I'm just not into bored games. (spelling is correct...) My sister and brother in law play them constantly. They have groups of friends over, and even have a special game room in their house. I'm not making fun of it, I'm just saying I'm not into it as much as they are.


But then, I collect rocks with dead things in them, so, I shouldn't talk.

Speaking of which.....I haven't had a good fossil post in a long time. I should bore you all with one of those again someday.


Today is, as you all know, Tell The Truth Tuesday. The time has come for me to reveal the truth behind yesterdays post.

SURVEY SAYS: True. Granted, using lard to grease up the rifle cartridges wasn't the only reason the Sepoy revolted. There were many contributing factors. But it was, shall we say, the straw that broke the camels back. It also led to the break up of the East India Company.


After the revolt was put down, the government finally began to realize that having a private corporation running a country wasn't a great idea. So, in 1858, the government took control of India. And did just as good a job running it as the East India Company did. That is to say, not a good job at all.

When Ghandi began his work for independence, he used the Sepoy Mutiny as an example of the foreign rulers not understanding, or caring, about their subject people and not respecting their beliefs.


So, it was true. Lard on bullets started a year long revolt that killed thousands.

Last year around this time I told you about a tradition that originated in the Catalan region of Spain. It involved an extra little figurine added to nativity scenes called a Caganer. This was a figurine of a man pooping.


Since I told you about it last year, I won't repeat myself and tell you about it this year. So....don't read the preceding paragraph. And if you already read it, purge the memory from your mind.

Today I am going to tell you about another Catalonian tradition. It's called Tio de Nadal. That translates to Christmas Log.


As you can see from the picture I supplied, it's a cute little log with a cheery face painted on one end. It's built so it's propped up on front legs, and traditionally it's nose will be 3D. Beginning of the Feast of the Immaculate Conception, (December 8th), the Tio de Nadal is set up with a plate in front of it, and it is 'fed' small pieces of food. it then get's covered with a blanket at night so it won't get cold while sleeping.

This continues until Christmas. And that's when the odd starts.

The common name for Tio de Nadal is 'Caga Tio'. (anyone notice that Caga is also the root of the word Caganer?) Caga Tio translates, literally, to 'shitting log'.


This poor log. On Christmas, it's placed partially in the fire. Just it's ass-end, mind. And it's encouraged to poop. This is where presents come from.


But get's better.....

These days, fewer and fewer houses have fireplaces. So, the Tio de Nadal is just set in the middle of the room. The children are told to go into another part of the house to pray that Tio will bring lot's of presents. (this is when adults do the magic of putting small gifts under the blanket).


The kids then come back and encourage Tio to poop. How do they do that? Why, they sing it songs and beat it with sticks.

Caga tió,

caga torró,

avellanes i mató,

si no cagues bé

et daré un cop de bastó.

caga tió!

So....what's the translation of that?

Shit, log,

shit nougats,

hazelnuts and mato cheese,

if you don't shit well,

I'll hit you with a stick.

Shit, log.

Now remember, these are little children singing this song, not a group of drunken adults.


If you ask me, this is about as close as any Christmas tradition has come to representing the modern attitude towards Christmas. 'Give me what I want or I'll beat you!'.

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