Christmas Card to Eric Schaeffer

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Louise on the Left would just like to wish Eric Schaeffer the warmest Merry Christmas ever for being the sole reason my humble blog still kicks ass.

Truly, you alone are the number one subject driving the most traffic to my humble blog. I'm not sure why that is, or why my blog ranks higher on Google for your name than your own (very underwritten, frankly) blog. But, no matter:

Namaste, Eric. Yes, Namaste.

Thank you for making 2009 a year in which at least one subject has been so effortless to blog about.

I look forward 2010 to channel more of my inner "Margaret Dumont."

If you don't get what this means, just stay up late one night pigging out on Ne-mo bars, watching TCM and maybe you'll catch something by the Marx Bros. Perhaps then you'll see the connection, Or not. But, basically, nobody will ever be quite as good at being horrified by you as I am.

And in the 2010, I look forward to viewing "Gravity" -- the new Starz comedy about suicide. Send me a promo kit. I promise to let you know what I think.

Gosh. Well, Happy Holidays and Merry 2010 and the best of luck with an astonishing career which I am grateful has given me so very much joy to write about. Maybe I'll revisit my plan to actually read your book, this time!

Oh, and please give Mark Ebner a big, fat, juicy (and rather sincere) kiss for me, too.

Yours truly,

Mrs. Dumont.

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