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Long ago, I swore a solemn oath that I would never allow one of these to cross my threshold.
Today, that oath was broken. Goodness knows what the punishment will be...
November 21, 2007 in Scattered Musings | Permalink
Someone curses you with an e-book reader?
Sherman Dorn |
November 21, 2007 at 07:02 PM
Is the problem that it's a menorah or that it's electric?
November 21, 2007 at 07:17 PM
It's the electric bit. Jewish kitsch at its finest!
November 21, 2007 at 07:39 PM
Traditional electric menorah? That's the real headspinner!
On the other hand, with cats? Much, much safer!
November 21, 2007 at 08:44 PM
The words 'a bit naff' do spring to mind...
November 22, 2007 at 03:18 AM
I think it looks like a thing of beauty.
Adam Roberts |
November 22, 2007 at 03:44 AM
but, but, WHY, LP? Allergic to wax? It's true that in some parts of the world it amounts to a miracle if the electricity stays on, but I don't think it's come to that in upstate New York.
November 22, 2007 at 10:26 AM
In the Lodz Ghetto during the Holocaust, Jews were forbidden to possess a menorah -- so many dug holes in potatoes, filled the holes with oil, and lighted the oil. Yours is nicer, and you can leave it in your window all night.
November 22, 2007 at 07:09 PM
So it's either risk fire and angry cats, or use more electricity?
November 23, 2007 at 07:37 PM
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