OMG, it's ZAPPADAN, already...

Although I suppose that it's unlikely that any state within which you legally reside allows you to host an official Zappadan celebrations, n'est-ce pas? And knowing you, I suppose you'll forget to vote, won't you? Oh, you already forgot? Well, it was only for your local representatives, which have no influence aside from your state representatives, who might be porking your federal representatives, but never mind!, next time is better, you get double bonus points for not participating! Who are the brain police? A culture based on art is not a reality, and so we celebrate Frank. In many ways, he was a poseur, much like the rest of us except for the talent part, but what the hell, we do him up, December 4 through December 21, death to birth, stuffed in memory like a cinema Mafioso but presented like a saint... From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia This article is about the Zapptist celebration during the opening of Zappadan. The first (or 17th) day of Zappadan was originally known as Enttäuschung Nacht - German for 'bummer night' - but over the years it has been Americanized to the much simpler BummerNacht. This being the anniversary of Mister Zappa's death, the original meaning is rather obvious, and we shall not delve further into it here. Far from being a day of mourning, however, it is a day of great joy, for Zapptists know that a mere seventeen days later, on December 21st (Zero Day), Frank Zappa was born. Traditionally, children are not allowed to participate in the celebration of BummerNacht, although teenagers are winked at if they decide to 'run down to the library and not return until some ungodly hour of the night'. Celebrants are often seen cavorting to the exotic sound of the Mystery Horn while gorging on burnt weenie sandwiches and guzzling white port and lemon juice.

Random video that you don't need to watch, coupled with an amazing
medley from Uncle Meat. It's Zappadan, have a smoke and a cuppa joe.