Happy holidays, from Iorek Byrnison

Today the Current has made manifest what a billion movie-watchers, even The New York Times' Manohla Dargis, imagined. Why else do they send us promotional goodies? (Though not the rumored Beowulf blanket -- thanks a lot.)

Iorek Byrnison: Doh-di-doh, walking in the snow ...

IB: Things have been so quiet around here since I butchered and ate all of my kind ... where's a refreshing beverage to wash things down when you need one?

`Snow crunches, crunches, crunches ...`

IB: What's that? Dost my snout deceive me? Could it really be ... a ... you know what?

IB: Good heavens, yes!

IB: I will forever be in the service of whatever delicious creature so nobly left this, oh -- it's ... just ... over ... that ... hill ...

IB: Grrrr ... `and leap!`

IB: Fuck yeah.

* This has been a Chushley production.