Once you decide—just for the holidays—to not be a snarky prick, your black heart'll burst from the open awesomeness. Like me. I caroled inside Kiehl's applying Crème de Corps the entire time. I slurped zero-carb nog at Doobie's and sledded atop a mound of Kobe beef outside Barclay Prime. I wassailed on the steps of Bar Noir. Heck, I feel so ch-ch-eery I very nearly kissed Bart Blatstein under the mistletoe, sent Howard Eskin a Chrismahanukwanza card and considered sharing a Wing Bowl-like chicken slurp with Richard Rys. Obviously, love conquers all. … Radio-oe-oe-e-o: Philly expat Anita Gevinsen jocks the mic (as much as that station's mic can be jocked) as guest DJ on WMGK—2 to 7 p.m. Dec. 23 through Jan. 3. "With weekends off for bad behavior," says she. Bad behavior? Don't sleep with her, boys. She'll write a book about you 'n' get Jon Valania to toss in oldrockguy words. Plus, I rumor it, it happens: Jerry Blavat, WXPN, The Geator's Rock and Roll, Rhythm & Blues Express, starting Saturday, Jan. 7. "I'm letting loose on this one," says Blavat about the rare, raw goodness he's bringing to JonathaBrookeland. … Germantown's fav-o-rite Interpol-meets-Black Sabbath-esque trio, Bumrunner, not only has an impressive debut EP readied with twiddles courtesy Brian McTear: Dago gal/songwriter Lydia Giordano's bunch got visits at The Fire from Epic, Epitaph and etc. Since nobody goes to The Fire unless they have to (siiiike) the A&R guys hadda be there for da Bums. … Don't turn your back on Dice Raw. No sooner than his indie-rawk act Disease play The Five Spot, Dice changes their name to Noveau Riche and commences recording an album for '06. … Maybe TLA Releasing snagged a big indie, Three Dancing Slaves. Maybe its distribution arm won rights to David Lynch's Dumbland and Eraserhead (more footage of the alien baby splooging on the radiator!). But TLA lost their longtime executive legal council, lawyer Jackie Borock. Sob. "It's nothing horrible," says Borock. "I left of my own volition for greener pastures." Those pastures being some big-name projects (some with a few locals) she cannot discuss. … While GFS Music's JG offers a vibey "O Holy Night" with Ashley Thomas (www.gfsmusic.com/christmas), its long-on-break Moqita is on the move. Along with the Om label's online comp Discovery Volume 1: Downtempo (www.emusic.com/album/10875/10875692.html) featuring Moqita's "Flute Box" and "No More Sand in My Lipbalm," Tokyo Dawn Records' Renovations features the trashy "Backdoor Girl." Not enough? Find their bossa nova cover of The Cure's "Boys Don't Cry" at www.myspace.com/moqita. … DICKHEAD-O-THE-WEEK? Greasy Phillies outfielder Jason Michaels for hitting a cop outside a Blender mag party at 32° over the summer? The judge that let him off the hook? Or 32° if they ever let that prick into their bar again? … Watch the skies when Kenn Kweder plays Kelliann's (don't tell me—it's an Irish Bar) Dec 22. Weeks ago at Tin Angel, our venerablist miserablest did a verrry drunken 20-minute version of The Doors' "The End" after which he told audiences he'd never do original music aaaa-gaaain. "I'm all for other people expressing themselves … but am 100 percent against my own self-expression. Self-expression for me, Kenn Kweder, is evil. Hence, this is the absolute last time I will be playing any songs I have written, ever! Some people give up drinking, some give up smoking, I give up expressing myself. It is against Kenn Kweder's law for him to express himself." (His photog/PR lady Irma Cope gave me his verbatim quote.) Kweder's take—after the hangover? "I was pretty far out there that night. I meant what I said when I said it, but not sure right now. It's pretty complex what I feel." … Philly-gone-Brooklyn popster Bill Ricchini is rumored to be moving back home Jan. 1. Apparently he got an offer from a local ad agency for a nice day job. Hit www.billricchini.com/BRcom_html/brMP3/music1.mp3 to hear Bill and BC Camplight at their Christmas best. … When Arnold Schwarzenegger's buddy, bon vivant/birthday boy Harry Jay Katz, hosted his gal-pal Debra Cruz's buddy Patti Long Diego (assistant to Guam's governor), Diego got quickly enthralled by HJK's Schwarzenegger memorabilia. Lotsa snaps on lotsa walls. On the phone goes Harry: "I asked Arnold if he could send personalized autographed photos to Patti and her son and he quickly complied." But each photo came with curious disclaimers: "This photograph is a gift from the governor and is for personal use and enjoyment of the recipient only. It may not be used for any other purpose. It may not be sold, duplicated, altered in any way or used for any political or promotional purpose without the advance express written consent of Gov. Schwarzenegger. If this photograph is used in an unauthorized manner, the governor shall have the right to enjoin its use." Don't eBay Ahhhnold. … And get your mistletoe b-day pucker ready. Not only is it smooches to Bookbinders' Bi Ngo, Glam's Dominic Cosenza (nize "Naughty or Nice" bash last Friday) and Plain Parade's Sara Sherr (her Dumpsta Players went to Southwest Philly in cel-o-bration); send a kiss to Jesus, y'all. That's why it's Christmas, chil'run.