Dec 182008
- The boys helped Lea with the Christmas tree last week, and Lea went back for a little straightening afterward. Nathan ambled in and said “Why are you doing that? Oh, I know. So you won’t be humiliated in front of your friends.” Ouch. Just can’t believe Lea and I would have crass, to-the-point kids, can you?
- It’s Christmas feast and Dirty Santa day at work. It’s my favorite work event next to our annual tailgate party to kick off college football season.
- The year of reunions continues. This evening it’s an after-work beer with Daniel, who’s in town for a class. He and I were both in the low brass section in the Oxford band. I haven’t seen him in 22 years.
- While chatting with a colleague this week, I actually used the phrase “holiday shopping.” Ick. I’ve never said that before.
- Would you rather go without sex or Internet access for two weeks? Sheesh, you know, I think I’d sack sex without a thought. Sex would definitely beat out television, though. Well, you know, probably. Is it during college football season?
- Want to know a scary new word? Cyveillance. You’re welcome.
- In October, Fermilab scientists joined a growing number of physicists around the world in warning that the Very Large Earth Collider—a $117 billion electromagnetic particle accelerator built to study astronomical phenomena by colliding Earth into various heavenly bodies—could potentially destroy Earth when it sends the planet careening headlong into Mars, Jupiter, or even the sun.
- I’ve only taken two whole weeks off once before. I’m looking forward to it. I’ll hang with the boys. I’ll geocache. I’ll cross some things off a realistic to-do list.
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Well you can count me in that 30% of men who’d rather have their internet. Let’s just say I’m past the age where I’d forego food and sit in the rain just for the chance at a piece of tail.
What exactly does Dirty Santa mean? Is this like Bob the “chubby” santa in the Enzyte commercials?
Nope, sorry – I’ll take sex any day of the week.
Cheryl: Dirty Santa is getting a bunch of people together, each of whom brings a (wrapped) gift and draws a number. The person who drew #1 selects a gift and unwraps it. The person who drew #2 can either unwrap another wrapped gift, or steal the unwrapped gift from person #1. Then, #3 can either unwrap another wrapped gift, or steal the unwrapped gift from either person #1 or person #2, etc. A gift can have a limited number of owners, after which point it’s “dead” and can’t be stolen anymore. We play that the third owner has it forever.
It’s a fun way to exchange gifts without just swapping names. I got a bottle of 360 vodka.
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