‘Twas the next billing cycle, and havoc was wrought
To our finances by all the stuff that we’d bought.
I tried to be good; I strove to be frugal;
Still, you would think that I thought I owned Google. (more…)
‘Twas the next billing cycle, and havoc was wrought
To our finances by all the stuff that we’d bought.
I tried to be good; I strove to be frugal;
Still, you would think that I thought I owned Google. (more…)

I am not fond of the Christmas clock.
Can I just say that right now, and kinda get it out there in the open? I love Christmas, and I have no problem with clocks as a general rule, but the combination is simply not to be borne.
It’s just a little clock, about eight inches high, standard Christmas motif. Every hour, on the hour, it plays a Christmas carol.
How sweet.
Not really, no. (more…)
So let me get this straight.
You kill a tree, or hire someone to do it for you.
You drag said dead tree into your house, rearranging the furniture so as to give it a place of prominence. You then proceed to cover it with lights, pieces of colored glass and tin, and bits and bobs of food and fluff.
And why is this, exactly? (more…)