’tis the season, therefore whenever I must brave a store I armor myself with a Zune and some loudish music to drown out the Pavlovian Chorus that drives our economy.
Otherwise, I start making up words in my head, like
Elmo roasting on an open fire . . .
Good King Wenceslas came to town
Looking for a brothel . . .
I’m sure this makes me a bad person, especially since I don’t buy much, and I clip coupons when I do.
What does this have to do with hacking, or dadding? Not much. I think I’m still recovering from the last couple years of mucking about with Kinect. I should be fully into the swing of things when the sun next shows its rosy face here in Seattle and I can stop the vitamin D supplements for a while.