Play St. Patrick's Day Polygone - within the allotted time, find the polygons within the pictures. They're slightly out of place, so they're easy to see. Unless you see that way already. In which case, you have more problems than I can solve on this blog. Start by putting down the green beer.
Say, what a coincidence! On Monday in the comments, Anthony complained that Swedes aren't getting equal attention - and today, this appears in the Beancounters Email Stash. Hmm.
Into a Stockholm pub comes Henrik Sedin, looking like
he'd just been run over by a train. His arm is in a sling, his nose is broken,
his face is cut and bruised and he's walking with a limp.
"What happened to you?" asks Jan-Ove, the bartender.
"Gunnar Lundqvist and me had a fight," says Henrik.
"That little skräp, Lundqvist," says Jan-Ove, "He couldn't do that to
you, he must have had something in his hand."
"That he did," says Henrik, "a shovel is what he had, and a
terrible omgång he gave me with it."
"Well," says Jan-Ove, "you should have defended yourself. Didn't you have something
in your hand?"
"That I did," said Henrik. "Fru Lundqvist's breast, and a thing
of beauty it was, but useless in a fight."
Tonight and tomorrow my family will be on the road and exchanging gifts up and down the Central Valley. I'm going to do my level best to stay off the computer on Thursday and Friday. Maybe just Thursday. Thursday morning. Thursday early morning. Well, you know what I mean. Quality time spent exclusively in the Analog World is in order.
So I'd like to take the opportunity today to wish everybody a very Merry Christmas. You're all terrific, and I enjoy your company so much!
Here are a few things from me to you, to make the season brighter.
NORAD tracks Santa - as of this writing, Santa is over North Korea. According to @Santaispissed, "Number one requested gift here is a damn New Kids on the Block CD."
I've got it. A nice harmless flash game. All you have to do is feed Mr. Sproutifarts his Brussel sprouts while keeping his, er, wind, well below the danger level. There now. Wasn't it worth stopping by?
Every year, Alek Komarnitsky of Lafayette, Colorado decorates the outside of his house with Christmas lights. [click the pic to biggify]
Amazing, wot? And here we were satisfied to put up one string and decorate our hedges this year.
Yes, he does all this to his house, his lawn, his driveway, his roof. And then he REALLY goes crazy. He sets up three webcams, and an X10 powerline control technology system that lets his viewers control the 20,000+
lights. They can even mess with Giant Santa and Homer Simpson, and make Hulk roar. Of course, with all the visitors, you can never be sure you control the lights at any given time. And the website is a bit confusing visually. But it's all in the spirit of holiday fun.
The Komarnitskys put this together every year in part to raise money to fight Celiac Disease, which both his children have. Alek says they've raised $30,000 toward research so far. Also, Alek wants us to know this house could be certified by Al Gore - the electricity for the decorations comes from wind power. It's an inconvenient truth! So be sure and visit the amazing webcam house online every evening, from now until Christmas.
Walking through a snowy village somewhere in the UK, you feel pleasantly squiffed from all the sherry you've consumed this evening. All is quiet, except for the inexplicable sound of banjo music. You shift the rifle in your arms. Suddenly, you hear a strange sound. You turn, blinking, and you see before you a chilling sight. Can it be ...? It's turkeys - strange, UK-type turkeys, banshee turkeys capable of bounding from over the horizon, coming right at you. You try to bring your rifle to bear, feeling alone as never before, knowing that no one can save you. The only thing standing between you and certain death is your own aim. You fire, and fire again, the peace of the village is rent asunder, and still they come, until you are overwhelmed. It is then that you resolve to take on the turkeys again, but this time, you swear you will not drink so much sherry.
Candy code, for letting other kids know what to expect at the front door. I can see my daughter and her friends using candy code. But then they'd get carried away and start writing lengthy missives instead. "Beware! There is a Mastiff named Sebastian living here! Woe to any who dare approach yon portal of doom" etc. They'd take so much time at the task, they'd forget to come home.
Are you getting ready for Halloween? My daughter is. She's throwing a trick-or-treat and slumber party, and has been scouring the 'net for games and other party ideas. Please visit her blog and see what she's found so far ...
An' what be yer pirate name, matey? Mine be TAX EVADIN' MARIE READ. 'Tis a name dear to me heart, it is. For 'twas given to me by me mates, when I passed me CPA exams an' became Ship's Accountant. Aye, a proud day fer any pirate. - What? Did I hear yez a-sniggerin', ye scurvy dog? Ye'd best be believin' that no self-respectin' pirate'd be caught dead sailin' the Seven Seas without a ship's accountant. Them pieces o' eight don' count themselves, y'know. And then there's the tax-sheltered annuities t'be managin' fer th' crew ...
Isn't she a dish? Ahem! Terribly sorry. Not that one expresses one's admiration of British royalty in such familiar terms.
I love how she informs us she's inviting us into her home for a few casual minutes, then proceeds to give the most stilted speech I've ever heard. More speeches and historical video footage may be found on the new Royal Channel. [via Neatorama]
I don't remember this very often, but in point of fact, Aussies celebrate Christmas during the heat of summer. And according to the old song Six White Boomers, Santa doesn't use reindeer to pull his sleigh in Australia because they can't stand the heat. He uses six old kangaroos instead. Of course! (No word on PETA's stand on this potentially controversial issue, but we can just imagine.) [via Boot]