Hey, who the fuck keeps messing with my Christmas blocks?

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Whatever. Have a happy one anyway.

How to make a hit Christmas Pop Song.

Brett Domino is a musical genius. I am now fully prepared for making my own hit Christmas Pop Song despite a total lack of talent in the songwriting or the instrument playing normally associated with music creation. That’s how amazing this instructional video is.

Check it:

That song is going to be stuck in my head for the rest of the day now.

Things IT people never say.

Here’s a cute video. Many of these, but not all, are truth.

Many of these are things I have said — “submitting multiple tickets actually does get it done faster” — though in a much more sarcastic fashion making it clear that I am not actually suggesting that approach. I have said that I love Windows and not in a mocking way. Of the available options these days, it’s grown to be one of the best and its flaws do keep me employed.

Several of the lines literally made me laugh out loud. “It’s not about the money, I do it for the chicks” and “I can’t find any guys to play video games with me” being two of them.  I have sincerely said that I feel very appreciated here rather recently. The folks where I work today really do show their appreciation for the job that I do. Though that’s admittedly a rare thing in my career. I have also said that something took less time than I expected it to, but that’s because I often overestimate how long something will take just in case something unexpected pops up during the process. I’ve also said thank you and thanks for being patient, especially when I didn’t overestimate how long something was going to take and something unexpected popped up.

That said, it’s a cute video with much truth in it.

Theories on God.

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By Jonathan Rosenberg over at Scenes From A Multiverse

Jonathan posted this comic last year and I’ve had it bookmarked forever waiting for the proper post to use it on and then I decided it deserved its own post. It’s eerily similar to actual conversations I’ve had with True Believers™. You should go read Scenes From A Multiverse a lot. It’s quite good. Though there are some comics I don’t quite grasp. Probably because I’m not as smart as Jonathan is. Still, it’s worth reading even those.

This is a familiar scene at dinner time in the Jenkins’ house.

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Sometimes a little role reversal can be enlightening.

Comedian Daniel-Ryan Spaulding has put together a little video titled “If Gay Guys Said the Shit Straight People Say…” that does an excellent job of putting the shoe on the other foot.

The sad part is, I’ve heard actual people say these actual things to actual gay people. I’ve also had some of them said to me online when I’ve called people out for using bigoted language in voice chat. In particular the line about “I don’t mean gay as in homophobic, but as in stupid” line.

Oh yeah, I’m still around.

Keep starting blog entries and then dropping them because they’re not going the way I want them to and I can’t seem to fix them. So here’s a funny picture that sums up the burden of having a beard:

funny-beard-Duck-Dynasty-questionsYeah, it can be tough being me at times.

 

Movies vs Life!

Movies are cool. People in movies are cool. You’ll never be as cool as the people in movies:

And the inevitable sequel:

Real life kinda sucks in comparison.

And now a little seasonal music: President Obama sings “Jingle Bells.”

Who knew he was so festive?

 

The joy of cats at Christmas time.

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We tossed our old artificial Christmas tree last year because it was looking pretty battle weary from years of being in the same house with cats. I had planned to buy a new one during the summer off-season, but it didn’t happen. Now it’s looking like we won’t have one this year at all which makes me sad, but not as sad as my cats who have noticed that the outdoor lights are up and glowing. That usually means the tree of shiny things that tinkle when you knock them down is usually not far behind. They are very confused by the lack of the tree of shiny things.