I have to say that this Christmas found me considerably enriched, both in the thought that went into my gifts and in the time I spent with my family.
Being Norse, one expects the pantheon of Valhallan deities to present a certain phenotype – blond, blue eyes, white skin and a superhuman tolerance for lutefisk.
I’ve come to the conclusion that I am lacking a suitable hobby.
Q: If you could choose ten people to have a drink with, from any point in history, who would they be and why?
Huzzah, my company has thrown us all a little chicken bone to gnaw on. Here’s what I can do with it: Buy a decent bottle of scotch Use it for Christmas presents Waste it on an Xbox Kinect Buy some ammo for my guns Purchase all the snacks on one whole shelf in the dollar store… Continue reading »