Friday, December 29, 2017

War of Fog

A quick guide to fog levels:  "Mysterious mist" fog (a vampire tries to look intimidating); "Pea soup" fog (a guy tries to see with a flashlight);  "Rudolph's fighting off Dementors" fog (ditto).

It might just be me, but it seems like we've had an unusual amount of fog around my house this month.  Thankfully it hasn't yet reached Stage 3, or I'd have a lot more to worry about than just getting to work on time. 

Friday, December 22, 2017

Capricorn Christmas

A man comes to deliver holiday cookies to his neighbors, only to discover that a goat has climbed up into their Christmas tree.  Man: Hi!  I, uh...  How exactly...?  Woman: Don't ask.

The cats who climb the Christmas tree have been officially one-upped.  Who needs tinsel and candy canes when there's an entire tree to nibble on?

As an interesting coincidence, it really is the time when the Sun is traditionally in the constellation of Capricorn.  Or at least according to the tropical zodiac timeline.  By the sidereal zodiac timeline, it won't be in Capricorn until January.  And if you have no idea what I'm talking about, that's okay.  I had to look it up too.  But either way, it doesn't matter.  Goats can and will happily cause havoc at any time of the year.  Bonus points if they can be adorable at the same time. 

Saturday, December 16, 2017

Vows of Folly

A student announcer reads the morning announcements:  I'd like to thank everyone for participating in the school fundraiser.  As your reward, we'll be playing Christmas music over the loudspeakers all through today, which will stop only if an additional $500 is raised.  We'll start off with "The Coventry Carol..."  Students:  What.  Announcer:  ...followed by "Christmas Shoes."  Students:  What?  Announcer:  And then to spice things up, we'll play "Dominick the Donkey."  The students start gearing up with festive battle accessories.  Announcer (as aforementioned students are coming up behind him):  Again, we thank you all for your generous donations, and... Uh-oh.

In the name of goodwill and merriment, we smite thee!!!

A depressing song, an obnoxiously depressing song, and a depressingly obnoxious song.  The first is pretty easy to tune out, and can be snuck into a playlist without attracting attention.  The other two are an entirely different matter.  They're probably not the worst Christmas songs in existence, but you'd still be severely pressing your luck should you choose to play them when those listening are able to find your current location so that they may apply either a 2x4 or a fruitcake to your skull. 

Friday, December 8, 2017

Wrap Battle

Santa's elves have a wrapping paper war.  One was out of the loop and calls Santa:  Sir, about the Wrapping Department situation...  I, uh... I think I missed something.
 
The elves tend to be under a lot more pressure to stay on the "nice" list than regular folks.  So the fact that Santa hasn't bothered to put an end to this yet means they're probably still safe.  And possibly possess super clean-up magic so this sort of thing isn't as big of a deal as it looks, in which case I'm very jealous. 

Friday, December 1, 2017

End of User

A guy is installing a program and reaches the end-user license agreement page.  He's about to hit the "I accept" button, but his sister asks, "What, you're going to accept it without reading it?"   He complains that it's twenty pages long, but she replies with, "It's the right thing to do."  "Ugh... fine."  He discovers a bunch of interesting stuff within:  "After accepting this agreement you are contractually obligated to perform the chicken dance" and "Screencaps may be distributed if you first submit a photo of yourself stroking a fluffy cat" and "Anyone who modifies or distributes the code without the consent of the developers will be required to freeze-dry, package, and ship himself to our griffin-breeding facility" (freeze-dried gamer!) and "Should you use a copy of this software not lawfully obtained, your bank account will be confiscated by Indonesian vampires, and your name will be placed on Santa's naughty list for the next six years" ("Yup.").  After sitting in stunned silence, the sister asks, "Can I work for this company?"  The boy replies, "Chicken dance with me first."

Ah, the end-user license agreement. That gargantuan, hodge-podged legal document of dubious legality we are supposed to wade through and agree to before using a program, but rarely do in practice. I actually do at least skim through EULAs, mostly because one time I read through one on impulse and discovered a chunk of information that was immediately useful. It's probably a good policy given that if rumors are true, there's at least one company who claimed the user's soul as part of the agreement (as a joke), and another who claimed the right to hack into the webcams of users with bootleg copies of their program (not as a joke).