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We live in a society exquisitely dependent on science and technology, in which hardly anyone knows anything about science and technology.


Another day, another year, ANOTHER pre-post. I have even had to resort to posting one of Jennifer's photographs!

Here you can see the lads sharing a bowl of grapes. Well, actually, they are playing poker with grapes as the pot. The problem with these two is that Henry favours a straight game of seven card stud, whereas Ezra prefers a variation of Oxford stud with a complex mix of a kill game and wild cards. Consequently, I have had to implement a rule in which their guns (Christmas presents) are not allowed on their person while a game is underway.

It really is like Deadwood in these parts of late.

Onto technical matters, I can assure you that if the computer is not yet fixed, and the computer robot dude is still posting this, my New Year's resolution will involve fixing it. I do hope to have found the Windows XP disks that Henry has stashed away somewhere by that time.

If not, I fear that the rss feeds will now be at two thousand, and I expect to be at least twelve hours behind the latest EPIC FAIL shark LOL that has hit the global village.

I really hate being behind the times in terms of EPIC FAIL shark LOLs. It makes me feel like less of a person.
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Ann said…
Happy Near Year to you and yours, Kris. I don't comment often but enjoy reading your blog when I can.
1 January 2009 at 12:36
Neva said…
What lovely children......very nice.
2 January 2009 at 08:55
Kitty said…
ha, these kids will have nothing but fond memories to look back on.

happy 2009!
2 January 2009 at 15:54
USelaine said…
I know nothing of such sharks, and fear them ever approaching my threshold. Do they eat iMacs?
2 January 2009 at 16:15
Kris McCracken said…
Ann, great to hear!

Neva, the are OK.

Kitty, I dunno, anger and resentment at their public humiliation?

Elaine, the eat PCs as a rule.
5 January 2009 at 12:15
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