After negotiating a new plan and phone out of fido, I not only have the ability to actually hear what is being said through the phone from my apartment, but it now also plays Haddaway's What is love when I get a call.

The future is grand.

Every year I think I ask for a pretty reasonable gift for christmas and usually I'm horribly disappointed, but this year I finally got what I asked for.

To everyone who still has the misfortune of reading this blog, Merry Christmas to all of you.

And for the rest of you who don't believe in christ and christmas, enjoy your eternal damnation.

Monster.com has a great piece on Office Holiday Party Etiquette, almost all of which I seem to have ignored last thursday as I drank my body weight in free booze as rapidly as possible, commented on stage that the VP of my group was delicious, jumpkicked myself in the head for a transfixed audience, and also accepted the best sense of humor award that I nominated myself for, writing in the third person but still signing it myself.

All in all, it was a right proper end to a good year.

I was witness to a mob style beating as 5 or 6 individuals sent fists and belts raining down on a lone target after a very tense skytrain ride from downtown. Despite being morally opposed to mob beatings, I wasn't in the mood to get my ass kicked for a stranger who was undoubtedly at least partially responsible for the ass whupping he was now on the wrong end of.

Not even a month ago I was sitting with a friend in a donut shop at 3am watching two young guys trying to end each other over some bullshit indiginity that was supposedly incurred.

Watching strangers throw themselves into violence made me wonder how little some people valued their own lives. I've got too many things to do still and too much love to feel and give before I become scattered ashes.

The conversation with the clerk at futureshop while spark was buying a wii controller:

her: Would you like to buy the extended warranty for this?

me: Does it cover things like the controller flying out of your hand and destroying itself against a wall?

her: No, because that would be your fault.

me: No, I mean if you were just sitting on there on the couch not doing anything and it just got up out of your hand and smashed itself.

her: Uhhh...

me: That's got batteries in it right? It's practically a living thing. You don't know what it's going to do.