I won family-game-night Scrabble™ tonight, but it was on kind of a bullshit 30-point triple-word-score word that's only arguably a word. My sympathies, Becks.
"Amusing Ourselves to Death," is it? How sad that in the hurly-burly of our modern lives, no one has a moment to spare to remember the birth of our Savior, or sit in quiet contemplation in the company of friends and family.
You should all play WoW together.
Get the biggest aluminum tree you can find, Minneapolitan, maybe painted pink.
my sister and i actually did quite a lot of bonding today by watching random youtube clips and laughing hysterically for hours. so, the internets, they're not all bad.
Yeah, my mom and I are watching Anderson Cooper being interviewed by Larry King, while I diddle around on the laptop. I think this counts as bonding.
I think that "watching the TiVo" is a category error here. Self-isolation with the help of the television well predates all this internet crap.
I'm doing much like Ogged's 7. Dad and I are watching the History Channel while I mess around on my laptop.
My sister and I have been bonding over watching a million episodes of The Office, multiple films, and telling eachother stories. I wanted to have a game night, but the only game I want to play is Trivial Pursuit (because I think I might now finally have a chance to beat her), but she doesn't have it.
You're not actually doing stuff, it's all just distracting yourselves from the war. Rich says so.
I won family-game-night Scrabble™ tonight, but it was on kind of a bullshit 30-point triple-word-score word that's only arguably a word. My sympathies, Becks.
Quijibo, (noun) A big dumb balding North American ape with no temper.
My niece asked me how to start blogging. She's 4 years underage for Myspace, though. Suggestions?
12, you totally misspelled kwijibo.
I don't recommend playing with God. It isn't that he cheats, exactly. But the other night we were in the middle of a game, I was about thirty points up, and He emptied out his rack. ZWEEGHB. Double word score and the fifty-point bonus.
"Zweeghb?" I said.
"Is that a challenge?"
"Well..." If you challenge God and you're wrong, you lose the points and get turned into a pillar of salt.
"Look outside," He said. So I did. Sure enough, there was a zweeghb out there, eating the rosebushes, like Thurber's unicorn.
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My niece asked me how to start blogging. She's 4 years underage for Myspace, though. Suggestions?
Seriously, I would have her consider opendiary.com. It's a nice community that isn't too big but big enough. And she'll get lots of feedback from people, unlike blogger where if you don't write a lot or have tons of links you get nothing. I've been there for a long time as a personal journal and have made some really good friends.
I was really amused when a friend of mine, whose family takes Christmas pretty seriously, starting IMing in the evening---since in normal life, he's never online after 5, having not internet at his house. But at his parents there's DSL and it's always on. :-)
Anyway, I just checked into wishes y'all a Merry Christmas.
Actually, we did spend an awful lot of time all clustered around the computer, watching and rewatching the Jay-Z Water for Life clips I had blogged about earlier. (Too much of my own medicine?) Three was something sort of holiday-esque about that. My Mom finally decided that if everyone was going to keep coming in to her room and using her computer to do that (it has the best sound/screen), they might as well make a donation to Unicef for her trouble, so she took an empty tissue box and rigged up a donation can with a sign over her desk "welcome to my cybercafe. $.25 per minute please." odd to carry a wallet around one's own house.
We've been googling the ships my grandfather sailed in during the Second World War, which is a nice compromise between family and teh interwebs. Still, this was officially The Christmas My Mum was Online.
Hm. I Googled my ex-father-in-law's ship (the USS Intrepid) for my ex-wife.
We're trying to persuade him to get a computer.