Meet The Fuckers

Yeah, we're the two responsible for this site. Ironman drove all the way from Ottawa yesterday and spent the night. We had a great day. His Christmas present to me was a walking stick with an optional polonium hypodermic slot so I could Litvinenko you if I so desired.

Actually, it has a dual function as a monopod and since I got my macro lens and my Speedlite flash for my Rebel T3 it's gonna come in handy.

Yours Truly

I actually broke my own rule and downed a couple of glasses of excellent Louis Bouillot champagne. You will recall I went on the wagon last February. At first it was hard, even a preoccupation, but nowadays I rarely think about alcohol and I don't miss it at all. It's actually amazing, though, that I am able, from time to time (with months in between) to still have a couple of glasses and then go back to teetotalling. It's the best of all possible worlds. Still, just those two or three glasses last night did make me lethargic and cotton-mouthed this morning -- a condition I do NOT miss at all and am thankful will never become a condition I am used to ever again (as always, I have a standing invitation to anyone who wishes to quit some addiction to join my members-only blog -- just send me an email and I'll invite you along. We have a lot of non-drinking fun over there!)

Ironman: "Whaddayou come ta me for?"

I also celebrated the end of about seven months of selling Apple TVs. I'm delighted to be able to say that I sold 77 of them and made a profit of about $7,000 all told. I've stopped for the meantime mainly because some assholes are threatening that they've developed a jailbreak for the Apple TV 3, which, if true, would instantly put me out of business and render any stock I had left over worth about as much as hockey pucks (which they resemble) instead of the $150 or so I paid for them.

We'll hang out until the scare is over -- say February or so -- and then find a nice new supplier and start again.

I'm addicted to selling these things; I meet so many interesting people and make so much darn money that it's hard to let it go. But my supplier has run out for the moment so I'll take the opportunity to rest and plan my next moves.

This Christmas is going to be an extremely lonely one; no Taishi (my son) and no other relatives either on my side or Brigitte's. Still, we bought a tree and will duly light it up and exchange whatever last-minute things we can come up with.

This will be technically my first alcohol-free Christmas in 35 years, though I'll probably have a Bloody Mary or two -- or maybe not.

Have fun, you loyal pack of 94 followers, no matter who the hell you are . . . you've stuck around faithfully over these many years so I must be doing SOMETHING RIGHT.