So I worked like a fool to help subsidize the US Post Office, err, get my Christmas cards out on time this year. I mailed them the day before Christmas. Which means they were technically on time. Whether they got to anyone on or before Christmas wasn't my fault.
If you're reading this post, it's possible you received one of my world famous annual newsletters since this blog's web address is published on the newsletter. (And by "world famous," I mean three people I know have heard of it.) And if you read the newsletter, you probably noticed a bunch of bullsh!t interspersed with the banality and trivial events I recounted through the newsletter. Why do I do this? It's a backlash to newsletters I get. It's one thing to get a newsletter filled with references to people I actually know. It's another thing to read a newsletter and wonder aloud, "Who the EFF is this? And why did she accompany Jake to the school's hayride? And who the eff is Jake?" You get my point. Those sort of newsletters are written for an audience of one - the person who wrote the letter. And maybe his/her grandma. But that's about it.
Accordingly, this year's newsletter featured pirate talk, Charlie Sheen, and discussion of a Higgs boson. I'd post a copy of the newsletter here for easy download but that requires more work. And all that mailing a few days ago sucked the life out of me, 44 cents at a time.
