I had a very weird dream last night, wherein I watched JD from Scrubs and his wife (not Elliot) and parents (not his parents from Scrubs, Liz Sheridan and Barney Martin, so Seinfeld's parents) go on winter vacation to Poland. They stayed in a beach tourist town so it was too cold to actually go to the beach, and mallard ducks were hovering around people like mosquitoes. Also, anthropomorphic bananas were an oppressed ethnic group in the area; I saw one playing saxaphone in a band.

Amazon pulls an author's self-published novel for having too many hyphens

BWAAHAHAHA!

Oh, he's read a lot of the Deadpool, and I am the last person to be a hard-core censor about reading material. But there's some Deadpool's that ARE way, WAY too sexual and it's visual, ya know?

Maybe that'll be another Hanukkah gift: I need two more, anyway. Thanks!

I disremember how many TPBs there are of the Dead Presidents series, but if you get them, borrow them from him and read them, because you'll crack up. (Note: former!chatty!co-worker did uncredited art on some of the issues, because he's BFFs with the artist, who was ridonkulously busy because of his other titles, so he farmed some of the art out to Chatty.)

Amazon pulls an author's self-published novel for having too many hyphens

Oh my.

Cold, wet, snowy morning. I can only think the people burbling excitedly about White Christmases didn't have to drive the freeway this morning.

shumash?

Heh. Shammes.

So, I just helped a guy looking for newspaper articles about his own conviction for murder. In 1972, but still.

Game Night at Chez Zmayhem was very fun. P-Cow picked up JZ and Matilda in the East Bay where they were visiting her dad. Reportedly they all sang along to Taylor Swift songs into the City. Sean arrived in a timely fashion.

We pulled out Emmett's old Shrek edition of the game Operation and I served popcorn with smoked paprika, cayenne and parmesan. Emmett allowed us to dig into his private stash of Sprecher's Root Beer. Emmett and Sean bonded over their college classes.

Megan Walker finally showed up ("I thought we said 6:30?"), which meant I was now making martinis. She treated us all to asian noodles takeout, and then we got down to playing Apples to Apples (Junior edition so Matilda could play).

The Junior edition totally threw Polter-Cow, but he was easily the best judge of the evening turning all card possibilities into extended narratives. The best (by far) was him doing a Mr. Bean storyline based on the word "Painful." Mr. Bean suffered a series of painful events events landing head first in Africa, falling through glass and then experiencing the most painful thing of all: "My Family."

I could not believe how good my 6-year-old cousin was at regular Apples to Apples. There were a couple of things she didn't know, but combine that with terrible hands, and she was right on par with everyone else. She won the game!

Have you guys ever played Robo Rally? Glorious chaos that benefits a programmer's brain.