Ah, there’s nothing like being in the office on Christmas Eve. It’s like a ghost town here. Which means I can wear jeans and my favourite racist t-shirt, play music with the door open, and raid the unguarded supply room for last-minute stocking stuffers (printer cartridges for everyone!).

It also means I can leave at noon and hit the highway for m’hometown, never to return…until January 2nd. Which means until then, things are going to be even slower here than they have been for the last little while. And on that note, we do apologize for the infrequency of posting lately. The four contributors to this tiny little blog have been dealing with, respectively, an ever increasing brood of children, writing-inhibiting upper body injuries, a lovely case of H1N1, and general, unexplained laziness (try to guess which is which!).

But we’ll be back full bore in the New Year, and hopefully so will you. In the meantime, enjoy your holidays. Or, if you’ve been screwed over by the man and don’t get holidays, show him just how badly an unfairly treated employee can screw things up in a short period of time.

But above all else, be safe. Or, at the very least, don’t get murdered. Because the best we can offer by way of a eulogy is a punchline in Blue’s headlines. And as the family of a certain victim of extreme ghost hunting might tell you, that’s hardly a tribute at all.