Okay, I assume everyone is staggering out of TFC (Thanksgiving Food Coma) and getting back to work. It seems kind of silly to make this a Your Call, there being no tennis to watch (at least here in the U.S.), so we'll go back to our Watercooler format until a YC is appropriate again. You can pretty much talk about anything you want at the watercooler, although tennis ought to be the priority. And remember, Rosangel will be reporting from the BlackRock Masters this week.
I'll return with a red-meat post later, but for now, I have a question/suggestion: Do you know anyone who's really intoxicated by his or her own intellect and could use being brought down a peg or two (if you have trouble coming up with someone, just scroll through some of the comments on any recent red-meat post. I have a feeling you'll come up with something.)? Just take advantage of the next present-giving opportunity to buy that person any Lego kit that proclaims, in bold letters right on the box, that it's for ages 8-12. I highly recommend the Star Wars X-Wing Fighter. And yes, I know whereof I speak.
Yesterday, I spent six hours assembling one of cowboy Luke two birthday gifts of that kind (the other was the AT-AP Walker), and if I told you how many times I had to disassemble and back-track to re-build, stare at the directions as if they were written in code from the planet Noxon (all instructions are graphic; no words at all), or how often I had to crawl under the table, looking for some little plastic doo-dad that inadvertently flew off, you'd think even less of me than you may now. But hey, I ended up with "only" 23 parts (Gee, I wonder where this is supposed to go?) when the X-Wing fighter was allegedly finished - and I may add, ready to fly into 356 pieces the moment it was dropped, jostled, crashed into another toy or, I feared, breathed upon).
8 to 12? I'll tell you what that means to me: it takes 8 to 12 people with advanced engineering degrees to put this thing together. Or maybe one smart adult. I don't know.
