Wave

Google Wave

I signed up for Google Wave a while ago, but haven't had time to figure out what exactly it is.  Tonight, since D was watching CSI and I had no desire to watch it, I watched a short video about it.  The first thing that comes to mind for me is that it would have been quite useful to have had a wave going during the planning of the last yummy group.  I'd like to try using Google Wave rather than Evite for our next one, but the problem is only two other of the potential members is a Google Wave user.  My guess is that I'll have to hold off on this experiment until more people express an interest in Google Wave.   Let me know if you want one of my 25 invites (though I don't think getting an invite from a user gets you an invite any quicker than if you just sign up directly with Google Wave).

Looking further, it seems it might also be an interesting way to debate a topic if you can't sit down and have a direct debate.  Interesting.

I wish that blogger would allow inline commenting as Wave does.  Of course, then I'd want the option of hiding the comments, but that would make blogging more interesting.

Bah Humbug

As usual, I have done almost no Christmas shopping.  I'm not sure where all the Christmas spirit comes from for everyone else, but I'd be just as happy to exchange high fives and then proceed with the eating.  Yep, that's right: bah humbug!  It's not so much that I'm anti-xmas as much as I just can't force myself to get all that jazzed about it.

Accomplishments to date: I put up the tree and decorated it; I decorated other parts of the house (minimally); I ordered D to order gifts for his family (check!); I ordered my nephew's gift (albeit probably too late to make it in time for xmas - favorite aunt contention in HUGE jeopardy as a result, I'm sure); I bought my Mom's gift; soon I will be taking care of my dad and his wife's gift; I know what I'm getting Damian, though I've not yet bought it.  So I guess I need to go shopping for D and Avery.

Ugh

I have lots more to say.  Lots more interesting and insightful stuff completely unlike the drivel you have read above.  However, you can blame Conan and his gas for driving me away from my office.  He refuses to leave and I am now fearing for my life, as I type this with my nose covered by my shirt.