Ho, ho, ho!

Merry Christmas, yo!

We make 'em sing for their supper

Most of the time, I make dinner for us. I usually get home at least an hour before Chris and if I don't want to keel over from hunger, I have to do something about it. But as soon as I step foot in the house, I get a persistent reminder that certain someone elses are hungry too, in the form of loitering underfoot and persistent meowing. And not just "Meow, meow." Oh no. It's more like...well, take a look:



Yesterday, Chris made it infinitely worse (and funnier) by joining the fray and egging them on. Here's Chris taunting the cats with their food and singing along with them:



It's like a boys' choir in here. Also, in every recording of my voice, I sound like I have a lisp, even though I don't. Weird.

A great loss

I'm guessing you've been following the story, but we lost one of our own yesterday. My co-worker, James Kim, died trying to save his family as they were stranded in the Oregon wilderness. Everything that's been said about him is true: he was kind, intelligent, curious, devoted to both family and work (family first, though!), and just an all-around excellent human being. James and I weren't exactly friends, but we were friendly, and I miss him. I'm heartbroken for his wife and daughters--the thought of losing a partner and dad is crushing.

You can see excellent tributes here, here, and here (video).