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OK, we have all melted away a few hours sitting at our computer doing something like this. You look up and you realized you have wasted a couple of hours looking at pictures of potatoes shaped like William Shattner. What? Don't tell me you haven't. Well I have been sucked into a game that just rips your time away from you, throughs it off a building, grabs you by the neck and growls "who needs sleep anyway" Your only response? "Please sir, may I have another"

I am speaking of the Game of the Year - Left 4 Dead. Katie got it for me for Christmas. This title is from Valve, creator of what may be the best computer game of all time - HalfLife. The difference between these digital gems and games that are "good" or "fun" is hard to pin down. Suffice it to say, when you get all the pieces just right, the final product is more than the sum of it's parts.

If you want an idea of what the game is like go here and click on the middle movie, it's the opening sequence to the game.

I am hoping to grow out of this whole gaming thing some day, until then; I'll keep looking for that next health pack and staying up way too late.

While doing research for my PhD I came across this and thought I would share it. Don't think of this as spoiling a movie but as giving you back 91 minutes of your life. Here is a link to more "real" movie posters. When i scrolled down to The Happening I made an audible sound in my cube.

p.s. you will have to click on the poster to read the words, this will only be funny if you have already spent your 91 minutes, in which case I can't really give them back to you . . .

Those of you not lucky enough to grow up in a Christy household my not recognize this delicacy. It is called an “Apricot Delight”. The name, simple and accurate does not do it justice. It is a treasure that appears but once a year at Christmas time (if you have been good). It is comprised of cooked apricots swaddled in a delicate and flaky crust. Try as I may, I can not convey the gestalt that is the Apricot Delight. I can tell you that those under its spell have been known to scheme, horde and even steal to satisfy their addiction. I could tell your stories. After some quick Googeling I discovered that the Apricot Delight is a direct descendant of “Turkish Delight” – I should have known. This year Linda translated the ancient tome and produced the sacred cookie.

But . . . there all gone now! Nothing to see here. Go about your business