Professor Hobo

Now that Christmas has passed I can write more freely about the shopping process.  In particular, the process of shopping for my wife.  See, while Santa might give parents a break, childless married men are left to fend for themselves in shopping for their wives.  Worse, without children we’re expected to devote extra thought to [...]

Christmas shopping is the worst.  It’s a slow, drawn out death by degrees.  It’s a solid month of trolling through malls and web pages searching for that one certain gift that won’t make someone resent you for a whole more year.  Bah humbug.
“But surely you can see that you’ve lost the true meaning of Christmas,” [...]