When snow and ice hit hard and keep me from taking care of what I need to, I tend to get a little cranky (if just at the yowling of the furry one when I won't open the door to the unheated back room). When computer problems at home and work hit, well ... the language gets awfully colorful at times.
In general, the two topics that evoke the most passionate responses on this page tend to be religion and politics ... which just happen to be two topics on which you can almost never sway someone's opinion ... not that it stops people from trying. (C'mon, though, switch up those arguments every once in a while!)
Around Thanksgiving, I published a column on "begging the question," prompting one commenter to praise my coverage of logical fallacies like that one (aw, thanks, WhoDo!) and me to plan for more such columns. Time and life (not the magazines) intervened, and I forgot about it.
My memories of Christmas rarely involve presents. Sure, there's my first bike, with training wheels that barely lasted 48 hours because I decided that if my brothers could ride without them, I could too. Amazingly, I only got a few scrapes and bruises out of that. Witness the power of stubbornness.
This is the time of year that some news organizations feel the need to tally up what they believe would be the cost of the gifts in "The Twelve Days of Christmas." PNC Wealth Management's annual index this year says one round of those gifts would be $34,130.99, by the way, but we here don't put much stock in that.
It should come as no surprise that I'm no fan of partisanship, especially the blind, rabid kind. If that is a surprise, you either haven't been paying attention, or perhaps are in the grips of such partisanship.