Well the day of the jolly fat man, the baby Haysuess, or depending on your denomination, the mother ship has again come and gone. Frankly, Ive not been much a fan of this season for years and have a profound loathing for anyone who dares to wear a Santa hat along with their daily garb, but thats just my perspective and for the five or so of you reading this, Im sure it doesn't really matter.

Time away from work found me struggling to keep warm, riding my bike, drawing a whole heap load, and patching together a new post for when 'Oh Ate' drops.

At some point I found myself in Marin, gazing from the drivers seat at a sunset over Mount Tam on my way to the annual Ray Ray ride.
It was cold, it was dark, it was good.

I have to move my carcass away from the computer and the coffee cup and get down to business that is everything Swobo.

I just scanned a ton of videos of people falling down, and big ladies rope swinging to cap this one off, which sadly didnt yield anything good, so for now dig what Wired Magazine is saying about the Dixon.