words, words, words

It’s that time of year again.
Secret Santa.
I loathe this game.
I don’t think it is fun.
Basically, I have never sen everyone leave happy.
Someone always gets crap and everyone gets a good laugh.
It is a terrible example of Schadenfreude.
Ho ho ho, hee hee hee.
I’d rather take the money that I am spending on someone I don’t know
for something they don’t need and give the money to a cause.
So I gave twice what I paid for the gift to a charity.
It helped me feel a bit less like a rampant consumer.
I tried to bow out of the Secret Santa but apparently someone had already picked my name.
If you are out there and are my Secret Santa, please just give the money to a cause and hand me a photocopy of the receipt.
I’ll let you keep the original for your taxes.
Please don’t buy me crap!
Actually, I could use a Taser. That could could liven up any office party.

I am not a mathematician. Those genes seem to have been entirely concentrated in other members of my family. However, I love language. I am really sick of people saying “Lowest Common Deonominator” in mass media. It is obvious they are echoing soundbytes and not referring to math(s). If anything, the mathematical term they want to talk about it the Greatest Common Factor. But that has the word “Great” in it. So you can’t use that. Can’t talk about the appeal of celebrity gossip, Paris Hilton and the word “Great” in the same sentence.