Did I mention that I am a huge sappy wuss? Well I am. I cried during an episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation last night. I didn't tear up, I didn't get misty, I sobbed like a baby as Data's android daughter fired her last servos and collapsed on a table. When my wife saw this she punched me in the stomach for 20 points.
I think that this is a good time to bring up Child's Play. I am certain that many of the people who frequent NA are well aware of penny-arcade.com, but for those who aren't... uh, it exists. You may not like the comic, but Child's Play is a great organization. It is a charity that isn't bogged down by a crusty board of directors whose sole purpose in the organization is to wine and dine rich dowitzers for extra vacation money in order to tip skycaps at airports (man, I need a good editor).
What's cool here is that what you see is what you get. Go to the Amazon page, buy stuff that you would enjoy, and spend a few minutes imagining a sick child burst with happiness as he/she opens your Thomas the Tank Engine: Railway Rhythms talking book (don't worry, the book doesn't contain lethal amounts of lead paint).
Frick, there goes the tears again. Visit the site while I find a place to hide from my wife. Merry Christmas!
Oh, and if you've already donated to the site, then tell us what you sent and maybe they'll be a little extra cake in your stocking this year!
I think that this is a good time to bring up Child's Play. I am certain that many of the people who frequent NA are well aware of penny-arcade.com, but for those who aren't... uh, it exists. You may not like the comic, but Child's Play is a great organization. It is a charity that isn't bogged down by a crusty board of directors whose sole purpose in the organization is to wine and dine rich dowitzers for extra vacation money in order to tip skycaps at airports (man, I need a good editor).
What's cool here is that what you see is what you get. Go to the Amazon page, buy stuff that you would enjoy, and spend a few minutes imagining a sick child burst with happiness as he/she opens your Thomas the Tank Engine: Railway Rhythms talking book (don't worry, the book doesn't contain lethal amounts of lead paint).
Frick, there goes the tears again. Visit the site while I find a place to hide from my wife. Merry Christmas!
Oh, and if you've already donated to the site, then tell us what you sent and maybe they'll be a little extra cake in your stocking this year!
