Had a wonderful Thanksgiving break back at the ranch. I have still somewhat stubbornly avoided getting on GroupMe, so I rely on the rest of you to tell me what’s the sitch.
The fam really got into VR. 
Some moreso than others. 
Dogs definitely got some lovin’. 
My head was cold and the snow was right there. 
Scout got tired. 
Lil’ lost cat. 
Back in Seattle I stopped by to help set up the Christmas Nativity display thing in the stake center. Families from all over were invited to bring their nativity displays. Turned out very nice.
Now that’s a Christmas light. 
Whereas this one… I wonder how they even got it up there. 
My team at work went out for wings and went for this super hot challenge.
Ice cream sandwiches were the recommended recovery strategy.
My office had their yearly “light-the-trail” party, where they set up hundreds of LEDs along the trail that runs by our buildings, time them to music, and have a big todo to officially turn them on.
This year they had problems getting the sound to play when the lights all came on, but that’s life. But even without that, they always make the same mistake, in that they have this grand count-down and build-up to… something like this. Which is nice and all, but for the first song they really should do something like:
Anyways.
Only for the die-hard fans.
So this week a friend of mine invited me to a Deadmau5 concert. I’ve heard of him, he’s the guy with the signature mouse head helmet he wears at all his concerts. His music genre is EDM, or Electronic Dance Music.
The concert tour he’s on features a neat prop, a giant cube that he performs within, which rotates around him. The atmosphere was great, the music was LOUD, the effects were amazing, and the music videos were cursed.
This was the crowd during the opener; it was way more packed once Deadmau5 got on stage. 
If you wonder what I mean by the music videos being cursed, here’s a link – click at peril to your sanity. Or just let it play in the background, it’s kinda catchy.
For something a bit less cursed but still definitely Of the Internet:
Something else lovely from the Internet: Scarfolk Council, a blog about a very strange town. Favorites so far are the Don’t campaign, Under 7’s Fire Service, and Lavaland Holiday Camp.
I’m pretty sure the last time I refilled my contacts prescription was before I graduated BYU. I was running low, and looked up the contact brand to find a clinic that could prescribe them. Called and set up an appointment, and since it was a new place I’d need to undergo the full new-patient rigamarole, with all the costs associated with that. I asked them in a bit of a rant why I couldn’t just read off the prescription I had and order it straight from the manufacturer, since my eyesight hadn’t degraded since I was last fitted.
After the call I came to the conclusion that it’s because if suppliers sold directly to end-users, that’d be less business for eye doctors, and so an eye doctor is probably motivated to only prescribe brands that have policies that prevent selling directly to users. Capitalism.
I had to revise my theory, however, when the doctor informed me that I have about a millimeter of blood vessels growing into my cornea, where they have no business growing. The growth is due to the lack of oxygen in the area, which comes down to my unhealthy contact habits, wearing the same pair too long.
The doctor basically said she could in good conscience only prescribe dailies, which I was specifically trying to avoid by going to her, but oh well. So, dailies are the new world order, unless I get sick of those as I did last time I tried that style, and go for LASIK. So far the brand they got for me doesn’t seem as ill-fitting as last time, so this could be ok.
In about eleven hours I board a plane to Utah for Christmas break. See ya on the flippity flip!