<p>Pine needles are dropping off trees, bags of used wrapping paper are collecting in various corners of various living rooms, television stations are airing their countdown Jamborees, yes, it can only mean one thing.</p><p>Kwanzaa is here. I can't tell you how much joy I get from exchanging the traditional Kwanzaa greeting:</p><p>"Happy Kwanzaa!"</p>
Tag: Deus X Machina
<p>It's hard to believe that PIC is turning 10 years old. Partially because that's an eternity in the comedy-website world (remember when fmylife.com was fresh and relevant?), but mostly because it seems like it's been much, much longer than that.
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<p>I apologize for the title. I was going to be a little more honest about how I felt, but, "Fuck You, Bill Simmons and our Masturbatory, Overrated Screeds about How Much Smarter You are than Everyone Else" didn't fit in the little title box as neatly as I would have liked. C'est la vie. </p>
<p>I'm sitting at work, wondering how I can distinguish myself. I run through a list of options in my mind; working harder? No, that sounds like hard work. Working smarter? If I could work smarter, wouldn't I be doing it already? Bringing in delicious red velvet cupcakes? Not bad, but easily forgettable in the parade of pastries passed through the people of the office.</p>
<p>I was on the fence about writing about this, but then I saw KC's post about his hair and figured why not? I don't think the woman in question reads PIC, and if she does, well, I'll deal with it. </p>
<p>As you may or may not know, I've been known to occasionally post some lyrics on this here blog. I had an idea for some, and was just listening to a few songs to orient myself in a proper cadence. Unsuprisingly, lyrics are easier to write if you have an idea of what they should sound like.</p>
<p><img src="/files/u16/Cliffy.jpg" alt="" width="238" height="327" /> </p><p>10. Cliff Lee doesn't actually have any friends. When pressed, he gets flustered and claims that "Mavis Beacon" is his best friend. Despite this, he still types with two fingers.</p>
<p>Just doing some catching up. If you're not already, you should totally follow PIC on twitter:</p><p>http://twitter.com/PointsInCase </p><p>If you think, wow, that's really funny, but I wish it had more ramblings about baseball and impromptu rap lyrics, feel free to follow me:</p><p>http://twitter.com/NomChompsky.</p>
<p>BOOM! The poem(ish) is weeks old, the song years old, but it's all fresh to you! Plus, people still misuse "ironic" more than they use it properly, so it's all good! </p><p><strong>Unironic </strong></p>
I know I haven't posted much (or anything) for a while. I have my reasons, which aren't really important. Suffice to say I didn't post for a while, I have a couple things to put up, so hopefully you should hear more from me in the coming weeks.<p>It IS good to know that even when you haven't posted in a while, Google has a habit of popping this place up at inopportune times. Like job interviews.
Drinking isn't overly expensive.<p>Drinking in bars can be expensive.</p><p>Drinking in karaoke bars in New York is the entertainment equivalent of shaking your wallet into a dumpster while drunk Koreans warble '90's pop hits you didn't really like when you liked them.</p>