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I'm waiting for it to be time when I can start making phone calls. (I've got an evaluation to try to get done today), and I don't like to call people too early since it sort of has the effect of making me into the evil witch of the morning. So, while I wait for it to get a little later, I thought I'd post. Things are really super slow anyway because nobody wants anything between Christmas and New Year's, so I'm trying to come up with things I can do to pass the time.

When I read my Friend's page this morning I saw that three people are either feeling sick or having some kind of breathing-related issue. I hope you all feel better, and I am extremely relieved that a virus can't be passed around through LJ because it'd be my luck that I'd get it. I've done really well this season, and I just hope that my luck holds out for a while. After New Year's I suppose I can get sick if I have to, but I'd still rather not.

I had a lazy weekend. I made the pork tenderloin that I wrote about. I mixed garlic powder and seasoning salt together and rubbed it all over the meat. I wrapped it in foil and let it sit in the fridge for a day before putting it in the oven. I lost my meat thermometer, (who knows where it ended up), so I was lucky enough to be able to borrow someone else's so that I wouldn't overcook this stuff. I guess it's pretty easy to do, and I didn't want charbroiled dried meat for Christmas. It came out great though, and I was really happy about that. We really didn't have any presents to open. Jim and I are really bad when it comes to waiting for the day, so we've been giving each other our presents all month. I got the Resco recorder program for my PAC Mate, (or I will have it once I register my demo copy), and a headset that was supposed to be for the PAC mate with a built-in microphone, but I think I'm going to have to use it with something else since I'm not overly happy with the performance of it on the PM, simply because the PM only has a mono mic jack. I need to find my other mic that I had for my PlexTalk since I think that was mono, and a really good mic. I also need to look for something to use with my digital recorder. Yes, it has a built-in mic, but it'd be nice to have an external for those times when I want to have the recorder in my jacket pocket or something. I'll come up with something I'm sure.

My birthday was uneventful, (write me privately if you want details), and passed pretty much like any other day. It wasn't the special day I had been hoping for, except that Jim brought me a bottle of vanilla bubble bath and a vanilla candle that I lit a couple of hours before taking my bath so that the smell would have time to penetrate. That was pretty much the extent of it though.

New Year's Eve is going to be my party, and a way to bring in the new year. I'm still looking forward to that. I just hope that once things are over I'll be able to return any unopened party decorations and things. Some people haven't given us an answer as to whether they're coming or not, and it makes it really hard to plan when people don't get back to me. It's one of those frustrating things I guess.

Well, I think I should probably post this now and try calling this guy again. It's late enough now that I think I can call. Happy New Year everyone!
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I just received this information and thought that it should be passed around as much as possible. And, given his age, it's probably going to be a really hard adjustment for him.

Santa Claus Looking Into Assistive Technology

"You know Dasher and Dancer, Prancer and Vixon
Are stressing out over Santa's condition…"
 Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, North Pole

In a statement released yesterday, Rude Elf—Santa's spokeself—confirmed that St. Nicholas sustained an eye injury which will render him completely blind.

"I guess I'm the one to blame," Santa chuckled to reporters last night, leaning casually against his own stomach, which the reporters were using as a tabletop. "I'd just delivered a digital camera to Noah Sight, a blind client of mine, and collected the milk and other goodies that he left for me before his fireplace. I guess I should've given Rudolph the carrot; but thinking about blindness lead me to want the eye-improving vitamin found in every carrot. The moment I popped it into my mouth, Rudolph attacked. His paws are capable of moving at several hundred miles a second—so as we can reach every child's home and deliver presents in one night. He drove his paws into my eyes at a tremendous rate, penetrating as far back as my retinas. Of course, all the pain this caused me to feel turned my cries of `Ho Ho, Merry Christmas!` into `Ho Ho, Ho Ho, HOOOAAAAAAAARR!"

As a legally blind citizen, Santa is now faced with several unfortunate dilemmas. Firstly, Rudolph, although already subject to a formal hearing and a sentence of either death or merely a deprival of reindeer games, could not guide Santa's sleigh anymore, because his red nose simply wouldn't be adequate enough for Santa to notice. Several solutions to this problem have been attempted with no luck at all. A notetaker running up-to-date GPS software was strapped to Dasher's back, but a mistake in route creation lead Santa to "Freedom Scientific" instead of "Freda Scian Tiffany", a little girl on Santa's naughty list. Not wishing for people to believe Santa had any political motive in mind for leaving a lump of coal outside of Jonathan Mosen's office, Santa realized that there was simply too much room for error with global positioning systems these days.

Another problem relates to Santa's bookkeeping. What piece of assistive technology could Santa use to store his naughty and nice lists? It would have to have a pretty decent amount of storage—say around nine billion gigabytes—ruling out the BrailleNote and the PAC Mate, our two market leaders at this point. But there are other reasons these notetakers couldn't be used.

"Rudolph tells me that the whiz wheels on the Pac Mate look too much like small carrot slices," Santa explains seriously to reporters, "and as for the thumb keys on the BrailleNote, my thumbs are usually too sore to use after prying open all those boxes of sweets left for me by my clients."

Dasher and Dancer are commencing an all-new business venture which they're dubbing "Reindeer ware". This hopes to administer such technologies as file storing methods using carrots, Braille displays that can stand dirty grease from milk and cookie wrappings, speech synthesizers that human beings can actually listen to, new devices called Pack Mates (yes, not "pac", "pack" with a k) for "packing" all of your gifts into one small device, and of course, CNs (Chimney navigation systems)!

Santa, a two thousand and six-year-old citizen of the North Pole, is beginning to feel that he may well be ready for retirement. He's already shouted at six of his elves for feeling sorry for him, substituted his Christmas turkey for one of Rudolph's legs, cut his hand on a client's roof antennae (which he had thought was their chimney), and filed for divorce with Mrs. Claus (we're not sure why—but they must've been rocky for ages, because Santa mentioned something about being mad that he could no longer hold staring contests with her).

So between shouting at his lawyers about laws regarding obstruction of reindeer, and singing "Rudolph Roasting On An Open Fire" and "Sightless Night", let's just say that Santa's not having a great time of it right now.


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