In the olden days it was simple. And I must be getting old because I find that particular phrase tripping off my lips all too frequently these days.
But it was, damn it.
“What do you want for Christmas, Tom?” we’d ask as November waved goodbye.
“I’ll send you a list,” he’d say. And a few days later, said list would drop into our inboxes.
“Can you understand it?” my wife traditionally asked.
“Well, I can understand one of the games. And I can understand it costs a lot. But basically, no.”
We didn’t have a hope. It was full of F1 technical details, go faster stripes for computers and various devices that would consolidate his hold over our home internet. It was also full of links. [Read more…]