Semiautomatic or adjustable zeitgeist clamp

I note that other journalers have detailed their entire Holiday Experience. This is Real Work so I won't do it. I present highlights below:

• A Brazil moment: watching an Orange County Sheriff's Deputy search people with a dog in the airport terminal while "The March of the Tin Soldiers" from The Nutcracker played on the muzak.
  
• I saw the birthplace of the monster truck in Kitty Hawk, NC.
  
• I ate at the Iron Chef's restaurant in Philadelphia and it was horribly horribly expensive and worth every penny. I recommend Morimoto absolutely.
  
• My family is only medium dysfunctional so I had a pretty good time with them back East. They've figured out that I'm less psychotic if I get lots of time to myself.
  
• New Year's Eve was spent just hanging out and talking with friends, not much alcohol, lots of conversation, and a very nice relaxing time for me anyway.
  

the ignatz effect

The "ignat z effect" can be summarized as follows:

No matter what job I take, I eventually find myself in the soft porn/pinup industry. This included my short tenure at The Romp, a humor site for frat boys without a sense of humor, for example.

The current employer is a provider of sports news, so with the exception of our Anna Kournikova exploitation package it has been pretty mild. Until we got this. Work safe, folks, just very very cheesy.

And I don't like pinups or pr0n. Not one little bit. It makes me wince. I wince a lot.