So I'm sitting here workin on a site for a friend of mine, and I hear a knock, I assume for the people next door.  I look up and it looks like they are indeed next door, whoever they are, and I go back to typing.  The forced-air gas furnace is blowing hot air all around our house, but under that, I kind of hear Christmas music. 

I didn't think much of it until I got up from my seat to get some milk, and on my way back, I notice a pile of carolers outside our house, making their way back to the street.  I have my porch light on, I'm sitting right there, but as anyone who would even read this knows, I've completely revamped the first floor of my house, which included nice new windows and doors that reduce the sound from outside dramatically! 

I'm sure they saw me get up to get some milk in the middle of their caroling.  Mel's asleep on the couch next to me, and missed the whole somewhat embarrassing close encounter.  I am a social retard, through and through.  It's what comes naturally to me.  I'd love to write it off and say that maybe they would try and get me to come out with them or invite me to their church, but it's really so much more harmless than that.  It was really sweet of whoever they were to sing to me, barely audibly, while I sat and very plainly ignored them.  Jeez.

While I've got this open, if you're in Philadelphia tomorrow (Thursday night) we're having a party at Weblinc's bar, National Mechanics, starting around 8pm.  Stop on by and say hi, the lot of us are going to be up pretty late.