Is anyone else suffering from a bad case of post-Festivus blues? Now that the tree is wilting, the once pristine cookies are gathering mold and the anticipation has fizzled, it's really tough to get back into the swing of things. The worst time, though, is yet to come – right now, you see, we still have New Year's Eve (and another day off) in our midst. You just wait til this time next week.
In the meantime, though, what did you get for Christmas? At the recommendation of Brian Adducci and Dan Baggenstoss, I bought my significant other the ever-so-sexy gadget Jambox by Jawbone. It looks gorgeous and sounds decent – once you are able to rip it out of the armageddon-proofed packaging. It didn't quite ruin Christmas, but the ten minutes it took to figure out how to wedge the damn thing out of the plastic box was a buzz kill.
The one other time I had a serious issue with plastic clamshell type packaging involved me, a tent in the northern Minnesota boundary waters wilderness area, a large unidentifed animal prowling the campsite and an indestructible bottle of bear spray that I could not, for the life of me (literally), remove from the plastic packaging. Please, don't ask me to relive the whole story. Let's just say I am still here, still functional and willing to carry a pair of scissors on my next canoe/camping trip.