I got a Lil Chub for Kyle on my way to RAGBRAI. How does he repay me? By keeping it? No, he hid it in my bike bag and I had to give it back. Did he leave his Lil Chub in the rocks of his fish tank where Eryn hid it? No...he gives my wife a Lil Chub. I know, because I found it in her car. He claims I should geocache it - but if I do, it'll be at his house. The good news is that Kyle can now count Ryan Seacrest a metaphorical brother, because according to this TMZ post, he "gets a little chub" too.


Mean Mr. Mustard gave me one of his more consternated looks this morning when I gave him his birthday present, three weeks late and wrapped in pretty purple fairy wrapping paper. After his failure to properly identify the central candle of the menorah in the Caribou coffee trivia, and his wife's assurance that his religious identity was tenuous at best (my paraphrase), I went in search of something that would help him connect with his heritage. I don't presume he wants to get in touch with his heritage, I just went in search of something. What I found was The Menorah Game, courtesy of an Israeli blogger/boardgammer/programmer I read, Yehuda. The Menorah Game is his creation, although you can't buy it. But my friend Kyle, with access to laminaters, printers, and sundry, printed me up a copy of the various items on Boardgamegeek, I printed the rules from Boredgamegeek, and bought a 1" scrapbooking circle cutter to punch out the Israeli menorah coins. I considered using chocolate coins, or some other real coins, as gelt, but even with the help of Sank from Old and in the Way, couldn't find something quickly enough to avoid being a month late. Regardless, it turned out nicely, and Mr. Mustard has three full copies of the game (240 coins - my poor squeezing muscle) so that he can host super-cool parties for up to 12 gamers. A big thank you to everyone who participated. Even if he's dubious of the game, he can't deny that his present was the concerted effort of a moderately sized posse. On a similar note, his wife made me a tin of walnut-chocolate chip cookies for services rendered. They were a hit in my work area and with my family and received many glowing compliments.
I've always said geo-kayshing. Then Sarah corrected me at a boardgaming day and said geo-kashing. I didn't argue, as I'd just made an assumption way back when. Apparently it's actually something of a discussion on the web, with a few posts noting that it's programmers, Aussies and Kiwis who tend to say kaysh. I'll have to ask my brother in law about that. At least I'm not some fool who says kashay.
Finally, if you got this far...a bit of Web 2.0 outsourcing humor at Techcrunch (original Doubtsourcing.com).
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Just think...we're not selling weapons kayches to Saudia Arabia, we're selling a weapons "cash".
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