We went to see the local world record Christmas lights last night.
Spectacular, but something of a circus.
The street is blocked off to traffic. There's long queues to get in. There's a food concession outside, and even young llamas for petting. All raising money for charity.
But what gets me is the poor guy from Guinness who had to count 502,165 individual lights. What a way to spend the lead up to Christmas, counting that many. What if he was out by 5 or something? Did he have to ensure that every one of those was actually working?
It could have been much enhanced with some of Depreciator's squatting figurines, I'm sure.
Spectacular, but something of a circus.
The street is blocked off to traffic. There's long queues to get in. There's a food concession outside, and even young llamas for petting. All raising money for charity.
But what gets me is the poor guy from Guinness who had to count 502,165 individual lights. What a way to spend the lead up to Christmas, counting that many. What if he was out by 5 or something? Did he have to ensure that every one of those was actually working?
It could have been much enhanced with some of Depreciator's squatting figurines, I'm sure.