Here's the yuletide apologia we just dashed off to our family to explain why all our presents will be late this year: outsourcing.
- Dear Mom, James, Aoife, Padriag, Dad, Susie, Stephanie, Grandma and Grandpa,
Chris and I awoke last night to a dreadful rooftop clatter. We went up the hatch to see what was the matter/kick some homeless guy's ass. The night was cool and pocked by stars. Actually, those were lights from Jersey. The odor of the Gowanus Canal wafted through the air.
On the roof, next to our neighbor's DirecTV dish, sat a small pile of presents, and upon closer inspection, we were shocked to find...
