Comments on: Christmas 2.0 http://remainingrelevant.net/remaining/171 Why stop dreaming when you wake up? Thu, 04 Dec 2008 21:46:33 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6.2 By: Remaining Relevant » Blog Archive » Their voices filled with gold http://remainingrelevant.net/remaining/171#comment-2682 Remaining Relevant » Blog Archive » Their voices filled with gold Sun, 24 Dec 2006 13:39:03 +0000 http://localhost/remainingrelevant/?p=171#comment-2682 [...] I’d like to begin this Christmas eve with sad news of the loss of Leslie Harpold. To me, Leslie was the creator of one of my favorite Web 2.0 holiday traditions: the online advent calendar. I’ve been devoted to her calendars for a number and years and was surprised when this year’s stopped abruptly on the seventh. [...] [...] I’d like to begin this Christmas eve with sad news of the loss of Leslie Harpold. To me, Leslie was the creator of one of my favorite Web 2.0 holiday traditions: the online advent calendar. I’ve been devoted to her calendars for a number and years and was surprised when this year’s stopped abruptly on the seventh. [...]

]]> By: Casey http://remainingrelevant.net/remaining/171#comment-2681 Casey Sat, 09 Dec 2006 13:01:44 +0000 http://localhost/remainingrelevant/?p=171#comment-2681 My brother and I used to take alternating dates in the advent calendar, opening the little paper doors to reveal a tiny piece of chocolate. I am now ashamed that I eventually learned I could open the bottom of the calendar and slide out the plastic tray of chocolates and eat them all at once without breaking the flappy seal on the front of the calendar. Then, by carefully sealing the bottom again, I could hide my mischief. It worked until a few days later when my brother got wise to the fact that all his chocolates were missing, but mine were not. Yes, I was that jerk. *hangs head* My brother and I used to take alternating dates in the advent calendar, opening the little paper doors to reveal a tiny piece of chocolate. I am now ashamed that I eventually learned I could open the bottom of the calendar and slide out the plastic tray of chocolates and eat them all at once without breaking the flappy seal on the front of the calendar.

Then, by carefully sealing the bottom again, I could hide my mischief. It worked until a few days later when my brother got wise to the fact that all his chocolates were missing, but mine were not.

Yes, I was that jerk. *hangs head*

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