Yesterday, I thought a lot about making promises. Why, you ask? I went to a baptism.   It was in Aylesbury, England for a particularly adorable little British baby named Willoughby James (I happen to think this name adds to his particular adorability).   I watched as the vicar (another adorable, British-type of a word) performed the baptismal rites in a 12 Century font, which was pretty remarkable.  The vicar said there is actually a whole class of fonts named after the one little Willoughby was baptized in.  I didn’t even know there were classes of fonts.  To be honest, I didn’t even know it was called a font.  So…

It is the time of year to consider New Year’s Resolutions. Lose the cookie weight, go to the gym, etc. Instead, I’m considering television. It may be relatable to New Year’s Resolutions. It may not. Let’s see. In college,  I spent a memorable year living in a house full of girls that loved video games.  Specifically, Mario Kart.  I exclude myself rather emphatically from that category.  Sometimes, I would leave for a weekend and come back to the girls sitting in basically the same places I left them, scattered around our living room with a pile of Keystone Light cans expanding around them in every direction.  It was kind of…