It was a dark night

Oh, my god, they partitioned Ireland!

@gparted OMG, they Kilkenny?

Well, that only shows how many people in GB work in retail.
For those, christmas IS a horror story.

Let's tell British creepy Christmas stories.

Same procedure as last year?

Same procedure as every year, James!

VERY OLD JOKE:

Why do programmers always get Halloween and Christmas confused?

Because Dec 25=Oct 31!

Anyway, Happy Winter Solstice, everyone.

@Dan

There are 10 kinds of people. Those who get that joke and those who don't.

@Ernest There are 10 kinds of people. Those who get the joke, those who don't, and those who don't know about ternary.

@rlb There are 10 kinds of people. Those who get the joke, those who don't get the joke, those who don't know when to stop telling the joke, and those who don't know about quaternary.

@Dan That should be "Why do very old programmers..."

Last time I programmed in Octal was 1973.

@Dan

Must admit it took me a couple of seconds to get that. Used to do different bases at school and of course old enough to remember imperial weights and measures and the old lsd rather than decimal currency so you really had to be familiar with different bases. Not sure I ever programmed in octal but definitely used hex in the 80's when I started my career as a programmer, although a long time since I did that.

@Dan We neet to make November 27th International Programmers' Day.

@rlb
Why? We already have Ada Lovelace Day.

This might explain why Gremlins is my favourite Xmas movie!

Well, Germany has a number of tales to scare the crap out of kids, even if it's not Christmas time.

@comrade_Comrade A long time ago, before the dawning of YouTube...that was indeed the case. Nowadays the only way to scare kids is by tossing their iPhones into the grinder.

This explains all the weird Christmas episodes of Doctor Who.

Damnit Iceland! You forgot to close the door to your demonbeast's cave and now it is in Sweden's woods. And it eats up Ireland that wanted to eat mushroom for dinner and the mooses took he's basket with mushroom! And now is Ireland dead, Iceland!
Thank you! :angry:

It was Christmas time in Scandinavia. Harald woke up to find himself standing outside in the cold, at a funeral procession. The moon shone through the snowy trees, shining a beam of light onto the casket. Harald heard ominous music playing in the background as he walked towards the casket. Finally, he arrived. He opened the casket, and saw himself inside.

Not the story we deserved but the story we wanted?