I just finished a rewatch of Bones and I had forgotten the incredibly annoying Daisy Christmas episode where she exists solely to wander around and tell everyone repetitively that Jesus was really born in March.
While knowing more than Daisy is kind of a low bar, I happen to know a bit about this.
In other news, it’s been a year since my sheep essay was originally published on Aleteia and I’m every bit as happy with it today as I was when I first wrote it. There aren’t many bits of writing I can say that about.
So, cheers! Enjoy my argumentum ex ovem!
On the Care and Feeding of Geeks 