Happy Purim!

Purim

begins at sundown tonight. I’m not Jewish, but my fiancee and in-laws

are, and hey — any holiday where you’re encouraged to drink is good in

my books!

(Purim is what happens when a big-shot Asian guy checks out the cute Jewish girl, something with which I am rather familiar.)

I might join Sass

and company at “Jamaoke” tonight (that’s kataoke, but with a live band

instead of recorded music). If I do, I’ll do my own version of the

Purim toasts: “Screw you, Haman! Rock on, Mordecai!”

I have no Purim pics, but here are a couple of shots from the St. Patrick’s Day beerfest with my Tucows co-workers:

“On a dark desert highway…”

From left to right: Me, one of those fanboys who pop up when they hear

me playing rock on ther accordion, and domain name guru Greg Frank

playing air guitar. Photo courtesy of my co-worker Kim.

Nuthin’ says “sexy” like a Guinness hat. Greg and I love these things. Photo courtesy of my co-worker Kim.

And last but not least, here’s a goofy Purim joke for those of you celebrating:

Ah, Borscht Belt humour.