Dear Santa:

Brian Ambrozy 17 Dec, 2007 at 10:15am ET Article published in Tech

Dear Santa:

Please I would like a new copy of Windows XP Professional so I can upgrade from Vista. I would really like XP Pro. I’ve been pretty good this year, so if you could set me up there, I would be really happy. And maybe an 8800GTS and a Raptor 10K SATA2 drive, but that’s all.

Love,

Brian

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17 Dec 2007 ~ 11:10am Harudath The new 8800? If so I'd like one too, make that two! :P
17 Dec 2007 ~ 7:08pm fatcat Dear Santa,

Please give me the strength not to have my tongue hang out and start drooling when women show me their boobies. kthxbai

Sincerely
fatcat

p.s. bottle of kentucky bourbon be nice also, I'll leave ya some extra cookies
17 Dec 2007 ~ 7:24pm Leonardo Oh great, there went a serious, frivolous thread. Fatcat, you ruined it! Now it's just a sad, frivolous thread, except of course for your avatar.
17 Dec 2007 ~ 7:46pm Gate28 Dear Santa,

Please give me Brian's copy of Vista so I can upgrade from XP and play Shadowrun and Halo 2 with my friends =)

...and a new chassis for my rig to help it sound a bit quieter

~Gate
17 Dec 2007 ~ 9:47pm Your-Amish-Daddy Dear Santa;

It's me again. Faithful and diligent. This year, like every other year I have been as good as the humans have let me. Sadly they have made me miss my sacrifices this year. It would appear that they are catching on. "Free toaster" apparently doesn't appeal to worthy specimen. As the days get closer to Christmas, all I can do is think of our deal and I revel in one more year past; one more year closer to the day you set me free. The days get colder here in Texas, but I don't mind at all. It's quite welcome compared to what usually passes for a winter down here in central Texas. Time passes slowly into hours and into days. Mother is still in trouble over something that has no right to be illegal. Father still drinks and yells and my brother...Well, I won't get into that. I can only work them to perfection so far before they break. Fragile souls they have.

December 24th fast approaches and yet I see no white from the sky, only the gray that imprisons me in your mortal world. Snow glorious snow that precedes the deathly cold of a oft-forgotten and nostalgic season. The humans still decorate with their lights and effigies of his eminence Christ but none carry his likeness. It is a sad day when the savior's image is marred by being replaced by a white man. Sad sad days. How is he doing anyway? I heard he took Brittany Spear's shaving her head a little hard, but do remind him that this mortal world he crafted has become marred and no longer reflects a pure heart. Also assure him I am working on this.

Oh and how is Mrs.Claus? I miss her cookies even though I'm allergic to ginger. Give her a hug for me and tell her Gospel misses her soup too. I've never known a dog to like Vegetable stew like he does. Oh the days of revelry and youth. It brings back memories aloft in clouds of gold. As much as I miss my home, I often find myself looking to these humans and wondering how long it will be before they find it. With their space vehicles and laser telescopes I'm only counting the days until they find Eden. Lo the humans will rue that day. Knowing these weirdos they'll probably pick on the first one they see. "Oh how's the weather up there?" I guarantee that is all it will take. But let's hope I get home before they find it.

It's already been two paragraphs, and I've forgotten to mention what I wanted this year for my unyielding devotion slave-like fervor. Last year you failed to deliver what I asked, so I'll keep it simple this year. I need a new set of gauntlets. The last pair I had fell in a well and there was no way I could get them back. You know which ones I'm talking about I'm sure. Just a pair of no-frills field full gauntlets. But no chrome finish, since I plan to powder coat them in my black and get them engraved just like my last pair. And if you're feeling generous, I could really use a new tv tuner. Preferably something in USB, or you could get me one of those boxes that let me use a monitor as a television. Oh! Also while I'm thinking about, bail Alan out of jail before he gets killed.

But now that we have some time to chat I managed find Mana again. He wasn't very happy that I disturbed his rest but he got over it. I'm sure he misses you two as much as I do. I guess I'll cut this off as I have too much work to do anyway. I've wasted too much writing this as it is but I'm glad I did manage to get it done.

A servant in ages forward and past;
William.
17 Dec 2007 ~ 10:25pm mmonnin

fatcat wrote:

Dear Santa,

Please give me the strength not to have my tongue hang out and start drooling when women show me their boobies. kthxbai

Sincerely
fatcat

Please give me the boobies.

If they show them to me, I know what to do.
17 Dec 2007 ~ 11:20pm mas0n Dear Santa,

This is your last chance. It's been 20 years since you didn't bring me Castle Greyskull, but I wanted you to know that this is it. Next year I'm telling the kids that you don't exist.

matt
18 Dec 2007 ~ 12:01am Thrax Dear Santa:

I don't want much this year; I find that I end 2007 having most of my material desires and base needs satisfied, and there is little else I could ask for that would further please me. I have requested a flashlight from you this year -- a simple flashlight -- to light the way. With an array of LEDs, it could keep the books that I read at night illuminated for a very long time, and enrichment of the mind is more than I could get out of any crummy old toy. I have a large backlog that have been thwarted by a dead incandescent, and it's time I read them.

If you could stop by Taiwan and persuade DFI to release the LanParty DK P35-T2R/S in a timely fashion, I would certainly appreciate it. It would be a fruit of my labor, and is so expensive I could not reasonably ask for it as a present. I just want it available.

Intangibly, I wish for serendipity for the friends I revere. For some I wish riches, so their troubles will be eased in the mortal life. For others I wish emotional freedom so they can be unburdened by past trials, and for others still I wish health so they would not be so downtrodden trying merely to exist.

And lastly, I wish you well in your journey, and a happy new year.
18 Dec 2007 ~ 1:42am bothered Way to brown nose Santa Thrax.
(Santa, he's not always like that, just letting you know. Your best friend, bothered)
18 Dec 2007 ~ 1:55am NiGHTS To: Thrax

One fleshlight on the way!

From: Santa

...he's old. Forgive his eyes.
18 Dec 2007 ~ 1:55am Thrax Dear Santa:

Sometimes the world needs a little sarcasm. It also needs a lot of facetiousness to keep it in check.

Regards,
Thrax
18 Dec 2007 ~ 8:26am Harudath

Thrax wrote:

Dear Santa:

Sometimes the world needs a little sarcasm. It also needs a lot of facetiousness to keep it in check.

Regards,
Thrax

I lol'd.
19 Dec 2007 ~ 11:03am Kwitko Dear Santa:

Please make me Catholic.

Regards,

Seth