I had a whole story going about how, way back in the day, I recorded the local public broadcasting station’s yule log program on a VHS tape. It went on that I did not find out until the following year, when we finally played it at a Christmas potluck, that a big meaty hand, complete with gold rings on each finger and thick chains around the wrist, would drop a new log every time the fire died down. The story went on that each time the meaty hand dropped a log we’d yell out, “Bling hand! Bling hand! Blind hand!”, much to our amusement. I then reviewed the text and with finer details of the story included I was already three paragraphs deep with…