I went to an office Christmas dinner on Tuesday... meh. This was during the day, thankfully — we've all heard tell of wild, drunken office parties, but frankly I don't see the point. Why not just go out with the people from work who you like?

My little brother Josh has been in town for the past few days, which in practical terms means I've been playing Halo 3 until my eyes can no longer focus.

The main draw at this point for all of us seems to be earning exotic medals — in my case, I want to collect hundreds and hundreds of the "Wheelman" award you get for driving a turret gunner around — and I hope I can snag something interesting before I give the 360 back to Ben... this weekend, I guess?

It'll be weird not having a console in the house, but I'm not sure if I'm going to pony up the money for my own system when Halo 3 is the only game I'm still interested in playing. This one guy wants me to pay him for taking out some teeth.