
I think it all started with a Sunday School lesson a few years ago, where we were teaching a class of teenaged boys about "keeping the Sabbath Day holy." We tried to keep it simple: spend your time doing good things, and try to avoid labour and your regular diversions to make Sunday a special day. That's not good enough for a class of teenagers. They wanted definitive answers to a host of hypothetical Sunday scenarios:
- Should you buy things on ebay?
- Should you have a snowball fight?
- Should you play sports?
- Should you watch sports?
- Should you play video games?
- Should you watch someone playing sport-themed video games?
- Should you do your homework on Sunday? What if your homework is to read a classic novel?
- Should you swim in the lake if your family is away camping? Does it matter if the lake is in a different time zone? etc. etc.

The boys came out in droves, and they quite liked the experience. We liked it too, so we still do it -- even after all those boys have grown older and moved on. I think we just like to stay up at night and eat steak sandwiches. Who wouldn't?

If all of this doesn't make much sense to you, come back at 3am and I'll explain it again. It will make perfect sense then.
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I bet staying up that late brings out the poets in everyone. Tooth Decay on Tuesday.
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