Numbers is just so adorable sometimes. It's my warm fuzzy show. Aside from the crime and stuff, that is.

I can play word games and listen to podcasts on my TiVo.

Posts like these are why we come to Buffistas.

Gus doesn't trust me anymore? sniff

So company Christmas party was alright. Free meal and I won a digital camera. Not a great one, but it's better than the one I already have. Bar at the party was ridiculously expensive. $6 for a beer, $7.50 for mixed drinks, but sodas were free. Ended up drinking Pepsi all night instead of getting a 7&7 as I'd originally gone up to the bar for because I just couldn't justify paying $7.50 to have them put a shot of whiskey in something I could otherwise get for free.

Company owner thankfully kept his speech at 30 minutes. Last year's was apparently 48 minutes and previous to that he routinely went on for an hour or more.

Unfortunately, the coat check people at the hotel abused my hat. I turned in my ticket and they put my coat on the counter. I tell the woman "I also had a hat. A black fedora." She gives me a funny look and then starts digging in my coat pocket. She pulls out my scarf and gives me an expectant look. I shake my head. "No, that's a scarf. I want my hat." So she digs in my other pocket and pulls out a glove. "No. I need my hat." and start miming putting on a hat. She finally goes in the back and comes back with my hat, which looks like it fell on the floor and was stepped on. The crown was crumpled and the underside of the rim had a layer of dust on it. I managed to brush the dust off and pop the crown back into shape, but I'm still far from thrilled about the experience.

Wait!

Who said anything about not trusting the Golden One?

It was not me.

Unfortunately, the coat check people at the hotel abused my hat.

Kal lives in Chicago. 'Nuff said.

Kalshane lives much closer to the cheese curtain than Chicago. I, however, am in the windy city.

I am not in Chicgo. but if you ask my cat, I am not to be trusted. i do not seem to understand that it is bed time.

I'm in spitting distance of the border, Gus. (And I could actually look out the kitchen window of my old place and see cows in Wisconsin. I'm 5 minutes further south now.) I won't let you pigeonhole me with your sweeping generalizations, mister.

Or, you know, some other authoritative statement that actually makes sense.

Kalshane lives much closer to the cheese curtain than Chicago...

Which is probably how the hat abuse cropped up.

The Golden One is a real person. However. AU occupies the art world, which is at a certain distance from the ... (other, real, everyday, frack it..) Chicago world.

AU occupies the art world, which is at a certain distance from the ... (other, real, everyday, frack it..) Chicago world.

OTOH, the Art World is pretty close to the World Without Shrimp.

The World Without Shrimp is Chicago.

You are not fooling me, Mister.