There was a Conan O’Brien sketch in which Max Weinberg and Conan, stony-faced and dispassionate, helped themselves to carelessly assembled plates of Thanksgiving dinner in an NBC breakroom only to immediately dump them into a garbage bag on the way out. How I wish I could locate a video of this.

    I’ve been notified by telephone that the family dog has consumed twelve cupcakes, paper cups and all, from a rack upon which they cooled. We await the inevitable production with horrified interest. I assume the new kitten had nothing to do with it, true carnivores don’t like sugar.

    Kitten update: Sisco the cat loves our old dog, Tera. After four unsuccessful attempts to attack the dog’s nose and nibble her ear off, Tera sighs heavily and slowly, inexorably, rolls over on top of the kitten. Great stuff.

    I work the Sunday away, victim of someone else’s IT emergency. As I worry about the outcome of the day’s efforts, my heart races and I despair. Did you know that Intel gives away bowling shirts to their vendors? Tres analogue.

    Ah, the catalog is assembling. I worry slightly less now, as just moments ago I thought the tape to be hopelessly, disastrously blank. Backup-Exec, a product that has changed hands four times in the last ten years (Arcada, Seagate, Veritas and now Symantec), has often been the source of pain to me. Servers would never reboot if it weren’t for tape drives. Well, and porno. But then there’d be no reason for computers at all, if demographic usage research is to be believed.

    If it weren’t for shitty searching, no one would research at all.