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I shall leave you, my devoted Cake Eater Readers, with my smiling seven-year-old face to warm your heart with holiday cheer.

Yes, that's me. I already know I look like a boy, so you needn't tell me.

Anyway...we're on the road today, and I have a feeling the next couple of days will be inordinately busy so blogging will be light, if not non-existent, and I wanted to catch you, my devoted Cake Eater Readers, while you're still stuck at the office, but before you get drunk. I know you're just waiting to be let loose on that vat of spiked eggnog that's sitting out by reception for the office Holiday party. I realize the siren song of the nog is tough to resist, so I will keep the holiday greetings short and sweet.

Ahem.

A very Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, Cheery Saturnalia, Wonderful Winter Solstice, Krazy Kwanzaa, etc., to you, my devoted Cake Eater readers.

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The Crack Young Staff of the Hatemonger's Quarterly, we'll just call him "Chip," for the time being, has a new address.

A moo knew address.

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Let me repeat this for the umpteenth time: yes, I live in Cake Eater Land; no, I am NOT a cake eater. Look to the left on this here blog, there will be a little link in the upper left hand sidebar that rather impudently asks, "What is a Cake Eater?" Click on it and learn, children.

I am most certainly not "well-to-do." Crikeys. If I qualified for membership in the Cake Eater club, I would not have done what I did yesterday, which was to scrub the walls in my home office with Clorox Clean-Up. Why, you ask, did I scrub the walls with a bleachy cleaner? Well, I quit smoking a few months back (Do "well-to-do" people smoke nowadays? Nope. Because, supposedly, with more wealth comes the intelligence to know when you're killing yourself in the name of stress relief. They only fire up when they're stinking drunk and because, Gawd, they need something to make themselves feel alive, and smoking reminds them of when they were particularly naughty in college tha one time...) and it's been slowly dawning on me how yellow my supposedly white walls were.

If I were "well-to-do," rather than slapping on a pair of rubber gloves and hoisting a bottle of Clorox Clean-up, I would have simply wired the house with explosives and blown it up whilst watching from the other side of the street, swaddled in mink, an ice cold martini in my hand raised in honor of that master manipulator of nitroglycerin, Alfred Nobel.

But we is po', so I scrubbed the walls myself. That disqualifies me from Cake Eater Membership. I looked it up to be sure, too.

Oh, and while I'm at the correction business, Lileks lives in Minneapolis, not Edina.

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