The Diabolical Dwight

I'm enjoying a warm, just-out-of-the-oven corn muffin with butter as I watch "The Office," which is making a nice rebound from its dubious season premiere of last week. Much of the delicious awkwardness has returned, with boss Michael singing annoying songs and making insipid announcement to the employees. The feline post mortem tension between Dwight and Angela continues apace.

And here's a Christmas-themed commercial on NBC. I don't know if Santa was a socialist, but I don't think he was this much of a capitalist.

Dwight is such an intense character that in another context he'd be frightening.

Darla the kitty is glaring at me from the arm of the gray-green armchair that matches her eyes. Probably because we're not cuddling on the bed the way she loves.

Today was somewhat disappointing, with too much walking on a windy day while dodging smelly, filthy homeless people most of the way. Tomorrow is my interview with "The Onion." I have no idea what to expect other than that I should leave the house with plenty of time to spare, since I'll be wearing tall boots and won't want to walk too far, and will have to figure out MUNI, which I already detest.

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