come on wireless network.

Black Friday victory: I stopped at Eckerd to pick up a bottle of hair gel for my brother, and at the checkout, the cashier scratched off a lottery ticket-type thing for me that allowed me ten percent off my “entire purchase.” I thought I feigned delight, but I’m not sure I could muster up enough to be convincing, standing there with one product worth about four dollars in my hand. Should I have shrieked a bit, perhaps kissed her? Oh well.

The Post-Gazette listed all the upcoming TV holiday specials today; full analysis forthcoming, but I’ll give you this: no Garfield Christmas this year (that I saw), but NBC is running “Year Without a Santa Claus,” which seems to be coming back into vogue. Anything that brings the Heatmiser increased visibility is okay in my book.

There’s a certain sweet spot on my bed here at the parents’ that allows me to steal Wi-fi from someone out there — I can’t even begin to imagine what neighbor it is, and the fact that the only place I can snatch it it smack in the middle of my bed does not indicate any particular direction the signal might be coming from. Regardless, something to give thanks for.