Datsa has rediscovered his plinth in the computer room, basically a big red pillow we put on top of a couple boxes (one containing all my old INSIDE JOKE issues, which I've resolved to scan and make into PDFs this year) and just under the window in case he wants to look out:



And Amy's rediscovered the wonders of writhing around looking for the light -- which in this case had been coming from the camera itself -- while the Tournament of Roses Parade is on:



Is there anything as insipid as a Rose Parade script? I miss all the Firesign parodies of that...