Well, not only was yesterday one of the best Tuesday Salons ever (introducing Colonel Ronald's Special Chicken was a brilliant addition to the evening), but I also had the chance to stick it to the man beforehand, regarding my broken TiVo.

How? Well, let's just say that if you plan to stick it to the man (in all his forms), count on being baffled by a complex phone system. After a full hour of calling various folks in India and Winchester (and explaining, patiently, that there was no Mrs. Edward, that the person in question was my mother and that, no, they didn't list their telephone number, and that no, i didn't have the original receipt) I finally may have been able to get my TiVo repaired. And by "repaired" I mean "replaced", which means all my old episodes of ATHF, My Life as a Teenage Robot, Sealab 2021, etc. will be shortly terminated. Which is somewhat sad....but not when compared to the ability to watch one show and record another.

Did I happen to mention, in the past, that last week I found all my old Sifl-n-Olly episodes on a cd? They sure took me back...