Yah-hey and welcome to another installment of our online holiday cards. We're a little more harried, a little more weirded out, and a lot more busy, yet still full of love and longing and amplitudinous ladles of lackadaisically lugubrious laxity, and, well, just full of it, really.

We all took some blows this year, from the cage-rattling of our finances to a sobering theft of security and innocence. We're going to be okay, though. We've kept our sanity and our humor about us, and we certainly plan to get back into the swing of things. Parties and club nights and game nights and quiet dinners and evenings of giggling our asses off, and a general dilation of mayhem and giddy irreverence. Look forward to it.

We're all still fine in Orange County, although the cost may drive us back up north someday. Bianca is finished with Fall Finals, and is looking around in a daze trying to figure out exactly how one fills up a day when not coccyx-deep in Masters coursework. She thanks all of you for putting up with our absences and occasional radio silence. Dave now works in West Los Angeles, happily oblivious in a new building. Fujasu is furry and grumpy. Naginata is furry and perky.

So happy holidays to all of you. Thanks for sticking with us, even when we blast old Ted Nugent songs outside your bedroom window or spray-paint your tires yellow. We'll see you soon.

LOVE,