eames chairYou know, the other night I was having a bit of a problem generating the appropriate amount of blazing snark to lob at Rudy Giuliani.  Jane looked over my first draft and said, "You know that you could make this much, much funnier, right?"

It took me a few minutes to assess the problem, but then it hit me.  Here I was, in this lovely house in the lovely woods in Connecticut; fed, happy, hanging out with my friend and hero, Jane, and her retinue of gorgeous, adorable dogs.  I simply wasn't annoyed and irritated at all, which makes it very difficult to summon my usual lightning bolts to aim at the heads of the pompous, ridiculous, and banal.

I'm facing a similar problem tonight.  I made us a dinner of fresh pesto, chicken, vermicelli, and a giant loaf of garlic bread.  Jane has built a fire and the poodles are ranged throughout the room, snoozing in the warmth from the fire.  By god, if I was any more relaxed, I would be a liquid.

Jane has a gorgeous vintage Eames chair and ottoman set like the one in the photo.  The people she bought them from were friends with (ahem) Paul Freaking Newman, and it turns out that this chair was his absolute favorite and he insisted upon lounging in it for hours whenever he would visit them.

Now, R-rated musings aside about the fact that my big, scaly buttocks (and tail) are currently resting where the selfsame buttocks of Mr. Dreamy Blue Eyes Newman one rested, it occurs to me that while we all come here to this happy corner of cyber-space each night, we really know very little at all about each other's natural habitats.

Often, when I am here on the blog, I'm hunched over a PC in the control room at the radio station, but usually I'm at home kneeling at my coffee table in the front room of my little apartment with an ashtray and cup of coffee at my elbow.  I have a cable running from my MacBook to the back of my stereo so that I can play iTunes at ear-splitting volumes if I so choose, and even though I was so excited to get a wireless modem a few months ago, it turns out that I tend to always be in the same place, half-on, half-off the couch, elbows on the coffee table, cat on my lap or leaning against my shoulder, purring.

So, how about you guys?  Where are you right now?  In a home office?  In the kitchen?  Sprawled across the bed with your laptop?  What are you wearing?  (ahem!)

Come on, don't be shy.  You lurkers, too.  Come out, come out, wherever you are!