Hey corn muffins - sorry I left you high and dry last Friday. I woke up at around 8:30 on the morning after the Q Division Christmas party featuring kegs and kegs of frosty free beer and promptly called in sick to Scamper HQ. Scamper management immediately informed me that my lack of a journal entry will be docked from my Scamper paycheck next week, but I suppose it's all for the best. Keith insists on paying us in "Scamper Bucks" which are only good at the Scamper store which has really inconvenient hours over the holidays.

Still, some highlights from the holiday party:

- I was pretty psyched up for free food. As Mike, Nate and myself walked in, they greeted people, said hello to other bands, etc. You know - like grown-ups do at a party. I, on the other hand, practically sprinted to the buffet table, knocking over pregnant women and gamey-legged British orphans on my way to the sushi platter. As I barrelled through the crowd, I heard Nate over my shoulder say, "Wow - look at him. He's not talking to anybody."

- Some of the greatest bands and musicians in Boston were performing and jamming in the other room. And I refer to it as the "other room" because it was the room without the many kegs of frosty free beer. So I'm just going to go ahead and assume the music was great. The beer, on the other hand, was free which automatically makes it great.

- As the night wore on, I got into a deep discussion about atheism vs. agnosticism with our wonderproducer Tom Polce. In the middle of our pyrotechnic explosion of intellectual deconstruction, he turns to me and says, "Did you just fart?" I hung my head in shame as he walked away.

Speaking of Q Division and Tommy Boy, we hit the studio this weekend... and I'll give you a full report on the capers and hijinx tomorrow. Boo-yah! You just got punk'd!