Friday was not a good day to be in the office. It's never a good idea to talk much about work on your blog, but let's just say it's feeling very dot-commish at the office these days. :: With the questionable future cash flow issues, I decided at the last minute (in Macy's with a cool $100 burning a hole in my pocket), that I should try and reign in the holiday spending this year. So while it doesn't mean frozen burritos for eveyone, it does mean that this will be a stingy Christmas for SantaGene. I've already divided upp all my gift giving into three tiers, it's just the price level of the tiers has gotten ct by a significant percentage. So, if you just get a card with a candy bar inside, it's because I'm being cautious. Next year I'll make it up to you, assuming I've got better employment. :: Seriously, what is the deal with wine.com? I buy one bottle of Dom as a wedding gift, and now I'm getting holiday catalogs EVERY DAY this week. And, besides the cover art and a few changes in the front page, every catalog is the EXACT SAME. I get it, I get it, wine is a good gift, leave me the frick alone now! :: Based on a tip from gothamist.com, I decided to check out some cheap art for sale as possible gifts at the La Superette art sale. Think of it as cheap art by real nitty gritty artists. Featured a bar of sorts in the back, some weird video presentations, people wearing hip ragged clothes, mostly white people, and incidentally some stuff for sale. It felt more like an art show then a sale, especially with the people schmoozing it up refusing to get out of my way to see the merchandise. And from the conversations, it sounded like the artists themselves. And the cheap prices advertised did not materialize, except on the stuff that, to my unsophisticated eye, looked like total crap. So after 10 minutes of that, I figured these artists weren't serious about the selling part, so I'd take my money where it was appreciated. Sadly, the Holiday Fair at Union Square was closed.