In which our intrepid correspondent marvels at the hair helmet who has perfected the first lesson of getting caught red handed: deny, deny, deny.

In which our intrepid correspondent gets his blood moving as he tries to thaw out from standing in the DC cold for six hours.

In which our intrepid correspondent attempts to look back over the last eight years in a professional and impartial manner, and tries not to plotz.

In which our intrepid correspondent hails a landmark occasion with a hallmark observation.

In which our intrepid correspondent waxes nostalgic over the last 12 months.

In which our intrepid correspondent, full of the spirits of the season, (and much nog) doles out a few gifts to the least fortunate of us all.

In which our intrepid correspondent barely contains himself talking about what you could say was a shoe-in for this year's Iraqi Funniest Videos competition.

In which our intrepid correspondent flies in the face of conventional wisdom and defends Illinois Governor Blagojevich.... Nah. Like everybody else, he beats him like a rental car going off road over coastal gulleys.

In which our intrepid correspondent congratulates a tiny federal agency for going above and beyond the call of dufusity.

In which our intrepid correspondent investigates the customs and the consequences of the best holiday ever.