At the Paperweight Café...

... step away from that desk.

At the Under-the-Table Café...

... I can hang out longer than you.

At the Feeling Swindled Café...

... I'm not feeling swindled. I'm feeling thankful. It's Thanksgiving! *** "Café," here at the Althouse blog, signifie...

At the Happy Center Café...

... checking the rules of the game. *** Here's the game: Hive Carbon . That's an Amazon link. And if you happen to have any other sh...

Playing Hive at Graze.

Here 's the game we were playing. Here 's the restaurant.

At the Wine Beaker Café...

... drink up and chat all night! IN THE COMMENTS: Jimmy said: "Those aren't beakers they are Erlenmeyer flasks." I knew I had ...

At the Robot Eclipse Café...

... shake 2 red fists and get on with whatever conversation you wanted to have. AND: Stock up on the official chewing gum of the Althouse b...

Somewhere in America.

(Yesterday, lunchtime.)

At the Tablescape Café...

... you don't have to extend your perspective.

At the Tablescape Café...

... there's a place for you.

Photo blues.

Oh dear... You know what that is? It's the first digital photograph I ever took. I'm uploading it to Flickr tonight along with 2,00...

Random deskscape.

A Madison bratscape.

( I have bratblogged before. )

The men at the next table were talking about something.

We were having lunch in downtown Austin, and I wasn't really eavesdropping, but I liked the guys at the next table who were having an in...

At the Tabletop Café...

... keep the conversation going while I'm in transit.