Some people from the Post-Gazette just walked in and had me sing Auld Lang Syne. In doing that, I realized I only know the first line. I hummed the rest. Apparently I’m going to be singing, and by singing I mean humming, on the Post-Gazette website on New Year’s Eve. My crooning will be spliced with a bunch of other people who were asked to do a similar thing. My picture will pop up when my hum comes up. That’s funny stuff.

I’m not sure how I feel about this, but I may be destined to become a chess player. Just before Christmas a customer convinced me to play a game with him. Let me tell you, convincing me to sit down and play a board game was QUITE an accomplishment on his part. Just ask my friends who try to tell me playing RISK is a good idea.

Anyway, he taught me how to play, I sat through the game, and I didn’t dislike it nearly as much as I thought I would. Then, for Christmas, I received a chess board AND an LCD computer chess game. Last night I was hanging out with a friend. I discovered she just happens to be a friend who plays chess.

Friends, the signs are clear. Come into Hot D***a, where we have a chess set, and play a game with me sometime soon. If that’s not a good reason to visit, the come into Hot D***a, where the owner now knows all the words to Auld Lang Syne…

Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and days of auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we’ll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and days of auld lang syne?
And here’s a hand, my trusty friend
And gie’s a hand o’ thine
We’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne