When I left my desk yesterday, everything looked normal.

Joe Paterno and the San Fransico Giants guy were bobbling away happily, and Yoda was just hanging out being wise.

When I came in today, something was different. The first thing I noticed was the haze in the air. When I got close enough, through the haze, I could see this:

Those monkeys may not look familiar to all of you, but they certainly did to me.

Was winning a birthday contest worth the corruption of my favorite septuagenarian bobble head, the ageless Giants fan, or Master Yoda?

The answer, of course, is yes. Pass the smokes, monkey. Wait, those are cigarettes, right? Why are you guys so giggly?