
- Frank Costanza: Many Christmases ago, I went to buy a doll for my son. I reached for the last one they had, but so did another man. As I rained blows upon him, I realized there had to be another way.
- Cosmo Kramer: What happened to the doll?
- Frank Costanza: It was destroyed. But out of that a new holiday was born … a Festivus for the rest of us!
- Cosmo Kramer: That must've been some kind of doll.
- Frank Costanza: She was.
It is that time of year again and even without Andy, life goes on. Feats of strength will not be the same without Andy beating down the women and children, but alas there are a plethora of grievances to be aired. The fisticuffs that erupted at the annual festivus cookie throw-down has lead to a long list of grievancesa and the banning of cookies at future festivus events. But it is time to get beyond that ugliness. So putup your aluminum pole, sit back , relax and enjoy the holiday.

- Frank Costanza: I got a lot of problems with you people! And now, you're gonna hear about it. Kruger! My son tells me your company STINKS!
- George Costanza: Oh, God.
- Frank Costanza: Quiet. You'll get yours in a minute. Kruger. You couldn't smooth a silk sheet if you had a hot date with a babe.... I lost my train of thought.





About 21 years ago, a poor couple was wandering the cold streets of Chicago with a newborn baby in their arms. The only place that would let them in out of the cold was a small architecture firm. This act of gratitude did not come without a hitch. For their act of “kindness”, the couple was to sign over their son, their first born, into servitude to the firm until the child graduated from college.
For years, this small band of architects nurtured the young baby into a full grown architect. Introduced to Froebel blocks at an early age, Andy developed a keen sense of space and form. The excitement in the office when Andy could hold his first exacto was something to behold only to be outdone by his prowess at computer aided drafting.
This May, the day of reckoning has come. After years of cutting foam-core, rendering relentless masonry piers on Photoshop, writing transmittals, and creating fantasmagoric details of bathroom tile, this child, Andrew, will be graduating from college. It is a bittersweet time. A time when Andrew might realize his freedom or realize in his heart that those people that took him in years ago turned out not to be such bad guys after all.
Will he return to assist in making those piers even more relentless, to make those bathroom tile designs really shine, to create the perfect office form so that transmittal writing becomes a joy for everyone or will he break out and leave Chicago for greener pastures?
As summer approaches, we know that Steve the younger will be returning and that there will be a number of new employees at SGW but will Andy be back. The big question is: how will we ever properly debate movie trivia without is facility with IMDB?










had a tough time lifting any prints, and also couldn't find any signs of forced entry . . . which makes it very suspicious to me. Only other person that we know has a key to our house is our landlord (in San Diego), and the maintenance guy, who's about 65, seems to be a nice guy, and generally seems harmless. He is a "townie" though, so you never really know.









