Below is the winner of the current official Kjel.org hat, sleeping off a turkey bender.

As * [a special lady] was able to divine from certain words prominent in recent Kjel.org posts, (ie pregnant, birth, born, c-section, and the like) and then allude to in comment #4 of this post, a new member of Kjel.org is on the way. He or she (or, as far as we know at this point, maybe multiple he and/or she’s. Kjel.org quints, perhaps?) was recruited the old fashioned way:

Whoo-hoo!

Kjel.org’s new addition should arrive post-Summerfest 2007, but not by much. It’ll be touch and go whether the CEO makes it to the Chief Educator’s party, but the early smart money is on yes.

Bonus coverage:

Homer: Ah, another perfect day in my perfect life with my perfect job.
Wiggum: [driving by] Hey, just heard the news over the squawk box.
That’s nice work, Homer.
Homer: Thank you, thank you very much. It is nice work.
Apu: Oh, Mr. Simpson, I have just heard about the little bundle of
joy. Congratulations, sir!
Homer: It’s true, the bundle is little, but I’m not in it for the
money.
Moe: [sly] Hey, Homer! Way to get Marge pregnant. [laughs]
Homer: This is getting very abstract, but thank you: I _do_ enjoy
working at the bowling alley.

Marge enters the front door of her house.

Everyone: Surprise! Baby shower.
Marge: Baby shower? You _know_ I haven’t told Homer yet, and
he’ll be home any minute.
Patty+Selma: [mocking] Oh _really_?
[the door opens]
Marge: [gasps, sees no one there] Phew! [starts to close the
door]
Homer: [barging in] Hey, it’s me. It’s hell out there!
[notices everyone standing around]
Hey, wait a minute. What are all these presents? It looks
like you’re…_showering_ Marge with gifts. Hmm…with
little, tiny baby-sized gifts. Well, I’ll be in the tub.
[walks up stairs]
Maude: By the way, congratulations on your new job, Homer.
Homer: New job? …Marge is pregnant?! [pulls hair out] Noooooo!
[runs up stairs screaming, slams bedroom door]

* Official Kjel.org title redacted for reasons of national security