Last evening was the "Holiday Spectacular," a press-only meet-and-greet event for consumer tech folks, primarily existing as a place to schmooze over free booze with your other journo friends, avoid the Creepy Bat-Santas among the rest*, and flirt with cute PR girls who are paid to laugh at your jokes. I hate these events in theory, but find myself irresistibly drawn to them, if only to bask in a momentary fantasy land where I can be cooler than almost everyone in the room by simply refusing to wear a string of plastic Mardi Gras beads. Most of the products on display at these things aren't new; that's okay, since the majority of the press there are from mainstream, non-tech-oriented outlets. They rightly don't care if something's been on the shelves for a while. But for the cream scrapers, it's common to find absolutely zero new products worth talking about, leaving one free to chat to PR people and wheedle out rumors like, "there's a 75% chance an upcoming version of the Microsoft Zune will support wireless headphones." A wisp, I know, but you take what you can get. My point, now that I've completely overcharged it, is that this "Disc Painter" printer from DYMO was actually pretty great, capable of printing near-professional-looking graphics on any given printable CD or DVD in just a couple of minutes using their "RadialPrint" spinning technology. It'll be out next month for $280 and will come with enough ink to print about a hundred discs. The ink replacement, in typical printer company fashion, will be available only from DYMO for $30 a pop, per color. That means I won't be buying one of these until the cost of the printer is cheaper than the cost of a set of replacement ink. That day will come sooner than later, I suspect. They really did print nice discs, though. As my videographer friend Richard remarked, a nicely-printed disc is about the only thing that was keeping his DVD submissions from looking completely professional, making the Disc Painter the "last piece" in his rig. Teaser Page [Global.Dymo.com] * And boy are there a bunch of creepy tech journos; we are a race whose inevitable end seems to be a deflated morlock posture weighed down by too-large pockets filled with gizmos, with wild ivory hair and skin to match.