I think it is safe to say that my dear animal friend Ernestito is not coming back. I have heard Coyotes from the back yard and i fear he may have fallen prey to one. Such is the way of the outdoor cat. I tried to get copy of Musa's translation of Dante's Purgatory from the bookstore..... the publisher's list price was $100.00. fuck you penguin putnam. For that kind of money i want free shipping and it has to be delivered to my door by two nude publishing executives. I saw a super-trig mullet on the train the other day(i really should get a digital camera) the owner of the mullet made incidental eye contact with me and called me a Faggot! I dont blame him though. he seemed mighty confused sitting there in his denim shirt and stonewashed jeans. Maybe he was just a lost time-traveler overcome with vertigo and budweiser. 