It means a lot to this pale urban primate to have someone whose parents did such a better job naming him, supporting my efforts, as well as the gnome-like efficiency of Charles, who is actually an android who I taught stick-fighting to and has become unsettlingly self-aware as of late. He's even growing a beard, as if grooming himself to be my earthly replacement...
Have a sublime Winter solstice.
Stay off the hoodrat menu.
And, by all means, avoid The Boned Zone!
James
