Hobbes? Isn't he Calvin's tiger friend? I think he eats Metaethics for breakfast, with milk and bananas. Actually, the tropic sun hasn't dried my brain so much that I don't remember reading Leviathan as a freshman in college, and even (gulp!) liking it.

E komo mai, Jessica (that's welcome in Hawaiian). Here in the middle of the Pacific, the Mudcat is the closest I can get to the song circles I used to love in Philadelphia and Portland and Seattle. It really can be addictive; I should have gone home long ago, and I had my chance when the server was down earlier today, but... you'll see. Enjoy.

Aloha,
Mark