Well, at least as distinct from Marty, we know that Clinton is an actual, working musician.

Just logged in this morning and right now the Cat seems to be fairly perky. But some folks are so busy being cranky that they apparently haven't noticed.

Sure, it'll probably continue to have its less enthusiastic moments until some wealthy benefactor lays a wad of funds on Max -- or the Vulcans land and assist with some more advanced technology. But in the meantime, The Mudcat Café is here. Where would you be if it weren't? And what would you be bitching about then?

Sure, it would be very nice if the Cat were always right there when we wanted it and it always loaded fast. But until then, I'm glad it's here at all. In the meantime, the lunch at The Mudcat Café is free. So -- once in a while it's closed. And once in a while, when it's open, the waiter is a bit slow.

Bitching and complaining can be counterproductive. How about some positive, helpful suggestions?

Don Firth