I have not bought a breadmaker nor have I been influenced by Mudcat. It is just coincidence that I now live in Maine in a little Cape Cod vs. a money pit apartment in an Historic District in NYC. And who are these people who wander in and take over my bathroom and bedrooms? Mudcatters you say???

And why does that woman who talks funny keep showing up at my door with ugly bric-a-brac? And who left that F**kin' big trailor in my driveway? And by the way who left 15 pounds of gummy candy in my living room? And why does that strange little man from England keep calling here at odd hours? And why is there an inflatable anatomically correct sheep in my living room?

Lobster boil??? I don't eat the nasty things. And don't drop the shells down the headless Jesus! Why do I have a headless Jesus????

I used to be a NY sophisticate who attended the ballet and opera three nights a week when I was in town. Now I house inflatable mooses, religious hideobilia and wandering musicians from all over the world.

No - Mudcat has had absolutely no influence on my life.