That's a good sign. The issue is this: On tuesday last a letter arrived that requested my Aunt Mehitabel's recipe for Australian goulash. I TRIED to explain to numb-nuts Ernesto that in Canada we mix the stew by having the RCMP take it with them as they pursue dangerous criminals on horseback. That is, the Mounties are on horseback and the criminals drive SUVs. Anyway, he has problems because he somehow thinks that a Mountie fired his bow unwisely (they use bows and arrows in Canada because we have laws that say people can't have guns except for criminal people who MUST carry guns or else we deport them to Iraq where they make spaghetti westerns on shoestring budgies) and hit his personal Rosie blow-up doll, and now that Rosie won't inflate, neither can he. He didn't mean to be all mad at Canada and the Mounties; it was just the angst resulting from plain ol' fuckin' frustration.