Dear HUM,

I just went pee in my bathroom, and my fat bitch of a cat was locked in there. Couldn't recall
putting him in time-out, but he probably deserved it, just like some chick did for thinking she missed the train to Mars in "Stars." I wish I finally broke that son of a bitch.

Thanks for making me think I understood science. You were like the movie "Contact," but with riffs. Actually, you reminded me of the "Wrinkle in Time" series I loved as a kid, but with riffs. I think the riffs are key here. By that I mean the guitars and what they are playing. I may prefer "Suicide Machines" from "You'd Prefer An Astronaut," but that's an aside with no qualifier.

Thanks,

Yours in Space