Paulie and I are still working out the coding bugs that make a smooth form out of my percussive writing. We’ll get there. Sometime before the polar ice caps melt. In the meantime, you’re stuck with a pointless story. Last night, Mamie and Trout sushi-napped me and fed me raw fish. For three hours beforehand, I struggled to remain conscious – I’m dull and tired a lot – and didn’t think I had the strength to lift dragon rolls to my lips. Surprise! I perked up as soon as our very amused waitress put down the appetizers and retracted her hands to count fingers.