Portrait: A Prayerful Pecans

The journey from Log Cabin Republican kitty to Superjew Drag Queen kitty has been a long--but, I think, richly edifying--one.

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Important Notice

The kitty known to many of you as Paulie Walnuts (aliases P. Kitty, Wally Almonds, Plush Toy, Paulo, Sir Walnuts) will no longer be known as such. He insists that, as of today, he only be referred to by his drag name, Molly Pecans. The name, he says, is an homage to Yiddish film star Molly Picon. (We recently watched "Yidl Mitn Fidl"--that's "Yiddle With The Fiddle" to you goyishkeit types--and it really affected him.)

I want to reiterate, for your safety, that this name change is effective immediately. Persons referring to him by former monikers risk being bitten or scratched. Ms. Pecans also requests that visitors not look him directly in the eye. As usual, any cameras will be confiscated.

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I Might Hate The Internet

I was just thinking, I might hate the internet. Sure, it has its good points, but there's no need to enumerate them here, as they are so amply celebrated every elsewhere. Especially here--on the Internet.

I just find all the vaunted "connectivity" a little much. Knowing that I can communicate instantaneously with millions the world over creeps me out and makes me feel like a failure. Take this post, for example. Millions could read it! Three will.

In addition to being one of the loneliest, the Internet is one of the meanest places imaginable. Human interaction without human contact tends to be very mean, I suppose. The Internet is probably the worst place to encounter another person--worse than on the freeway, worse than on a telemarketing call. Because in those realms you at least get a voice or a glimpse. The Internet just gives you totally disembodied words. No handwriting even.

So I might hate the Internet. I haven't totally decided.

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