P.S. for those of you who don’t know, Julie, my roommate in Santa Cruz,
lost her dog, Mea, the big blond one that sat on the couch looking out the
window all day. She died on New Year’s Day, and Julie was so distraught.
She went to a psychic recently, and gave the woman Mea’s name, and the
woman told her that she was in “heaven” with four others, names starting
with M, P, T and Sa. The first three, Julie thinks, are Morgan, Panache and
Trucker, her three dogs before Mea. The last one, she thinks, will probably
be Sasha. Sad, but it’s nice to think my pup will be with friends. :)

La gracia es que la tipa que escribió esto es periodista científica en activo. ¿Dónde está su escepticismo? (evidentemente, su ñoñería lo ha matado)

PS: El Teleoperador dijo que me querías escribir y tal. Aún espero tu mail…