The Never Ending Pool

Okay. I was just about to clean the litterbox out, but it looks like that's going to have to wait. I can't function properly when I am this upset.

Ritzy--not that it means anything, but the last person I knew named "Ritzy" was selling cigarettes at an interstate rest stop--let me tell you something. I know this is probably hard for you to understand, but I am what you would call a "professional musician." That means I know more about music and performance and the nature of pure musical performance innovation than probably anyone who has ever been named "Ritzy." That is point number one.

Point number two is, you sound like a real snake in the grass. Actually, I don't think I'm using that metaphor properly--I told you that I cannot function when I am upset. What I am trying to say is, you sound like a real wolf in sheep's clothing. You are trying to sound very reasonable about Bob, but the truth of the matter is, people who know more about this than you have already weighed in on the matter! Your negativity will not be tolerated. Please cease and desist.