Gaping holes fascinate me. I've always wanted to see the Grand Canyon, or meet George Bush. Tangentially--and isn't everything tangential in the end? (must write that down for my next collection of intellectual musings that seem to have import but upon examination prove not to, not in the least bit)--my bucket list was reduced by one last weekend when I witnessed a dear friend vomiting, an item I never dreamed would be dispensed with. Now that leaves just two goals on the list: to fill Chris Bonney's luxury vehicle with Puffy Cheetos©, and to become a sex worker. As the years pass, the second of these grows increasingly unlikely. I have an awful lot to learn, anyway. When I asked at Home Depot for a fishnet hose, the guy didn't know what I was talking about.