an episode of futurama had me on the edge of tears earlier. it concerned a dog who was loyal, and lonely, and then died. i don't want a dog, or a cartoon dog, or a master (the pinee) but i can empathise. although i didn't actually cry ('cause i've been unable to actually cry for as long as i can remember) i do take heart at such seedlings remaining within my breast. it;s nice to feel occasionally human, like i might have stuff in common with others excepting fucking records or current affairs or such.