The other day, I received a plain envelope in the mail.  I wasn’t expecting it, and was perplexed as to what it could possibly be.  The return address was from one “Crystal Skull” in Chicago.  “Crystal?  Who the hell is Crystal?  I don’t know any ‘Crystal’ in Chicago,” I thought

Well, isn’t this something. Here I was always under the impression that Hello Kitty just sort of, like, happened. Like one day we all went to sleep and the next we woke up and there was this ubiquitous, mouthless cat that was emblazoned upon anything with a surface. And, probably,