I’ve just been enjoying an elegant luncheon with Spike the Nazgûl.

She savored a presentation of céréale de riz, while I dined on lait et légumes Old Faithful, sprayed with perfect regularity by the guest of honor herself. She also offered short, highly personal musical stylings reminiscent of the best of Karlheinz Stockhausen, and physical sketches interpreting, in her own thoughtful way, the ground-breaking work of The Three Stooges.

There was, of course, a certain amount of clean-up.

A wonderful time was had by all.