LETTERS

As we expected, the replacement of the weekly horoscope with an advice column by Mystic Mona didn't go unnoticed.

I was greatly saddened to see that the weekly horoscope had been replaced by some "Dear Abby"-styled column. I would hope that somewhere in your wonderful paper you could still find a way to squeeze in the weekly horoscope.

What happened to the horoscope section? I don't see it on the opening page anymore.

What happened to the weekly horoscopes? I like Astromat. What up?

Editor's note:
We apologize for any inconvenience and trust that you'll come to enjoy and rely on Mystic Mona's insights.

A Big Thumbs Up for Weekly Film Critic

I just finished reading the movie review by Benjamin Spacek of The Looney Tunes. I believe this to be the second review to appear in the Weekly (first was In the Cut) which was written by this reviewer. I am very impressed with his use of the English language to get across his opinion of the movie. He seems to have an in-depth knowledge of the movie industry. If this is truly only his second review, you might have a rising star in this gentleman, one to watch closely.

Bad Boyz

All That Glitters columnist Richard Abowitz received this in (belated) response to his September 4 column about the 311 Boyz:

I really appreciated your commentary on this subject in the Las Vegas Weekly. That remorseless punk, Stephen Gazlay, may not fall victim to a physical beatdown like the countless he is alleged to have committed, however I do believe in karma. You eventually reap what you sow.

May that media darling gets his just comeuppance in a court of law.

Note to Sonja

I'm an occasional reader and have a stupid question. Is Sonja single? I'm a single, 34-year-old career professional. I have never been married, have no kids, own my own home, blah, blah, blah ...

I'm not unattractive; in fact I posed for a calendar a few years and beers back. I'm not dysfunctional in any way that I know of and thought I'd throw myself to the wolves at the risk of being one of Sonja's weekly stories, just for the chance to meet her. And yes, I've seen her and think she's quite beautiful.

Someone Had to Write in to Complain Bitterly About Society's Preoccupation with Michael Jackson

I hope the current infamy of Michael Jackson is an object lesson, though I'm afraid it won't be. He, like most of our beloved celebrities, is an ass and can't do anything worthwhile to begin with. Who gives a damn about his stupid form of dancing and bodily antics? I believe an orangutan might be taught to do the same—and what is its lasting meaning? It tickles me pink that his mugshot now looks like a cartoon or a clown-face. Why do people pay into and buy into the vapidity of him and all the other vapid celebs, such as Madonna, DeGeneres, Spears—all those asses? They really can't do anything, aren't talented, aren't beautiful and aren't interesting. I hope the Jacko ass has proved it.

Traffic Complaint

I have a question for the City manager. How's come I can't leave my home in the northwest in the morning anymore without running into construction? The only way I can get out in a timely manner is to go down 95 to the dreaded Rainbow Curve! I try to take surface streets, but everyone of 'em is bottlenecked down to one lane for construction of one type or another!

Why can't you finish one project before starting another? Come on, guys! Think of the little guy commuting to work every morning.

Please stop fixing all the stuff that isn't broken!