DEAR MERCURY—I just had to write and tell you I needed the belly laugh you gave me after reading your article about I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant ["I Didn't Know, OKAY?!?" I Love Television, Oct 8]. I do not have a lot of time to watch TV, but I did catch a couple of episodes of this show, and when the young girl went to the bathroom and delivered her baby in the toilet, I just had to step back and think about that one...!?



DEAR EDITOR—I generally agree with Matt Davis about the "smug fog" in Portland ["Down the P-Hole," Hall Monitor, Oct 8]. Matt takes me to task for my statement about Portland as Jesus' favorite city. I would too—it is an easily misconstrued statement. For what it's worth—here is the context, and my intent. I spoke at a Season of Service event sponsored by evangelical Christians. A number of speakers referenced Portland's liberal reputation, and past conflicts between progressives and evangelicals. As a progressive who doesn't wear his faith on his sleeve, I issued a challenge—in a lighthearted way—that Portland could become Jesus' favorite city. By that I meant a city committed to social justice, love, and understanding.

 -Nick Fish


DEAREST MERCURY—Reading Hulk op-ed bring green tear to Hulk's eye ["One Hulk's Opinion," New Column! Oct 8]! Drunk, depressed Hulk write op-ed and then make personal ad on Mercury website for ladies of Portland! Hulk try everything to meet nice girl in Portland, but Portland women so cold! Hulk not make sweet, sweet love since long ago when Hulk friend [Mercury Music Editor] Ezra Ace Caraeff take Hulk to Crash Worship show in San Diego... Hulk take dose of grinch blotter and things get very strange... fiery image of Che Guevara... tear gas... frog-covered fruit orgy... Ezra hit in head with bottle... Hulk gulp down bag o' red wine... Hulk hook up with glittery serpentine girl, but then she transmogrifies into four-foot furry black moth and flutters away into night... Hulk walk along beach at 6 am. Alone. Hulk so lonely!!


AW, POOR HULK. Hulk wins the Mercury letter of the week, complete with two tickets to the Laurelhurst Theater and lunch at No Fish! Go Fish! where you're sure to fall in love... with the food.