The Ponkster is going through a rough time.

He's surviving, but various missionary mechanisms have inadvertently made this year to be a bluesy Xmas.

I encourage the whole lot of you marsupials to write to him. Tell him how much you miss him. Ramble about your daily lives and how you ever first stumbled upon his songs, blarghs, or poniwords. Discuss your favorite Coldplay songs. Tease him about EVE from WALL-E. Whatever. Just hearing from people like yousa would likely make this Donny Osmond's winter a tad bit warmer.

I know sending letters overseas is like sacrificing a MacDonald's lunch. But if y'all head over to your local post office and sacrifice a measly $2 - $5 for cannonballing one envelope, you could bring instant warmth to a snazzy someone across the ocean. Or, Hell, maybe across the city block. I'm looking at you, Luigi.

Just be sure to send your letters to:

Anziano Thomas Kyler Burton
Italy Milan Mission
Via Antonio Gramsci 13/2
20090 Opera MI
Italy

No, you don't have to tell him I laid in the cattle prod. Just wish him a merry-birth-of-the-saiyan-jew and bring on the warm fuzzies. F'naaa?

F'naaa
-SS&E