Meowwwwwww, kittens. Sunday evening, December 9, Gamine of the Grotesque Gyna Bootleg will cast upon us, as a soiled and tattered hosiery, her mystery and horror. What smoldering spells shall she wield? What hypnotic enchantment will she intone? With what Trojan lullaby will she lure us near to her web? And with what smart cocktail will we soothe our parched and dusty throats as we behold her?