Last Friday night, I was sitting in front of the TV letting the narcotizing effect of cathode ray help me readjust after a surreal day, when I heard the chime come from the PC indicating that an email had arrived.
Being a compulsive consumer of mail both electronic and postal, I got up to see what it was. It turned out to be from one of the webmasters of The Firesign Theatre website. He was seeking to link to this here Blog in order to give the folks on their mailing list (some 1300) the chance to inflict my tale of going west on themselves.
In reply, I offered him the manuscript of the entire thing if he wanted it. He did. As a result, I am now represented on the web not only by this Blog, but also by this tiny corner of the Firesign website.
What does all this mean? Probably not much, although it is nice to get published by somebody who isn’t me.
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7 comments:
Robert G.,
It's always easier for me to write that which never happened than that which did. I had thought to send that article out, but I had no idea where. When a final resting place presented itself with no work on my part, I took the opportunity.
As far as "the missing linque" (nee Curlycue Linque, if I remember) goes, all I can say is, "From your keyboard to God's inbox." There have been some strange doings on the day-job front, and I'd rather move next into some line of work that has something to do with me being me rather than more jail time in the cubicular world.
Wait a minute. Was that an auto-reply from the heavenly email account? Uh-oh.
Robert-san,
Well, you know what they say. "Even a journey of a thousand li begins by standing in someone else's moccasins." Or something like that.
I will round it off at some point--with any luch, soon--and maybe I'll try to make a reference to Paul Harvey in the title, since it will "the rest of the story."
Nine, of course, is the number of death and rebirth (or birth and redeath as it frequently comes out of my cluttered mind). Ten is the new beginning. By the way, I changed the last sentence on the version that appears here. Do you think anybody noticed? Not me, that's for sure!
Get outta my wei, I'm off to Calistoga Spa for redeathing therapy.
Admiral Halsasssy
Get outta my wei, I'm off to Calistoga Spa for redeathing therapy.
Admiral Halsasssy
Boy, you gotta carry that wu-weight a long time. And just remember, that while at the spa for redeathing, if a bell tolls, it may toll for thee. Or someone else. It depends on who is getting the cucumber mask next.
Mr. X
PS. I would never let the whole family ride in a baloon at the same time because it is a bad idea to put all your X in one basket.
I don't know, Robert. It's all Greek to me.
I remember the English overdub version with Steve Reeves ("He's got muscles in his ears") and Overdub Taylor. If I recall, Steve tries join the Oddysseus Fellows, but a man named Jo-Jo tells him to get back to where he once belonged. And before you can say "the Dardenelles is the Hellespont," he's up in the Attica sorting through his memories.
It's been a long time since I've seen it, though.
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