The truly wild thing is that all of Fnord is written by one person.
Me. I'm the sickest ones of all. I AM all. Oh God!
Help me, as I is helpin myself!
Clown Singular Since 1955
At the risk of alienating many of the participants on this or any other
list which occupies the same address as this list, let me just say:
"...good, Am I *hip* yet...?"
signed, EJ Fnord, fearless in the face of fearlessness.
Well, son, not quite. You *were* hip, but I'm afraid we've
had a recount, and it turns out ol' Merciful Lee there, why,
he just up and blackballed you. Said yer name had all the
wrong letters in it. Should you couldn't drive a straight
shift. Said you was the sorta man, if his dog was drownin'
in one lake, and his preacher was drownin' in the other,
why, you'd jump on in and haul you out a preacher. The
rest of us, we told Merciful you wasn't all but half bad,
and some a that was just on acount a being Lithuanian,
which you can't hardly hold against a fella, but he wasn't
having none. Tell you what: you come on by when he ain't
here, we'll let you in the back door. You can sleep under
the porch with Ol' Caterpillar there, and maybe after you
learn you the words to a couple of George Jones songs, why,
we'll have us another vote.
Never mind. Never, ever, mind. I mean it. Never. Ever. Mind.
signed, EJ Fnord, consciously destroying all rational thought