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REDIRECT ALERT! (Scroll down past this mess if you're trying to read an archived post. Thanks. No, really, thanks.) Due to my inability to control my temper and complacently accept continued silliness with not-quite-as-reliable-as-it-ought-to-be Blogger/Blogspot, your beloved Possumblog will now waddle across the Information Dirt Road and park its prehensile tail at http://possumblog.mu.nu. This site will remain in place as a backup in case Munuvia gets hit by a bus or something, but I don't think they have as much trouble with this as some places do. ::cough::blogspot::cough:: So click here and adjust your links. I apologize for the inconvenience, but it's one of those things. Wednesday, September 10, 2003
Ya know…
A little free time can be an awfully dangerous thing. Yesterday, Mrs. Watson and I got into one of our long-running freeform e-mail exchanges (by the way, a big “thank you” to Chet the E-Mail Boy for being such a good helper—I’m going to get him a box of real Kellogg’s Corn Flakes instead of the cheap store brand I usually get him) which ranged widely, as it usually does, to and fro among topics such as family, beaches, flatulence, Delaware, blogging, eggs, Marines, cosmetic waxing and its low-cost alternative—duct tape. As is the usual case, this exchange spilled over to today, which is not really a good thing since I am stuck doing a transcript of the Great Big Silly Stewpid Ignernt Show and I made mention of the fact that my tiny little walnut-sized possum brain has been nearly sucked out of my head by the numbingly uncreative task at hand, witnessed particularly by my use of the contraction “you’re” instead of the word “your”. (Shocking!!) I have felt the steady trickle of creative juices flowing out all morning. (Either that, or I need to change my Depends.) I allowed to Francesca that maybe I needed me some of that duct tape—after all, it is a cure-all of indescribable efficaciousness. Inspired by the idea of…well…what exactly I’m not quite sure, but inspired nonetheless, the Grouchy Ol’ Yorkie Lady came up with a rather nice screenplay treatment based upon my malady: SCENE - Interior, Space Ship.At this point, a bit of expository backstory may be required. Inhabitants of the remote village of Trussville, they are legendary for their skill and artistry and neat appearance and penmanship and hardiness and beauty and porcelain thimbles and annoying habit of walking in the street when there’s a perfectly good sidewalk and prowess with duct tape. (And staples.) The story continues: LURK: But they've been gone for years... killed... by the... the...::sniff:: Oh, um, er. Sorry. But that part always gets to me. IN ANY EVENT, many thanks to Nick’s Wife for this inspiring and moving contribution! (Is there any way to work in a part for Norah O’Donnell? Just a thought.)
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