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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. Thursday, April 01, 2004
"We just got a let-ter! We just got a let-ter! Wonder who it's from!?"
Man, I can't stand Blue's Clues. Be that as it may, Chet the E-Mail Boy has been hopping this morning trying to clear out the old inbox. If he keeps tapping any harder on that telegraph key, he's gonna catch it on fire! (No, Chet, not really. Now get back to work.) Chet rushed in here just now having finished his final typeset of the following message from some guy: Date: Thu, 1 Apr 2004 02:30:18 -0600
At least Mr. von Krag has good hygiene. It's important to remember to always clean your hands and cutting boards to eliminate dangerous organisms and germs. Sadly, it was too late when Tony learnt that, but let his example be a guide for you all! NOW THEN, as for Miss Laurel, she indeed does have an interesting site--turns out that she lives up there in Minnesota, and has even written some stuff for the same inkrag as Mr. Lileks, and best of all, she loooooooves the teevee. Hard to top that. Even if she does associate with people who wear purple and gold. And the link to Mr. Evanier's (a bigwig animation and cartoony guy) site is great, too--full of stuff about his backyard critters, including a variety of possums. Oddly enough, he is also friends with the Carolyn Kelly, daughter of Walt "Creator of Pogo" Kelly, AND several years back, he worked on a project for CBS called Mama Don't Allow: A little over a decade ago, someone at CBS decided to produce an animated special based on a colorful book by Thacher Hurd. It was named Mama Don't Allow and it involved the hoary song of the same name. Briefly, it's the story of a young possum named Miles who is given a saxophone which he plays so badly that his mama orders him from the house. He roams about with his instrument, repulsing others with its sounds until finally, near the end, he learns to play the thing well. The end. [Not quite--Ed.] all of which means that there is some sort of odd, cosmic coincidental sort of thing going on here.Or not. But, anyway, many thanks to Mr. von Krag for writing in, and for allowing me to tease him in a highly public way. As I always say, no one with the last name of Krag can be bad--the Krag rifle has the smoothest operation of any bolt action rifle ever made--period. If I had the extra cash, I would go buy one just to be able to sit around and fiddle with it. But that's just me.
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