Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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, December 09, 2004
Fritz, I hope you're in a holiday mood!
Possums to stage 'Best Christmas Pageant Ever'Well, of course, it's because of all the possums involved.
UPDATE 1:40 p.m.: Just got off the phone with the estimable Mr. Schranck, who called out of amazement and wonder that I had linked to his hometown paper and side-employer. HOWEVER, I fear I messed up his big surprise by being such a dolt.
It seemed he called in to our main switchboard, who routed the call to our department director's secretary, who then routed it to me. And the only thing she said was that she was tranferring a call to me. So I quickly swallowed my slurp of kung pao chickend and answered with my most professional voice, and the only thing I heard on the other end was a somewhat staticky, "Twheoruohdpossmlkjroffce!"
Now, you have to understand, in my job I get a LOT of phone calls like this--befuddled citizens jabbering at whomever they can find to talk to, even if they don't know who it it. And so, I thought I had one on the line--it sounded like a very weak cell phone connection, and so I tried my best to decipher what was being said. Finally, I heard, "TERRY! This is FRITZ! I said, "POSSUM POINT PLAYER'S TICKET OFFICE!"
OHHhhhhhh. Boy, did I feel like a maroon. Thankfully, he's much nicer than to call me that over the phone. SO, we had a nice long talk about colleges and land development and Stephen Sondheim dreariness and weekly newspapers and house prices and the pitiful fact that poor old Birmingham doesn't have a seacoast. (I hear, however, they ARE going to build a new one in Trussville.)
ANYway, thanks for the buzz, Fritz, and I'm sorry my ears and brain were so clogged.
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