Hi Paul,
Where have you been? The last post I remember seeing from you, you were wandering around wearing a headband and black socks, emitting male hormones. You perchance were abducted? I hope you had fun.
You missed the Yard Sale on spare lives. Do you like mine? -today I'm Mother Teresa, trying to restore credibility to the thread in case serious PTEC people drop by.
There may be a few lives left lying around if you need one, although they were pretty picked over. I'm sure you have no life either, or why else would you be here?
Jeff and Alex were terribly greedy and took all the ones they thought might attract women; last night we saw them trying to unobtrusively sneak out as Don Juan and Rudolf Valentino(Alex looking like a tent as the Sheik-but don't tell him). Flicker followed them as Mata Hari, but swore me to secrecy about what she saw.
Alexa has me confused-she keeps muttering, "Call me Jane," but I can't tell which one--Tarzan's Jane? Jane Hathaway from Beverly Hillbillies? Dick and Jane? And Michael keeps talking into small objects whispering "Beam me up". Very scary.
Here's a box that's unlabelled if you want to see what's left. Don't disturb Wagner as you go in the bedroom. Thomas is writing a sequel to the Ring Cycle. It's quite avant garde; he has set it in LA, put the Valkyrie in black leather and on motorcycles and the Ring is being worn through the nose of Siegfried who has returned from the dead, apparently not having been immolated in the final scene, but cryogenically preserved in Valhalla. Unfortunately, Thomas has gotten sidetracked in the opening scene, calling the agents of the actresses he hopes to cavort with as naked RhineMaidens in the first scene. |
