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It's time to write again! The ideas flow from my pen in a trickle at first, then ever more broadly, finally in a mighty river that empties into the pages of my book. I shall call my publisher in the morning.
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What are you going to call him?
Ah, the soul of a sharer, right?
Tue, Mar 31, 1992 (21:27) Thu, Feb 18, 1993 (06:19) Thu, Mar 24, 1994 (03:37)
Ah.
Re: #3. Sat, May 27, 1995
I would have to add, though: Mon, May 29, 1995 (17:16)
Sat, Jan 11, 1996 (17:03)
<robh notes that dang is about a year late, more or less>
It's sad, really. Because I've been waiting here all this time.
Tue, May 5, 1987 Who are we waiting for to write what?
Tue, Dec 1, 1983 We are waiting for the fish.
Prophets have foretold the descent of a great halibut from the heavens, which will redeem all mankind and wash our sins away. Except, of course, for the wicked, who are eternally battered, deep-fried, and served with chips. The somewhat wicked are transmuted into a side order of cole slaw.
Lew Zealand would love that one! "Look, my fish comes back to me!"
Llewellyn Zealand, eh? Any relation to the more famous Newton?
What, the cookie? With figs?
Never mind...
All the more for me to consume. I am the monster that shall eat Ann Arbor.
Tue Sep 17 00:07:50 EDT 2002
resp:12 Others prophesied of a great Leviathian emerging from the great depths of the ocean, in shark form. "Behold, he shall be called 'The Great White Mack' and he shall wreak terror and destruction, consuming everything in his path. And lo, he shall be funky." Unfortunately, he wound up as shark steak and fin soup that fed the hungry of Asia for 40 days and 40 nights.
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