Boy, is everyone gonna be disappointed when they read it’s just me saying “my E-mails’ down.”
Ike—I may be in the newest New Yorker after all, though I couldn’t find myself on the newsstand. Do you have a copy at work? If I’m there, can ya fax me the page at (212) 455-1010? Thanks!
Sax—Nothing special, just E’d to see if you had as hellish a Sunday as I did.
Chief—I heard from my publisher, who said Stars & Stripes is very difficult to get into and they will not be carrying my book. They suggest getting in touch with them directly and they’ll get it to you if ya want.
Guess I’ll wait to get back to the States to lay my hands on it. That August commission check’ll just be huge!
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Location: Anywhere you feckless landlubbers ain’t.
Interests: Navy Chow, Port of Call, The Head, Air Superiority
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“Avast and ahoy, landlubbers! Shore leave’s in August. Hide your women.” – A WallySig
OK, Chief—I’ll have them keep a copy in the oven for you.
Ike, I found that mention, in the April 17 issue—it’s not MUCH better than nothing, but a tad. It’s on page 24, if you blink you’ll miss it. So no need to fax anything.
News flash! I need to break my cover shortly. (looks around nervously)
The tomatoes are riper than the carrots. I repeat, the tomatoes are riper than the carrots. This news was given to me by a woman sitting on a blue chair next to a green table with a red lamp. (blue chair, green table, red lamp.)
Eve (or should I say v) I can sympathize with your e-mail-lessness. But don’t you think it’s a trifle unwise to post a personal phone number, even a fax one, on this board. Hell, having seen some of the loonies here, I don’t even mention what town I live in.
(pssssst…that’s not really Eve’s fax number, it’s George Steinbrenner’s. So all those mash notes and clinically obscene photos you guys have been faxing since this afternoon? They’re all going where they’ll do the most good.)
Actually * Little Nemo, you were considered for the job of Eve’s courier ** until ** she found out that you were overqualified for the job.
She caught the post where you detected UncleBeer’s Figgy Pudding recipe mistake, and was * most impressed *.
But, unfortunately, she also saw the way you blew off the Jamie Lee Curtis issue, going past the ovary problem straight for the royal title. ** Made you just too conspicuous *
LISTEN EVERYONE. STOP VIOLATING NATIONAL SECURITY OR I WILL BE FORCED TO CONTACT FORMERAGENT. HE WORKS IN THE SAME BUILDING I DO SO I SHOULD BE ABLE TO FIND HIM IN A COUPLE OF WEEKS. WHO IS YOUR MODERATOR? WHERE IS MY POISON DART UMBRELLA? WHY IS MY CAPLOCK KEY STUCK?