I just realized I hadn’t read anything from him in a while, but I thought that was just because I had been on vacation. But then today I looked it up, and I see his last post was on May 9.
Anyone know where the multifish is? Out campaigning with Esprix? Attending an Episcopal Tent Revival (they’re fired up about social justice and love for others, you know! 
) Or perhaps he’s on vacation himself?
Inquiring Mars wants to know.
Maybe this is his multi-state driving trip.
He mentioned he was going on a business trip and would be away for some time.
Ahh - thanks all. Nothing exciting, just a boring old business trip, eh?
Earl Snake-Hips Tucker - did you used to have a different screen name? I don’t think I have ever seen a post by you before, but you have obviously amassed a large number of them in almost 4 years - or am I just that clueless to not notice you?
Mars
who can hijack his own thread if he wants to 
I’ve been wondering about 2trew and Wang Ka myself.
Mars Horizon, the poster currently known as Earl Snake-Hips Tucker used to be Mjollnir (I’m pretty sure…). I think he had a great name before, but he has an even better name now. Though this time around, I don’t get the reference.
He is… uh… temporarily unavailable to the press.
Now, on a completely unrelated note, does anyone know how to dispose of a dead hooker?
Esprix
Esprix, that’s what you’ve got a Chief of Staff for. Things are being taken care of as efficiently as ever, and the whereabouts of all relevant personnel are accounted for.
CJ
We may need to replenish the, er, special funds if he’s going to make a habit of this, though.
OK, here’s the deal:
My old name was suggested from
a) Greg “The Hammer” Valentine, son of the late great Johnny Valentine (whose own blows were called “sledge hammers”)
b) Led Zeppelin documentary “Hammer of the Gods”
c) I was a big “Thor” comics fan when I was a kid–that was one MF of a weapon.
But so far as why that changed. . .
Well, it started last fall. There was a Dopefest in my (extended) local area. Now, such gatherings have been suggested three times before, and each time I responded–not only did it kill the thread but it never came about.
Well, there was a very special guest in town (from this board), and there were plans for this person to meet some of the locals. I didn’t respond to the thread because a) since it was actually two hours away from me personally, I wasn’t sure I could make it, and b) I felt that I had jinxed the several previous ones.
So . . .
The date arrived. I had no hold-ups at work. I left directly and made it in time. Two of the party were already there, and the hostess pointed them out to me. I had not responded that I was coming, so I introduced myself. . .
Or so I tried. My throat constricted! I couldn’t speak! At the time I thought I had inhaled some pollen or some allergen when I went to speak, and it caused me to choke up. Now I wonder if it might also been just nerves over announcing that I was crashing the party. I did manage to squeak out who I was finally.
Blank stares.
They had no idea who I was. Despite having been on the boards for three years and over 3000 posts at the time–they were clueless. Oh, boy. . . !
A few minutes later, the special guest arrived with her local hostess. I introduced myself to them.
Blank stares again.
Oh, boy. . . !
Well, things actually went OK, although as I was the lone–and completely unannounced male–at this table with five ladies, I sorta felt that they were all eating with one hand and had pepper spray at the ready in the other.
As the party broke up, I mentioned that I was a little surprised that despite my relatively long presence and post count that no one knew me–despite the fact that the special guest and I had posted in many of the same threads, and all three of the local people posted in a short thread of mine (on a subject of local interest). One said, “what was your name again?” I replied–and spelled it out. Then the lights went on. OK, so it wasn’t so much that they didn’t know me. They apparently didn’t understand my incoherent ramble because of the way I half-squeaked, half mumbled my name upon introduction.
I felt a new name was in order. Just in case I ever crashed another fest (as I have done three different times), I wanted something a little more intelligible–and memorable–for my incoherent tongue.
But what???
Well, I started thinking about some of the names I saw in a documentary called That’s Black Entertainment. It was a showcase of some of the Black performers from the 1930s thru the 1950s, mostly obscure for the average film buff because Black film making and film makers are poorly documented–and there are so few surviving movies. Among the entertainers showcased in this film were:
Rubberneck Homes: He did the “Rubberneck Dance”
Crip Heard: A one-legged tap-dancer
Sugar Chile Robinson: A child piano-playing prodigy
A 300 pount tap dancer whose name I don’t recall, and
Earl Snake-Hips Tucker.
His specialty was the “snake hips” dance. It was a dance in which he vibrated his hips, and with the loose-fitting clothes he wore, they undulated all over his body as he vibrated. You had to see it to appreciate it.
So. . . I though of one of those names from a part of entertainment history mostly forgotten: Rubberneck Holmes? Crip Heard? Sugar Chile Robinson? Earl Snake-Hips Tucker? George Kingfish Stevens?
I settled on Earl Snake-Hips Tucker.
I shouldn’t get really sordid on you all, but there was a guy who was recently indicted on charges of killing prostitutes. I suppose he could have some advice, although I wouldn’t recommend getting it.
Earl baby, you have placed my mind at ease with that completely thorough explanation. And I wasn’t even the one who asked. (Hi bristlesage!)
So, wait-a-minute…Poly is on a biz trip? I missed his “I got a job” thread obviously. Whassup?
-Tcat
It’s a one-off deal with a former colleague, Tomcat. They are working together as consultants on some upstate New York town’s waterfront revitalization plan the town has to submit for some kind of funding.