I'm so sorry, Martin, that with my busy schedule last week I neglected to
tell you how very cool I thought your fuck-you post was, so let me not let
another moment pass without saying so and risking your loss to ever deeper
degrees of catatonia.
Now, do pull yourself together and get some scintillating discussion going
here, won't you, mein hotdogger?
Your Biggest Fan (just feel the hot air!)
on 6/30/01 12:00 PM, Martin J. Walker at [log in to unmask] wrote:
> No idea, Chris, living in Frankfurt as I do ~ but you may have saved
> poetryetc from the yawning gulf of oblivion: I was beginning to suspect that
> after the protracted SF-thread seeming to be guttering out for eons (it
> rather got on my wick), a glibbery time-glitch had enveloped the list in an
> entropic state of zero eigenvalue, or non-wave- functional paralysis, a sort
> of ex-fiat lux from which it might never have resurrected, (which would have
> been a pity, since at its best no other list could hold a candle to it...)
> Not actually having any thing to say (after my little quiz question and
> defence of myth, 26 June, were greeted with resounding silence, the
> harbinger of "Night primaeval and of Chaos old" ), I felt myself relapsing
> into catatonia ~ which is, however, par for the course with borderline cases
> such as mine, I am reliably informed.(I may title my last book _Homage to
> Catatonia_.) So thank you again, he stuttered
> fervently
> yours
> Martin
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