| Author | Subject: The Sign on the Door |
| Geoff | Posted At 14:05:59 11/11/2005
There is a sign on the bathroom door in our office building that says "Out of Order". The bathroom isn't out of order, the door is. Seems the termites have nibbled away at the wood on the inside frame of the hollow door and now the hinges have nothing to hold on to, so the door sort of hangs from the device at the top that's supposed to make it shut in a more civilized way. (What do you call those angled things, anyway - door civilizers?) I still use the bathroom, of course, I lift and open the door (like a Platex® Bra - lifts and separates) and lock myself in the stall. I would use the urinal, but that would leave me a bit exposed to the elements and the world. Steve, of course, uses the downstairs bathroom. I would, but, I guess, my laziness is stronger then my modesty. My modesty isn’t very strong at all, it seems. In fact, I’m not even sure I have one. We do continue to work on WW, of course. Lee and Peter are hard at work making the Renaissance inhabitable by humans. Or at least by theater patrons. You may also soon be seeing some press and (dare we hope) actual newspaper and magazine reviews of the book. We've been sending out all sorts of releases and doing lots of followup and getting requests for review copies and all that responsible, professional adult stuff. We did a "reprinting" of the book, fixing a few minor errors we found and putting a new published date on the copyright page. Oh, and we have a stalker. Now we know we're going to be famous. Some of you may remember a strange coot who was posting on the "other" discussion board who had decided his mission in life was to (anonymously) enlighten the world about how phony and untalented Steve and I are. We took that board off-line (not because of him, but because of the incredible amount of spam it was getting) and he seemed to disappear, but he (or someone like him) resurfaced early this week and posted a rather odd review on our Amazon page saying we're scam artists and that all the reviews we had gotten there were plants. It wasn't even a review, really. Ah, well. Best not to engage the fellow, I say. He just proves that we're on to something big. Which we are. And I haven't written a pome in ages. (You can't call what I write poems, that would give them too much class...) so here goes: I sing the body electric - oh, wait. Whitman already wrote that one. Hickory Dickory Dock? I guess there are no pomes in me today. I'll have to check in with Twain this weekend. Well, that's the news from River Bend. Well, Los Angeles, actually, the closest thing we have to a river here is a deep concrete trough that snakes through the city and cuts under the freeways in several places. There's almost never any water in it, and when there is, it's sadly shallow and vaguely green. Geoff |
| Geoff |
Re: The Sign on the Door (Currently 0 replies)
Posted At 14:07:36 11/11/2005 P.S. And there is somethign weirdly wrong with the discussion board software. When I posted this, it said it already had 10 responses. Computers - not an exact science, it seems. Geoff |
| Steve |
Re: The Sign on the Door (Currently 0 replies)
Posted At 15:53:58 11/11/2005 Shouldn't that sign read: "Out Of A Door" par.ump pump. And that door ain't hollow. Here's a pome to a door. I used to be a useful door then some termites ate me. Now I am no door no more but rather I am scrap wood. |
| Geoff |
Re: The Sign on the Door (Currently 0 replies)
Posted At 15:15:22 11/16/2005 They put upon the hinge a brand new door And when it opens wide, it clears the floor And when it starts to close, to my surprise It gently shuts itself, how civilized! Geoff |
| Dingo |
Re: The Sign on the Door (Currently 0 replies)
Posted At 16:02:54 11/23/2005 For lack of a good poop joke (I am very proud that there hasn't been one yet!), I submit a haiku: The new door is nice. It protects you from drafts And from prying eyes. |
| Geoff |
Re: The Sign on the Door (Currently 0 replies)
Posted At 17:35:52 11/23/2005 There once was a door on a coop. Old hinges made the thing droop. It never fell in, But I bet you a Fin That you thought I was going to say "Poop" |