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Aliens in the Office
I've been confident for some time that Pastor Vague is a space alien, attempting unsuccessfully to use observation to fit in among humans*. Today I discovered evidence that his date of earthfall was sometime in the 1990s or later.
He's working on a book about a clergywoman he admires, and occasionally (because he's too vague to use Amazon successfully) he'll ask me to order a book for him. Today he said, "The title is 'Right Wing Women,' and the author is D-W-O-R-K --"
"Oh, Andrea Dworkin?" I said.
He frowned, perplexed. "You've heard of her? What is she, an important historian or something?"
Somehow I have a feeling the book he's writing is not going to be a very good book.
(A couple of months ago he asked me if I'd ever heard of an author named (phonetically) P.G. Woad-house, who was pretty good.)
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We're going to Disney World on Sunday! The spouse's parents are sending us there for the kidlet's 12th birthday. "I don't know what we've done to deserve a gift like that," I told my mother-in-law, and she said, "Well, you're pretty good kids."
So you may not hear from me until I'm completely exhausted. Possibly even sunburned. Have a good time while I'm gone, and keep fandom warm for me!
He's working on a book about a clergywoman he admires, and occasionally (because he's too vague to use Amazon successfully) he'll ask me to order a book for him. Today he said, "The title is 'Right Wing Women,' and the author is D-W-O-R-K --"
"Oh, Andrea Dworkin?" I said.
He frowned, perplexed. "You've heard of her? What is she, an important historian or something?"
Somehow I have a feeling the book he's writing is not going to be a very good book.
(A couple of months ago he asked me if I'd ever heard of an author named (phonetically) P.G. Woad-house, who was pretty good.)
* You may not be surprised to learn that this sort of thing is much less sexy when it comes from people not played by Benedict Cumberbatch.
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We're going to Disney World on Sunday! The spouse's parents are sending us there for the kidlet's 12th birthday. "I don't know what we've done to deserve a gift like that," I told my mother-in-law, and she said, "Well, you're pretty good kids."
So you may not hear from me until I'm completely exhausted. Possibly even sunburned. Have a good time while I'm gone, and keep fandom warm for me!