Update From Sector 001

Put all the spyin' cyborgs around me you want, this dude is still my great uncle. Evans? Where's Karen when you need her? The name game...

Great Uncle Charlie did not like FDR's "New Deal," but smarter young spies than you enjoyed Steve Mizerany's commercials in the 1970's on local St. Louis broadcast television. You must know your Southwestern Bell pre antitrust breakup of Ma Bell "Loo" phone exchanges. You must know your retail store & pathetic social service agency hours in "T.O." Have a sob story ready for the religious kooks. Entitlements? Rights? Who are you kidding? This is the Republic of Cali-fornia, buddy. Get extremist, or get out! (May I leave now?) Duke...duke of earl...duke of what? Oil? Oh yes, Earl Warren was a hell of a guy, so maybe we wretches of vc County won't be ripped to shreds like in Starship Troopers, one of the worst movies I've ever seen.
Serious note: Mysterious open wounds/cuts/vampire bites are not signs of big bats or E.T. abduction. Rip a bit of skin from space? Dude, this is 2010, not 1910 Fruitgum Company on Top 40 Radio. GET REAL! real fast.

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