Odds and Hendes
The internationally famous drummer, author, and academic swimsuit model (truly one of our best disguises ever), Professor Mondo himself (@ProfMondo) writes in to add some spin to a recent topic here on the site:
| Hail, O Inspiration for at least 75% of all Manowar Lyrics! I can nod along with Operative SMR’s comment on the tendency for some folks down here to claim priority for their denominations. It’s not a new thing, either. Once upon a time, a neighbor of ours in Kentucky was filling out a form. When the form asked his religion (Catholic/Protestant/Jewish/Other), the fellow marked “Other” and wrote in “Baptist.” My dad said, “[Neighbor], I think Baptist falls under Protestant.” The neighbor said, “No, we go farther back than that.” Dad said, “Oh? To whom do you trace your denomination, then?” “John the Baptist.” Dad lit up. “Ah, I see. You’re Jewish!” |
Pow! This cracked a couple of us up here at the Castle when the Czar read this aloud. This could even be immortalized in the classic setup-punchline form, for those who wish to retell it. Heck, even Professor Mondo might want to rewrite that story for his preferred joke delivery method. We can get him started: “Onis for a hwile a lewed man was enditen a forme. Whan that forme axed his religioun, a hende man saw hym as he enditede in Baptiste.” And so forth.
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Dear Mr. The Dread and Terrible Czar, The past month has been crazy around here, what with yardwork, housework, and workwork, but for the past few weeks I’ve been feeling like my life has been missing something, something important. Looking through my RSS reader, I realized that I hadn’t seen anything from my beloved (and sometimes terrifying, truth be told) Gormogons since April 10! Lo and behold when I manually typed in your URL there’s a whole new layout–quite the pleasant surprise. So the new site has been re-added to the reader, and the piece of my life that was missing is back in its correct place. But I thought you might want to talk to GorT, that he may have missed a wire (or quantum-coupled sympathetic plasma vibrator, as the case may be) setting up the new site. Unless this was all just a cruel experiment, in which case, uh, I guess, carry on. Anyway, I remain your loyal reader, bluesun |
No, GorT has been amazingly helpful (lately), setting up and debugging the new site. We have been itching to update it for a while, and Volgi—who let’s face, still runs the place when he shows up—finally agreed to change the whole look and experience here. In fact, there is a lot more about to happen. Keep checking the sidebar, as we will be creeping new silliness and horror for you all to share. The Czar is loathe to specify because, as always, bugs are being worked out and we prefer not to promise what we might not be able to package and deliver.
We are so glad you stuck with us!
If you do see anything amiss—sometimes, for the Czar, you have to hit refresh [F5] to correct the formatting—let GorT know and he will promptly copy down whatever problem you are having on a special blue form note, promptly throw the note in the trash, and delete your email.
Божію Поспѣшествующею Милостію Мы, Дима Грозный Императоръ и Самодержецъ Всероссiйскiй, цѣсарь Московскiй. The Czar was born in the steppes of Russia in 1267, and was cheated out of total control of all Russia upon the death of Boris Mikhailovich, who replaced Alexander Yaroslav Nevsky in 1263. However, in 1283, our Czar was passed over due to a clerical error and the rule of all Russia went to his second cousin Daniil (Даниил Александрович), whom Czar still resents. As a half-hearted apology, the Czar was awarded control over Muscovy, inconveniently located 5,000 miles away just outside Chicago. He now spends his time seething about this and writing about other stuff that bothers him.