Dear Gentle Reader,
Help!
Read this very carefully. Please.
He (the scribe) might have broken his own e-interregnum and thereby noticed my additions to his blog...
And, if he hasn't before, he certainly might now that the e-interregnum is coming to an end.
I heard him muttering about avengers and striking with iron hands this morning.
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For the love of Heroes, people, HELP!
Who knows what perfidious plans the scribe has for me...
Quick!
Write expressions of undying love (to me).
(Bellas, feel free to include saucy photos of yourselves with tins of fish. Who knows what horrors lie in wait for me? This could be our last chance together, and my last memories of the good life...)
If that scribe (the great, glorious, needlessly humble scribe) [in case he is reading this] thinks that readers like me, he might let me live...
Why have I never wondered what happened to the cats who came before...
Write soon!!!
Who knows what harm may befall me, otherwise...
HELP!!!
(Also, ask him to post pictures to be sure that I am OK, when this interminable interregnum of graffiti ends... ...don't be deceived by duplicate heroes...)
(Oooh... ...and ask him for pictures of me with dates on newspapers visible, so that you know that they are recent...)
Your Hero is worried.
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Also, the scribe might have found those charges on the visa bill.
...
And the 1-900 numbers on the phone bill...
(Who knew those little charges could add up to so much over the course of a month?)
...
With regrets (mine) to those of you who have not sent me naughty polaroids or web-cam shots of yourselves, and tins of tuna or salmon or mackeral, yet, and have therefore not received limericks of love in return...
And with impassioned miao's for help,
Pommes
(Ciao, bellas)
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6 comments:
*Meow of undying devotion!*
Miss Kitty
Chris,
Thanks for the comments. No worries about anything! Putting the album up for free download is more about realizing that at this stage of things getting people to listen is more important than any small amount of money I would make from selling it.
I've been pretty much absent from the blogosphere myself.
Visiting Hong Kong sometime would be great! The terms of my grant for next year state that I can't leave Japan while I am receiving the stipend, so a Hong Kong visit couldn't really happen until Summer 2010. But if you are still around I'd love to take you up on the offer.
Thanks for listening as always,
Rob
Pretty black Pommes
Pool of fur upon the floor
Your silken purrs woo
But how wide the pool
We step over you in awe
Maybe lose a few?
silly!
*hands you mackerel*
I think you actually have the upper hand, Pommes. The Humble Scribe may have to beg you to hand back his followers - may even have to start a separate blog because you have stolen the hearts of all, who from now on will demand 'More of Pommes, please!'!
Dear Miss Kitty,
Pommes will be tickled pink when he reads this, if he hasn't already. You are not only a beautiful lady, but you are eloquent, also.
Good day, Miss Kitty.
I shall be sure to pass on your comments to Pommes when I visit him in the clinic.
Actually, now that I think of it, I think he was humming/vocalizing your name when I came upon him in his tantric catnip trance the other day with his hands in classic feline love mudra...
His chakras were glowing... take care, Miss Kitty, take care...
Dear WAR,
I hear you, AND, you still ought to be compensated for your efforts. The internet model of free seems highly undesirable in many regards, except for growing market share, and the free aspect drops the barriers to entry which crowds the marketplace out.
Your work is very enjoyable. I came upon your classical work via Raph G. Neckmann, and I also enjoy your poppy pieces.
No doubt you are a fan of the Penguin Cafe Orchestra and They Might Be Giants. Whom else do you listen to?
Dear OxyJen,
The first haiku had me going "ahh", the second had me in awe of your incisive skills with the written rapier.
Pommes and I must both lose a few before we see you next...
Dear Floreta,
The mackeral has been received with aplomb, Floreta.
Wait...
Now I understand the fish breath Pommes had the other day, and his contented smile of satisfaction.
I hope you didn't send polaroids, too; I am not sure that I would trust Pommes with that type of material...
Dear Raph,
Goodness gracious Raph, I'd have to buy a whole new computer if Pommes were online all the time. The things that Pommes downloaded when I was away for a month...
Let's just say that his choice of search terms were unfortunate in a humanitycentric e-world.
OK all, no fears, the Hero will be spared...
Tschuess,
Chris
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