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Woke
up well-rested and ready to roll and there’s an e-mail from a
feller named Josh subject-lined “Schlippenbach.” Not every
day, right? Here’s what it says:
Dear Editor,
Please write about Schlippenbach.
Now, we were pretty happy just to hear that somebody read enough of
our sorry-we’re-late placeholder to have an opinion about it,
but a little surprised by the request. If anything, I’d’ve
thought I’d get mail saying “You’ve got the new Nevermore
album? Holy shit, what’s it like?” (1. Yes, I do. 2. Awesome)
Instead, there was just this elegant one-line e-mail, admittedly marred
by one of those three-line self-promoting ads that some e-mail providers
force you to tack onto the ends of your emails below your signature,
thereby robbing you of the option to be concise which is yours by Divine
right and nobody but God should be allowed to take it away from you
and someday these e-mail providers are going to have to answer to a
Higher Authority and on that day, that bright, bright day, we shall
all join hands and sing songs. |
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