Musing.
It's been a long time, don't you think? And we say that quite often, yes. The dramatic turn events have taken, are taking, sometimes bidden, othertimes (though the othertimes may outnumber the sometimes a good deal of the time, not that I've a tally sheet handy detailing just which sort of times happen to occur with more frequency, this is a comment based entirely upon a feeling that I have concerning the axis around which events turn) rather unexpectedly, has brought us, by circuitous means, to where we are today.
Sitting in a flat, musing.
And occasionally being disturbed by a squirrel that's found it amusing to tap on the window every once in a while.
Or, wait, that may not be a squirrel. Or maybe it is.
If it would sit still for a bit I could probably give a better description, let any squirrel-tologists out there write in and let me know whether or not what I'm seeing is a squirrel or not. But it keeps bopping around, which is probably what led me to believe it was a squirrel in the first place.
At any rate, things have happened, lots of things, lots of times, sometimes it's one thing, othertimes it's another. There's been Love, Loss, Tarts, an Armadillo (two weeks ago), and, once, a Giant Potato that happened to invade Guatemala (that was early on, very early on). I can't even remember what it was we did back then when we really didn't have anything to write about. We couldn't talk about old issues, because we had none at the time. I think we just skipped that week, generally.
Ah! It might have wings, I think I just saw wings. It's grey, may have wings, and likes tapping on windows.
So anyway. At this point, we're quite famous, the lot of us. And have a minor celebrity for an ex-staff writer in William Murphy. So our graduates are working out well, as well. And our readers, we can't even believe our readership. So how do we cope, being quite so famous?
No, sorry, I was just seeing things, they may not have been wings. It seems to have acquired a bonnet from somewhere, though.
Stupid bloody squirrels. Besides them, as we've said, it's been a good long run, not quite done yet, blah blah blah, look at The Fall, coming out with a new album, we may have to do this sh*te for twenty two more years now, and The Fall will still be producing albums. Ah well.
disclaimer:
The point of this issue, which never quite made it as far as the author might have liked, was to say thank you to the vast and amazingly beautiful readership of sanemagazine. Not that you're all just pretty faces, either, because some of you are right smart, as well (Smart being the intelligent usage of the word, not smart like describing that jacket you're wearing.).
Though, to be honest, it's probably the pretty faces that get noticed first.
Just telling it how it is.
How about going to dinner with me this fine week?
Yer Weekly Horoscopes. far gone and out.