Poet's Coroner
Mr. Peperium
"Here, look at what FLG has written.", said Mrs. P after taking another refreshing sip from her morning mug.
Mr. P bent his brain to the computer screen, having upped the pica size a good 12 to 14 points so that his yet-another-year-older eyes could cope with the situation. There was a pause as he drank it all in.
Then, in the level, unemotional manner of one who is used to reading hysterically funny things but too proud to break down and admit that he wished he had written them he said, "That's hysterically funny."
"Why don't you tell it to FLG?" prodded Mrs. P. "It's exactly the kind of stuff PP needs."
"Why don't you tell him?" asked Mr P irritably. "You're the one they all want to hear from. I'm just the worker in the vineyard, a moiety of whose honest sweat is spent on the upkeep of the blog space."
Mr. P bent his brain to the computer screen, having upped the pica size a good 12 to 14 points so that his yet-another-year-older eyes could cope with the situation. There was a pause as he drank it all in.
Then, in the level, unemotional manner of one who is used to reading hysterically funny things but too proud to break down and admit that he wished he had written them he said, "That's hysterically funny."
"Why don't you tell it to FLG?" prodded Mrs. P. "It's exactly the kind of stuff PP needs."
"Why don't you tell him?" asked Mr P irritably. "You're the one they all want to hear from. I'm just the worker in the vineyard, a moiety of whose honest sweat is spent on the upkeep of the blog space."
"Come again?"
"Skip it. All I mean is that if Patum Peperium was a movie and they made a poster for it, my name would appear in exceptionally small type."
"But FLG thinks you're dead. It would be a nice surprise for him to suddenly hear from you."
"Does the guy have a weak heart?" queried Mr. P, with an eye to the legal ramifications.
"I don't think he could go through all those Federal interrogations if he did."
"Point taken. Oh, what the heck," concluded Mr. P, turning his face resolutely to the keyboard, for he had never learned the touch method. "Say he does keel over. It will make a whale of a story for the blog."
"You're so clever" cooed Mrs. P, entwining her arms around his neck and giving him a peck on his still full-ish head of hair.
"But FLG thinks you're dead. It would be a nice surprise for him to suddenly hear from you."
"Does the guy have a weak heart?" queried Mr. P, with an eye to the legal ramifications.
"I don't think he could go through all those Federal interrogations if he did."
"Point taken. Oh, what the heck," concluded Mr. P, turning his face resolutely to the keyboard, for he had never learned the touch method. "Say he does keel over. It will make a whale of a story for the blog."
"You're so clever" cooed Mrs. P, entwining her arms around his neck and giving him a peck on his still full-ish head of hair.
Patum Peperium is pleased to announce, in its roundabout way, that FLG of Fear and Loathing in Georgetown has joined its staff.
Congratulations to Mr. FLG and to PP.
How were you able to lure someone so leery of the Catholic Mafia to ally himself with the Capi di tutti capi? Did you make him an offer he couldn't refuse?
Posted by: Robbo | January 06, 2009 at 09:34 AM
Who refuses the mafia?
You didn't...
Posted by: Mrs. Peperium | January 06, 2009 at 10:33 AM
Of course, no one expects the Catholic Mafia, does one?
Posted by: Basil Seal | January 06, 2009 at 10:39 PM