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Hit & Run

While reading your piece on Tim
Noah and the Declaration of
Independence spam, I was sure I'd
see this link somewhere:

http://www.snopes.com/spoons/glurge/

Then again, not everyone is a fan
of snopes.com. Just thought I'd
pass it along.

Also, thanks for addressing what
would be the only possible outcome
for FM2030's thawed body. Unless
science finds a way to pull a
Lazarus, that pancreas will remain
stupid, dumb and wretched.

Alexia Henke
<alexia_henke@
exchangeny.deutschinc.com>

Thanks for your continuing support,
Alexia.

I have no feelings one way or
another about snopes.com, but I'm
not sure the Declaration Signers
spam qualifies as an "urban
legend." It's more in the way of a
heedless nationalist exaggeration.
For example, the spam says that
some signer was tortured to death.
New Jersey signer Richard
Stockton's health deteriorated
while he was in prison; he never
recovered, remaining an invalid
until his death a few years later.
It's reasonable to speculate that
his imprisonment was at the very
least not salutary. It may be a fib
to say that he was tortured to
death, but that's all it is —
not an urban legend on the order of
the peritoneal Barbie heads, the
sphinctral gerbil, the infested
beehive wig, or the microwaved prom
date.

Wishing you the very best,

tim
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It seems obvious from reading
Noah's columns that he was
referring to five signers being
captured and tortured before they
died as erroneous, not disputing
the fact that five signers were
captured during the war. That's
clear in the July 6 column; you're
basing your argument on the phrase
"the 'five were captured' factoid"
from the next column, which could
be interpreted either way and
definitely should be taken in
context to the previous article.
I'm not defending Tim Noah; I don't
even know who he is. I'm just
amazed that you'd use an obvious
editorial slip to attack someone
you clearly don't like, considering
the bungled apostrophe's later in
the column and the fact that Polly
spelled "clichˇ" with an "a"
yesterday. Not to mention
complaining about tediousness when
it takes an hour to plow through
your overzealous hyperlinks.

Keep up the good work

Charlie Perdue
<cperdue@boone.net>

Whatever was obvious to you,
exact words are as important
at Suck as they are on
The Brady Bunch. In his
July 7 column, Capt. Noah wrote:

As Chatterbox observed earlier, the
"nine died of wounds" and "five
were captured" factoids aren't
correct.


Anybody who goes around playing
media schoolmarm has no room to
be making obvious editorial slips.

I am in no position to like or
dislike Noah, as I do not know
anything about him other than what
I've read in his Chowderhead
column. I will say that the tone of
his column strikes me as that of a
supercilious bean counter lacking
the civility or social grace to
acknowledge that this Boston
Globe blowhard didn't deserve
to be fired for writing a lazy
Fourth of July column.

yr pal,

tim

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Although oddly enough I think
Arnold may have starred in a movie
vaguely based upon it, long ago
there was a science fiction short
story that predicted all this
stuff. It created a show
called---as I recall, since this
was very long ago when men were men
and sheep were nervous---The Price
of Peril. In it, people volunteered
to be placed in dangerous
locations; for example, you might
wake to find yourself alone in an
airplane and have to land it; or
trapped underwater; or having to
fight a bull. If you survived, you
qualified for the most dangerous
trick yet: you were hunted by two
genuine Mafia hit men and had to
survive for some amount of time to
win. The hidden irony (not very
deeply hidden, to be sure) was that
the typical contestant was so lame
at hiding that the producers kept
having to help him survive.
Friendly citizens appeared at the
last second to keep him
alive...said citizens being paid
network employees. On the other
hand, he was supposed to be able to
rely on the viewing public to help
him, since they were supposed to be
rooting for him. In fact, of
course, the great viewing public
were really rooting for the hit men
and kept giving away the victim's
position. It was a fine, nasty
story and more and more true every
day. Since I think it dates from
the late '50s, you may
conclude---and not be the first to
conclude this---that there is
nothing new under the sun.

Alan S Kornheiser
<ASKornheiser@prodigy.net>
The Doctor Is IN
"Insulter of national and
personal dignity."

Well that's pretty goddamn good,
Alan, and I must insist that you
cough up the name of the story, or
at least the author. The closest I
ever got to that sublimity was a
story where capital crimes are
decided by 900-number voting, and
Doctor J and Kevin McHale are the
dueling attorneys. Not too close!

yr pal,

tim

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		Filler 

Subject: Laments from the
Heartland

You have a cool job. I do not
have a cool job. Thankfully,
your cool job sometimes makes
my not so cool job bearable
for a few short minutes.
After those few short
minutes, however, I find
myself in need. Satisfaction
yet eludes me. I pace, fret,
and once even had phone sex
with some girl I met in a
chat room. She said she was
good looking. No picture, but
I mean, what can you expect
at 4:30 in the morning?
Swedish bikini teams?

So, what I'm really up to here in
the middle of the corn and
pig fornication this fine
fine morning is asking for
advice, requests, employment
(i rub feet and stuff), or
whatever you, in your
infinite benevolence, care to
share with me. But no phone
sex without a picture. Sorry.

If someone, such as myself,
were to build a web site what
do you think would be a
focusing central topic
guaranteed to pack'em in? I
was considering the
mind-boggling implications of
a heroic dose, or even
possibly a nice personal site
with pictures of my navel,
but nothing I've thought of
so far seems to click.

Sincerely,

Michael Shaw
<illuminatus5@hotmail.com>

You can't start from what you
think is marketable. You
really have to chose to do
something because it has to
do with what you like and
would be into, not because
you think other people might
like it. Particularly if you
hate your job now and you're
looking for something new to
motivate you. You really have
to put some part of yourself
into it. Forget what people
out there want — what do
you want?

For example, I want a cold
frappucino in a plastic
bottle that's nonfat and not
too sweet (they all taste
like butter and saccharine at
this point) that I can pull
out of the fridge and pour
first thing in the morning. I
also want a way to order
Levis online, easily, in
exactly my size. I want about
5 more essay collections from
David Foster Wallace. I want
a band that's a combination
of PJ Harvey, Radiohead, Cat
Power, and the Sundays. I
want a daily short cartoon
about how torturous it is to
try to maintain a good
long-term relationship. I
want a magazine with all the
ads in the back, that has
articles that you actually
feel like reading. I don't
know what they'd include
though — petty gossip,
bad advice, and well-written
essays, and excerpts from
good books — a crass
literary journal with writing
that transcends zine drivel.
I want to find that really
heavy kind of feather pillow
that they don't seem to make
anymore. I want weird stuffed
animals and bizarre Japanese
stationery.

Now I narrow down from that
list and figure out which
product I could actually
create. The fact is, I
couldn't create any of those
things.

So I return to my own work
and say to myself: This will
do just fine.

You seem to want phone sex.
Perhaps you should start
there.

Your Career Counselor Sans
Picture,

Polly
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I don't mind the Dan Vaden
snub, but this is getting a
little to hairy; if you are
going to crib (www.mcsween-
eys.org/2000/06/15comix.htm)
you could at least give us
credit or make fun of us or
something.

Our stuff is orginial, for
better or for worse, and
regardless of what you think
of our enterprise.

thanks

The M.C.
n Musolino
<subject@inch.com>

Trust me, I didn't read your
piece before I wrote mine.
I've been on the other end of
the same phenomenon countless
times, the most notable of
which a parody of The English
Patient
I wrote called "The
English Muffin," which
appeared on the back page of
the New Yorker a year later.
The sad truth is, often
several people think of the
same joke at the same time. I
don't know a single writer
who'd take joy in stealing
another person's material
— forget the ethical part
of it, it's just not
satisfying. I've been writing
my column for 4 years, do you
think I'd suddenly run out of
ideas and start stealing
someone else's? I'd sooner go
hungry.

I don't think of your
enterprise, really, but now
that I see the astounding
quality of your ideas, I
certainly will!

Best wishes,

Polly
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Polly,

I wish you wrote for sitcoms.
maybe then they wouldn't need
a laugh track.

Anjum Akhtar
<aakhtar@dlj.com>

Shit howdy, man. You really
think I could come up with
several jokes a minute? I
have enough trouble coming up
with one or two jokes a week
- if you can even call them
that. Christ, last week I had
to go trolling for new
material on that faux
McSweeney's site. Talk about
desperation. But, you know,
gotta keep me groundsman in
rubber boots!

Yes, I'm fucking joking.

Polly
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 The Shit
Krushchev Remembers, by Nikita Krushchev (authorship disputed), translated by Strobe Talbott
Five-Star Day Cafe
Athens, Ga.
Salon's "Action Figures"
TV ad
Donna's Famous "Long and Short of It," by Donna Anderson and friends
Two-Lane Blacktop, directed by Monte Hellman (The Anchor Bay/Universal letterboxed edition)
George Bush, Dark Prince of Love: A Presidential Romance, by Lydia Millet (Scribner)
King Kong: The Complete 1933 Film Score, by Max Steiner Moscow Symphony Orchestra, William J. Stromberg conductor (Marco Polo)
Eightball #20, by Dan Clowes (Fantagraphics Books)
The ECW's Little Spike Dudley
Stan Kenton, City of Glass, featuring arrangements by legendary weirdo Bob Graettinger (EMD/Blue Note)
Comix 2000, Edited and published by L'Association, 2000
Star Dudes
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