The Fish
for 17 November 1999. Updated every WEEKDAY.
 
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Filler

Dearest Sucksters,

With regards to your Filler
of 3 November 1999:

Schizophrenia: disease
Alcoholism: disease
Homosexuality: not a disease

I suggest you replace
homosexuality with
journalism.

Yours in dysfunction,

Dave Page
<dave@generators.com>

Ah, but you point out exactly
the misperception we meant to
scoff at by pointing it out.

Now we feel scoffed at for
pointing out something by
merely pointing it out rather
than by scoffing at it openly
in addition to pointing it
out.

Pointed, scoffing,

the Sucksters
 
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Dear Heather,

There are, alas, no
Kornheiser family outings. We
do have occasional meetings
when a family member gets
wed, dead, or bar mitzvahed,
and the shirts would
certainly have been
appropriate then. When do
they arrive? As I recall, at
the last bar mitzvah, my
cousin Tony (aka World's
Only Jewish Anthony
Kornheiser; member of the
family who gets paid for
being a wiseass Kornheiser)
got so busy doing (very, very
funny) standup for all the
invited guests, he forgot to
introduce his son, the
bar-mitzvah boy. His wife
Karol (aka The saint who
puts up with Tony Kornheiser)
bore it all resignedly.

In passing, let me note the
converse of your car alarm
issue (which was, to be sure,
scarily accurate): There was
the time the lady awoke in my
bed in the country to
complain about "that
streetlamp shining through
the window." We don't have
streetlamps in the country; it
turned out to be a full moon.

Alan Kornheiser
<askornheiser@prodigy.net>

No Kornheiser outings, and
ladies in your bed?

You're even more of a
renegade than I thought,
Alan.

Not nearly resigned enough,

Polly
 
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Polly,

I really think it's time you
compose your first manifesto.
All quick-witted and
ostracized members of society
like yourself do it at some
ripe point in their lives. My
suggestion for this powerful
piece is simply an Anti-Story
Manifesto. Polly, I can't
hear another pointless story.
They surround me and they are
making me lose faith in the
human potential to be
remotely interesting and
intelligent. I cannot lend an
ear to another story about
someone's crazy aunt, a bad
day at work, this one time in
college, on Friday night
guess who I saw, my old
boyfriend said this, and all
other jabbering drivel that
you seem to be sensitive to
as well. Make them shut up!
Write a silencing manifesto!
At the least maybe you could
just inform your readers that
a good story is pithy, saucy,
witty, and funny, as opposed
to the Dickens-esque humdrum
that most people shamelessly
blabber and expect others to
find interesting.

Thanks,

Amy in Seattle

PS A great way to silence a
constant gabber: At the end
of her fervent story, when
the plot has "climaxed," ask
innocently, "And then what
happened?" The look of shock
on her face is always classic.
("But, but, but how could you
not find my little story
interesting?")


Ooo. Prickly.

Polly the cartoon is pithy
only because her illustrator
insists on it. Polly's human
counterpart is far, far less
concise and is known to
offer monologues shamelessly
without either wit or insight
for hours on end.

She rarely, however, speaks
of herself in the third
person. Thank the good Lord
for small miracles.

She rarely thanks the good
Lord for anything, small
miracles or otherwise. But
she does thank the good Lord
for patient friends who
suffer through her
insufferable digressive
yarns. On that note, maybe in
the future you should try to
focus outward, on the needs
of others, rather than
inward, on your own impatient
brain. Either that or smoke
more pot. People seem mighty
interesting and intelligent
when you can barely tell what
they're saying.

Brimming over with trite
advice, endless digressions,
illicit suggestions, and many
thanks,

Polly
 
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Berman and Nisbet got nothin' on you!

Hey, I may have just been out
of touch too long, but in
addition to the pleasing
slams on the tiny actor in
question, there's a heck of
an essay in today's Suck. You
can dress down as far as you
like, of course, but in this
case, the potent idea came
through (no surprise from
Suck) and was actually
developed, with key concepts
revisited here and there!

I know juvenalization —
whoops, that would be OK; I
meant juvenilization — of
our culture is a minor theme
in much of what I read in
Suck, but today's piece was
just too sweeeeeet!

Richard Piedmonte
<humanmeal@earthlink.net>

Dress down as far as I like?
Obviously you haven't seen me
in my bolero jacket, sheared
skirt, and pumps.

Thanks for the comparison to
Chris Berman, with whom I
share a thinning hairline, a
middle-aged paunch, and a
gift for making up funny
names like Darryl Strawberry
Fields Forever and Doug
Tootie Flutie. But who's this
Nisbet? Maybe you mean
Nesmith. He was definitely
the most talented Monkee.

Yr pal,

BarTel
 
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I do not understand
what that was
about maybe you just are
stuck on a movie why how old
are you guys it sounds to me
that you are reliving a
childhood in which you could
have been some kind of a hero
or what grow up she is just a
child and is doing what she
is told she has no real clue
to what she is about or what
really is going on she is
just doing what is told of
her the one person to ask
what is in her thoughts is
jodi foster look at the hell
she has gone thru as an
actress I am sure if you
asked her if she wants her
child to be a child actor she
would tell you no way I
thought you should know this.

Kiotee7777
<Kiotee7777@aol.com>

The funny thing is
that I saw an interview with
this little kid and she
seemed to have a better
command of the English
language than you do by
avoiding run-on sentences and
also with her vocabulary too
is more extensive than yours
but then maybe you are 8
years old too how old are you
anyway it sounds to me that
you are just boring us with
your sniveling email go away

Yr pal,

BarTel
 
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 The Shit
Seeing Calvin Coolidge in a Dream, John Derbyshire, St. Martin's Press, 1996
Peekaboo's Masks, 2492 Van Ness Avenue, San Francisco
West Beirut, director Ziad Doueiri, 1999
"The Smartest Cartoonist on Earth," Daniel K. Raeburn, The Imp, Vol. 1/No. 3, 1999
Mad Monster Party, Rankin/Bass Productions, VHS, Deluxo & Black Bear Press, 1967/1999
The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, Alan Moore and Kevin O'Neill, America's Best Comics, 1999
Hermenaut No. 15: "The Fake Authenticity Issue," editor Joshua Glenn, summer 1999
Guillow's Sky Streak rubber-powered balsa-wood glider (without landing gear)
Webvan
Very Emergency, Promise Ring, Jade Tree, 1999
Mean Magazine No. 5, summer 1999
Slickaphonics, Replikants, KillRockStars/Rue St. Germaine, 1999
"Cash, Interesting, Summer Holiday", The Young Ones, Foxvideo (BBC Video), 1988
Driver (PSX), GT Interactive, 1999

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