"What a distressing contrast there is between the radiant
intelligence of the child
and the feeble mentality of the average adult."
+++ We interrupt this Planet Proctor for an imported bulletin! +++
ALERT ... ALERT ... ALERT ... ALERT ... ALERT ... ALERT ... ALERT... Please note this important announcement, which may have gone astray during its original transmittal/Mail*Link(r)
STARDATE: MARCH 28, 1997 16:09:56
TO: ALL "HEAVEN'S GATE" PERSONNEL:
Due to extensive turbulence created by the solar winds emanating from the HALE-BOPP comet, scheduled pickup of 39 passengers has been delayed until Dec. 8, 2024, when we pass by planet Earth again. Please be patient. We will return. Until then ... DO NOT EAT THE PUDDING!... REPEAT...DO NOT EAT THE PUDDING!
A BAD HEAD CULT...
And speaking of the dead, psycho psychic Mike Donahue received this message, passed it on to his psychiatrist, Marv "I AM an Alien" Wolfman, and we pass it on to you:
CULTISTS DIE AGAIN - Second Tragedy of Week for Group. The 39 members of the Heaven's Gate cult, reborn in fresh alien host bodies, were killed again yesterday when their deep-space transport vessel was fired upon by an enemy battlecruiser. The transport was enroute to Sirius, The Planet of Infinite Pleasures (tm).
After completing its leap to hyperspace, the ship was detected by an Orzok battle cruiser on a routine patrol of hyperspace. The cultists, many of whom were enjoying their newly regenerated sexual organs for the first time, were apparently innocent victims of the Borzok/Tlelaxu war, an interplanetary conflagration that has raged for seven of our Earth centuries.
Sub-Commander G'Zunq of the Borzok remarked, "We deeply regret that neutral Earth-beings were harmed during the attack. Nevertheless, their vessel bore the markings of our sworn enemies, the Tlelaxu. We therefore claim this day as a great victory for the Borzok empire." Due to the remoteness of the patch of space where the incident occurred, chances of rescue are nil. According to Borzok sources, the formerly dead cultists are "absolutely toast this time."
Imperial Proconsul 378%Q'nah'nah of the Tlelaxu apologized humbly for the incident, venting his external gills in the universal Tlelaxu gesture of supplication and regret. "We assure you that this was an isolated incident," said 378%Q'nah'nah. We sincerely hope that it does not discourage future mass suicides on Earth. We have a solar system of fresh host bodies for all of you, and the Planet of Infinite Pleasures (tm) awaits all of you who join us." When asked if the Tlelaxu mission statement, "To Serve Man," might be a cookbook, 378%Q'nah'nah abruptly terminated the interview.
FAA LA LAA LA LAA
Taylor Jessen's mother, a pilot, passed this annotated version of John Gillespie Magee, Jr's famous poem "HIGH FLIGHT" on to him, and she got it from another pilot, who got it from another pilot, who probably got it from someone who used to work at the FAA. Its original attribution is unknown:
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth1
And danced2 the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed3, and joined the tumbling mirth4
Of sun-split clouds5 and done a hundred things6
You have not dreamed of -- wheeled and soared and swung7
High in the sunlit silence8. Hov'ring there9,
I've chased the shouting wind10 along, and flung11
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up, the long, delirious12, burning blue
I've topped the windswept heights13 with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle14 flew.
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space15,
Put out my hand16 and touched the face of God.
OH MY GOD
Marv Bowwow Wolfman forwarded these "Children's Letters to God" by way of Ross Howard, Toronto Globe And Mail, from a book by Stuart Hample:
"Dear God, Is it true my father won't get in Heaven if he uses his Bowling Words in the house? . . . Dear God, Do animals use you or is there somebody else for them? . . . Dear Mr. God, I wish you would not make it so easy for people to come apart. I had 3 stitches and a shot. . . Dear God, My Grandpa says you were around when he was a little boy. Do you really go back that far? . . . Dear God, Thank you for the baby brother but what I prayed for was a puppy . . . Dear God-if we come back as something else please don't let me be Jennifer Horton because I hate her . . . Dear God, Please send Dennis Clark to a different camp this year . . . How did you know you were God?"
WHERE AM US ANYWAY?
We have been entertaining my cousin Aaron McKee and his wife, Shannon this week in my
office-slash-guestroom, so material for the manifestation of Planets has been backing up
on me. But if you really need your fix and for those of you who may want to catch up on
issues dating back to July of last year, you can find them all at a site for sore eyes
[now]* graciously maintained by Tiny Dr. Tim at the
*[Editor's Note: This last line was edited by the Tiny Dr. on 8/19/00 to fix a broken link.]
I have recently also sent him many bizarre pictures of your humble majesty in previous incarnations, so stay tuned.
Also, here, compliments of Fred "Help!" Wiebel, editor of the FIREZINE fan rag, is the latest schedule of FIRESIGN appearances on "TICK" this month on COMEDY CENTRAL. Gentlethings, start your recorders, please...
*Monday - April 14: 6:00 PM, 12:00 AM
#020 Coach Fussell's Lament (Proctor)
*Tuesday - April 15: 6:00 PM, 12:00 AM
#021 Evil Sits Down For A Moment (Proctor)
* Sunday - April 20: 12:00 AM
#025 The Tick Vs. Reno, Nevada (Firesign Theatre)
* Monday - April 21: 6:00 PM, 12:AM
#026 Grandpa Wore Tights (Bergman)
*Sunday - April 27: 12:00 AM
#030 Sidekicks Don't Kiss (Firesign Theatre)
*Wednesday - April 30: 6:00 PM, 12:AM
#033 The Tick Vs. Europe (Proctor)
And last, but not last, is the shocking revelation that in the April 18th edition of ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY, the fabled Firesign Theatre has been chosen as one of the "30 Best Comedy Acts of All Time." We appear (alphabetically, we presume) between W.C. Fields and Redd Foxx! And I want to thank God and my Mother...
NO DOWN UNDER
CANBERRA, Australia - Australia's conservative government, stung by community outrage at parliament's recent abolition of a euthanasia law, dropped a plan to ban sex movies on pay television and video tape. Attorney General Daryl Williams said the government would ban movies that combined sex with violence, degradation or children, but the new policy failed to generally outlaw movies explicitly showing sex, as originally proposed. "Amazingly, common sense prevailed," Fiona Patten, a spokeswoman for the sex video industry, told reporters.
Federal parliament last month struck down a pioneering territory law that allowed voluntary euthanasia, the world's first such law. The conscience vote ignored the 70-percent majority of Australians who believed that terminally ill people (or mad alien monks in human containers?) should be allowed to kill themselves, and the decision was followed by a flood of protests to newspapers and talkback radio stations. (Thanks to Lorie "No cen or hip" Kellog.)
Throw another old person on the barbie...
NEVER TOO OLD TO (L)EARN
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See you in School
Professor Proctor 4/13/97
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