Doin' Fine the commune's Rok Finger asks you to slow your gifting of fruit baskets--as his office is starting to smell like an open-air market
Friday, Dec. 15, 2000
I must say with one-cup
astonishment, two cups of mistrust, Im doing perfectly well
this week. Thats right, Rokophiles, Mama Fingers boy
has no outstanding bones to pick or societal ills to attack. Oh,
sure, I imagine theres plenty of bad things happening in
our worldthere always isbut at the moment none seem
to concern me.
No, Im not in loveat
least not in love with anyone new; just my lovely wife of thirty
years, Arvelyn, our cat Makeshift, and maybe the commune
stockboyhe does freshen your paperclip cup even before
its empty, that charming fop.
Nor is my cheerful demeanor the
by-product of any dangerous mind-expanding new drug. I can assure
you good people Im on nothing stronger than good ol
black coffee, Tylenol, and the Cannabis prescribed for my foot
pain.
I cant explain why, Im
just happy. Oh, to be sure, Ive got things to be unhappy
aboutby the barrelful! But at this time, Im just
having a good day.
At this moment the President,
whatsisname, could pop up on my screen and announce that
the race war has just broken out at long last, and my response
would be: Eh. I kid you not. Im just generally
doin fine.
Im not sure how my
wifes doingI should ask her. I suppose shes
just fine, though. Shes always been fine even when
Ive not been so fine, she just leans toward finality, I
think. Im sure Makeshift has no feline worriesperhaps
feline leukemia, if hes a particularly worrisome cat, but
if he is he sure puts up a brave façade. I should really talk to
him, get to know him better.
Maybe its the fact its Wednesday; Ive always
liked Wednesdays best. But even if I cant explain it, I
know Im doing fine. Hope youre doing fine.
Wait now its starting
to wear off. Feeling less fine even as the moments erode.
Becoming genuinely pissed off now. Try figuring that out!
No seems to be fading itself. Generally retreating to fine
now. Deadline is approaching, so Ill keep you informed on
the fine/not-fine issue as details become available in the next
column.
Milestones
the commune's scratch 'n sniff look at last year's office potluck
Opportunities
Pants a Capitalist
Free Virus Baggies
Take a Kitten, Please
the commune book selections
the commune's Bear in Rearview
the commune's Big Book of Duke
Faces of the commune
the commune 100: Leaders and Revolutionaries
the commune 100: Traitors and Noodledicks
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Terms of Gary Busey |
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Press Eject Now
God Owes Me BIG TIME
Look at my face! Now you know damn well somebody owes me something for that, people.
Nabisco Loves Me
It was I who played a part in the efforts to make Cheez-Its the world's #1-selling brand cheese cracker.
Generation-X-O-Cide
Some may feel intimidated and back down from the pierced and tatooed larvae that pass for young people these days, but not yours truly. Nor will I.