FRIEND: what the hell is going on with this anthrax deal?
FRIEND: AMAZING SOAP DEVELOPED BY SANDIA KILLS ANTHRAX +!!
yea, ordered some
BARDSQUILL: a gallon, [hickup]
BARDSQUILL: sorry, was outside, firewood came
BARDSQUILL: also got rice, beans, blackeye peas and spam
BARDSQUILL: now Wife REALLY mad at me.
BARDSQUILL: she gets mad at me for ordering survival stuff
BARDSQUILL: thinkz I'm a nut
FRIEND: well you are!
BARDSQUILL: awww jeeeeeeez
BARDSQUILL: nuthin but trouble
BARDSQUILL: meanwhile SHE goes out and buys some dum Acme chicken-cooker, covers entire counter space, have to make a sandwich in the bathroom
FRIEND: poor kent
BARDSQUILL: she buys more weird doohickies
FRIEND: that's what women are for!
BARDSQUILL: think I'm burnt-out
FRIEND: think I know what you mean!
BARDSQUILL: 5 years ago I published Chasing Shadow, that was IT. A thousand pages later only thing that says it all was the story in the first place
FRIEND: ain't that the way it always goes!
BARDSQUILL: In the tale, the evil govt. agents bust daddy and daughter for telling stories, ruins the status quo. What else needs to be said?
FRIEND: and what is that statement about life imitating art??
BARDSQUILL: maybe I'll push all the rest back and run it again
FRIEND: world has gone insane....
BARDSQUILL: Daddy gets placed in the mind-munching machine, saved by daughter by turning him back into a bear, who busts the straps and escapes with the help of a houseplant. Makes perfect sense!
BARDSQUILL: Now Bear must save daughter, but doing a crappy job, no houseplant THIS TIME!
FRIEND: maybe you need an EGGplant!
BARDSQUILL: good idea
FRIEND: Kent...are we going to die soon?
BARDSQUILL: will if we don't vocally resist
BARDSQUILL: everybody scared to resist, best way Ghandi-style.
FRIEND: we always resist....may be the only two left...but WE always resist
FRIEND: you and me against the world..do dah do dah
BARDSQUILL: I get more email from concerned readers telling me to lay low, gadz, what does it take to put a burr under their tails?
BARDSQUILL: most of the fear comes from psyops
FRIEND: yesss..i know.....
BARDSQUILL: kenty-psyops them dummies back
BARDSQUILL: America falling to poop, bunch of wimps.
BARDSQUILL: them yuppies all still sittin around blathering about correctness, whilst the jackboots take over downtown DC
BARDSQUILL: see the plan works, they have tossed us dum stuff to argue about so we don't totally get it.
FRIEND: I say AARGH again..sigh
BARDSQUILL: argue about sexuality, whether to say Indian or Native American...
BARDSQUILL: meanwhile, THUMP
FRIEND: meanwhile BOOM