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You're History Bright day, holiday weekend, and I've been working on my links page. I've been thinking I need to get it updated and today, for some reason, was the day. They're not complete, some need a rewrite, some haven't been written yet and some of them haven't even been added. The graphics are just place holders and I may get around to doing something about that and then I may not. I bet not. I've been a little worried about reactions to my eloquent descriptions, Rien suggesting I not wuss out and keep the "Fuck the bicycles" line and Viv saying, speaking from experience, you can give the wrong impression. I don't mean to give the wrong impression. If you're on my links page, I love your ass, but, you know, at a distance. It's interesting to actually have to put something down on paper about a journal you've been reading. For some reason it has some cathartic effect and I'm not sure why, otherwise I'd wouldn't touch it. Nicholas E. Grinder's Other Diaries list, by the way, is the model against which all must be compared. (The link being to his February list where I was first included. That was a good day, by the way Grinder.) The only problem with making Grinder's list is the attrition rate. You make Grinder's list and you're history.
I did finish Groucho Marx, Private Detective last weekend,
the second of Ron Goulart's Groucho Marx detective books,
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my thoughts after finishing the first being the difficulty of balancing
the continuous wise cracking Marx Brothers movie character lingo Groucho
and his script writer sidekick use in absolutely every situation, including
those where large caliber guns are being (pick one) pointed-fired-brandished-cocked-loaded
in their direction. Its a little, um, hard to get excited
on the one hand (large caliber gun) and laugh on the other (snappy
patter punctuated by bullets). But who knows? He makes brief allusions to
the "joke at any cost" reality he's creating in this second book, maybe
he'll deal with it further in the third. I enjoyed. He's written a weird
little Groucho world set in an imaginary Hollywood of the late 1930's,
just the framework, but clean and tight, and I'll spend my nickel to
see what he does with it when the new one (Elementary, My Dear
Groucho) is published in November. (