Bewildering Stories Editorial

by Jerry Wright

Continued... from the previous rock

You may remember what I started to write about last week, when I decided it was time for my little flat feet to wend their weary way to bed. I refered to the four purveyors of "Dexter Fong's Great Dope Humor of the Seventies", aka the Firesign Theatre, in their groundbreaking, or at least rock-breaking albumin "All Hail Marx and Lennon" otherwise known as "How Can You Be In Two Places At Once, When You're Not Anywhere At Alllll..." Of course, to get the full concept, you have to sing it. Yes, it IS a song. Kindof. Never mind, I'm drooling in my beard, at least metaphorically.

As I was fumbling along, finishing up the last little bit on last week's issue, I realized how much I've come to depend on Don, who was taking a well deserved vacation in la la land. Ninety-five percent of the changes that have pushed this site into the very professional, very pleasant, actually, really-working-web-site you see before you have dribbled out of the creative html/ssi-ness of my very dear Professor Webb.

Between the two of us, we're golden. Either one by ourselves... I don't think we'd be doing this. Instead, we'd be listening to "Guy Noir; Private Eye" or "The Adventures of Nick Danger, Third Eye!" Have tons of fun in similated Italian leather, made exclusive from simulated Italians, and factory air-conditioned air, straight from our factory air-conditioned air factory. --Jerry Postum Scriptorus: Do we need to even bother with the framiness anymore? I don't think frames add anything. What do you, the teeming masses, have to say??