COMMUNICATIONS WILL BE RESUMED

My Obama opus for LA CityBeat will soon be finished and, after I’ve rested up a little, what is laughing called normal service around here will be resumed.

THE SECRET WORD IS...

VOTE

THEY DON'T STAGE SHOWS LIKE THIS ANY MORE #10

(Thanks Joly)

B FOR VICTORY

For the rest of this week I shall be working on a cover story for LA CityBeat which urges President-elect Barack Obama to be as radical as possible (at least as radical as FDR) in his reconstruction of America. (And in this I climbing way out on a limb to count my chickens, but that’s what it takes to scoop the opposition and be in print on November 6th. US readers had better get out and vote for Barack, if for no other reason that I don’t want to find myself nothing more than a deep-in-the-shit idiot.)
But this doesn’t mean I’ll be totally ignoring Doc40, but it will result in less writing and more pictorial content. I mean, how could I neglect the weblog when the word verification on the comments system seems to have achieved self awareness, Scotch Tapes is emitting X-rays, and the readers are demanding tacos.

The secret word is Working

OUR WHACKY UNCLE BILL

Uncle Bill is not happy with the early bird special. It lacks tacos. But at least he has a drink and a cigarette.

But, joking aside, for those who can stand to watch an hour and a half documentary on their computer, click here for a 1997 edition of BBC’s Arena on William S. Burroughs.

A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUCEMENT

I must confess I write through something of a hangover. Indeed, a hangover on a scale that makes a vintage-retro STD warning poster seemed almost apt, although, of course, my downfall was a matter of alcohol rather than sex, and the linkage between public reading and Patron tequila, and then a later switch to Jack Daniels. I only consol myself that, at my formidably advanced age, such behavior is a rarity and not a daily occurrence.

The secret word is Damned

Levi Stubbs – RIP
Rudy Ray Moore – RIP

I may be joining you.