For those who don't go to the OF board, and/or tend to read non OF books

1)What was (were) the last book(s) you read? What did you think of it?

It's been a while since I read a non-textbook straight through. Maybe New Spring?

2)What book(s) are you reading right now?

I've been picking at Carl Sagan's Demon Haunted World for over a year now, off and on.

3) What is on your to read list for the near future, or which book are you waiting, ever so patiently, to become available?

I'm getting The Pentagon's New Map in the mail today. Or at least, I just tracked my package with USPS and they said it's 'delivered'. Which, since it wasn't in the mailbox 45 minutes ago means that the postman has it in his truck, I guess.

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4) Are you going to say nice things about me in The Project?

I really doubt I will make it to the S-es. Since you asked though:

Snoopster:

He was short and fat, and rode out of the West
With a Mogen David on his silver vest.
He was mean and nasty right clear through,
Which was kinda weird, 'cause he was yellow too.

They called him Snoopster.
Big Snoopster.
Big, short Snoopster.
Big, short, fat Snoopster.
The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.

He came from the old Bar Mitzvah spread,
With a 10-gallon yarmulke on his head.
He always followed his mother's wishes,
Even on the range he used two sets of dishes.

Snoopster.
Big, fat Snoopster.
Big sissy Snoopster.
The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.

A hundred and forty-one could draw faster than he,
But Snoopster was looking for one forty-three.
Walked into Sol's Saloon like a man insane,
And ordered three fingers of two cents plain.

Snoopster.
Big, fat Snoopster.
Big sport Snoopster.
The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.

The James Boys was comin' on a train at first sun,
And the town said, "Snoopster, we need your gun."
When that train pulled in at the break of dawn,
Snoopster's gun was there, but Snoopster was gone.
Snoopster.

Big, fat Snoopster.
Big help, Snoopster.

The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.
Well, finally Snoopster got three slugs in the belly.
It was right outside the Frontier Deli.
He was sittin' there twirlin' his gun around,
And butterfingers Snoopster gunned himself down!

Snoopster.
Big, fat Snoopster.
Big dum-dum Snoopster.
Big dum-dum dead Snoopster.
The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.
Really.


5) Why not?

Because it's so much work.


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This message last edited by aerocontrols on 4/29/2004 at 10:35:37 AM.

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