Though the mailman brought this, it does not appear to be either a bill or an advertisement. There are words scrawled all over it, and there is a cryptic inscription at the bottom: JOB. It’s as if someone took an email and printed it, by hand, on a piece of paper, and then shipped that piece of paper to me.
That’s a weird enough notion to have, but what kind of person would actually execute it?
Part of me suspects that ink-and-paper… thing… is one component of a large and complex gambit by this ‘J O B’. A clue he has sent out into the world so he can be traced back and captured, from which captivity (in, probably, a glass prison cell) he can quietly taunt us before escaping in spectacular and lethal fashion to launch the next phase of his diabolical plan. Call it a hunch.
In happier news, I’m glad to see you introducing a new generation of readers to The Godsbody Pledge (?).
Gotta finish Gaga. You’re in rare form these days.
I was thinking it was a clever scheme to communicate in a way that wouldn’t be taken note of by the recording angels of cyberspace and sold to the highest bidder. Seemingly Mr. Lickona has played right into their hands.
AMDG
For nothing is lost, nothing is ever lost. There is always the clue, the server log, the unintended ‘Reply All’, the silhouette on Google Street View, the retweet of the deleted Tweet, the screencap, the cache in the Wayback Machine.
Nor can it be lost, really.
AMDG
Except for the other sock.
AMDG
OK, this is eerie. I was just thinking of the Godsbody pledge this afternoon, and wondering if I shouldn’t take it myself. Hadn’t thought about that in years. And now this. I think it’s a sign.
But now that there’s no Godsbody, what would one call it?
The Korrektiv Kommitment, maybe.
Not as eerie as getting a phone call from the ghost of Walker Percy on his birthday.
Touché.
I think someone printed out an email and sent it FedEx.
This old scene from Star Trek has been on my mind lately:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ERqnwjXkg-0
(not the “freeze!” part).
You look fantastic.
You’re mean.
Nice.
JOB
Damn this is funny.
Hey Korrektiv fellows, I like your style. And I’d like to throw a bit of absurdity your way. Visit http://www.michaelhoran.net/other-writings for a questionable piece of “creative non-fiction” (whatever that is) titled “Being Nominal.” Pass it on.
Your blog is called “The Signpost.”
That makes you sorta like kin, don’t it?
JOB
Well, shitfire. We take care of our own. So yeah, we’ll give “Being Nominal” a peekaloo and report back.
Yes, indeed. I keep a copy of Signposts in a Strange Land by the jon for when I’m constipated. It loosens the bowels better than anything else I’ve tried.
Hm, a diverticulum opening here.
The real enemy is within, don’t you think?