Date: Tue, 29 Sep 1998
From: Natalie Jacobs
>The Great Quail, as he is now known, has created life similarly on many continents and >incontinence, as he is known for his Quailspew far and wide. Many people who like him or don't >were actually offwardly sprung by him.
This is true. In my case, a small glitch in the operating system caused a disorder of the optical muscles known as congenital strabismus: i.e. I was born cross-eyed. (I have pictures to prove this.) When I was brought home from the hospital, twenty-six years ago, I caught a glimpse of Nixon making a campaign speech on TV, distorted due to my eye disorder into a creature of even greater horror and hideousness. "FTHAGN CTHULHU!" I screamed in utter anguish. "IA IA MILHOUSE!" But nobody understood me, since I had no teeth.
Naturally, I subconsciously blamed the Quail for this vision of evil, as
well I might. Even though the strabismus was eventually surgically corrected,
a deep and abiding horror of the Grateful Dead had already been implanted in
my infant brain. The neural short-circuiting resulting from my vision of Nyarlothemilhouse
was what gave me the ability to shape
tin-foil in myriad forms: but at what cost?
I thank you all for your birthday wishes, and I am especially grateful for the naked mole-rats that Dolph sent (who are, as everyone knows, animal representatives of the Friends of Feg), but I fear it may be too late for me.
p.s. The spontaneous appearance of quail mandalas on Mr. Lang's site doesn't
surprise me; it appears to be a computer version of a skin disease known as
cortunix bullosis, in which blisters in the shape of quails appear all over
the body. It's usually caused by listening to too much prog rock.
Be Seeing You,
- carrie -