Friends, I now claim my heritage as TRUE NERD. Yesterday, Sally was musing about the semi-legendary tearjerker/time travel movie Somewhere in Time.
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A conversation which occurred the morning of October 9, 2007.
Gorjus: WHAT UP
want to be my executrix?
Sally: omg you’re chatting
Gorjus: i know it’s HOT
Sally: i want to be anything that ends with trix
The esteemed Professor Fury & I just received this electronic mail:
I wanted to let you know about an EXCITING OFFER available to you both. It’s called YOUR WEBSITE. You should WRITE SOMETHING and POST IT THERE.
Ahem. We have both perhaps been remiss, swept up in the pleasures of Boys and Girls in America. I’ve got more Polaroid sets from Yazoo City, Legion Field, the Nick, and stories about the Goxxip, but I actually think the Prof. has given up writing.
“My spleen,” he has been heard to say. “I feel it inside me still, although softer, paler, more ghostlyish.”
It really creeps me out when he says that.
Today I got some PrettyFakes hate-mail. In its glorious entirety:
Subject: You Should Probably
...just give up your website. I could save myself several hours a week if I didn’t have to check every 5 minutes to see if you’ve posted something.
More reader mail! Keep it coming, true deceivers!
So the new X-Men movie is coming out and nerds everywhere are curled into the fetal position, cradling their near-mint copies of Uncanny Nos. 141 and 142 whilst gently rocking back and forth as they imagine the scaly curves of Rebacca Romijn.
I understand that. But I was shocked to hear from an all-new, all-different fan: Sally J. Nordan.