Solonor's Inkwell

Four years ago I went looking around these here internets for links to Maine TV personality, Eddie Driscoll. He died last Saturday at the age of 81.

Eddie was a local television icon in Bangor, putting on all kinds of wacky costumes and goofing it up for the camera in a plethora of low-budget shows, like Dialing for Dollars (a game show where he grabbed random phone numbers out of a barrel and called whoever he found, then asked them trivia questions for small cash prizes) and “Weird” (a late-night movie show that was about 40 years ahead of MST3K).

Eddie would have worn the bunny ears. That’s for sure.

Bangor’s King of Comedy, Eddie Driscoll

I never knew about John M. Ford until he died.

I probably read his work in a Steve Jackson game or a Star Trek novel, but the name apparently didn’t stick with me. I definitely did not know about all of the other wonderful things he wrote. So, now, after reading all of this amazingly funny stuff, he leaves me not only with the sad fact that he won’t be writing any more, but also with the poke in the eye that I had spent 44 years of my life (give or take) without the benefit of his words bumbling around in my cranium.

Bastard.

[ via Linkmeister ]

To me, there’s just something that seems inherently right in this progression of events:

1. Goverment decides to create a flexible, robust computer network, so that military intelligence and important communications can continue in the event of a nuclear war.

2. My wife uses the result of that research to post pictures and biographical details of Pepper, Squeak, Vanilla Bean and Smudge on Catster.

Mrs. Rasreth signed a blood oath to wear an Halloween costume to work this year. So, last night she was looking through the internets for some idears.

At one site in particular, she discovered 49 pages of costumes, and she forced me to listen to the ones that were designed to elicit maximum groans (because everyone knows how much I hate puns *cough*).

So, just to be fair (to me), I’ll make you carry them around in your head all day, too.

Stylin’ Mousse: Wear reindeer/elk horns, and carry a hair dryer and big brush.
Chicken-Cord-on-Blue: Dress in all blue and tie a rope (loosely) around your neck with a rubber chicken on the other end.
Pimp and His Hoes: Dress in flashy clothes. Carry as many garden hoes as possible.
Mummy-To-Be: Wear all-white clothes, and add padding to your belly to look pregnant (even better if you actually ARE pregnant). Then wrap yourself in gauze to look like a mummy. Paint your face with white paint and add black all around your eyes.
Waist of Time: Attach watches to your belt.
Milk Gone Bad: Use a cardboard box to create a carton of milk that hangs over your body. Wear an earring, chains, and fake tattoos, and have a pack of cigarettes rolled under your shirt sleeve, etc.