the broomstitch

Ah, Serge, I've known you had a different fate when you were a small boy in Petiteville.

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Drat. I've been found out.

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But of course!

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I guess glasses are not that good a disguise.

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Nor the beard.

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Well, if you insist on wearing those blue tights with the big Red S on your chest, no glasses nor beard are gonna hide your true identity. I've told you that before. Kids these days...

Hey, did you get the mail I sent you?

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They didn't tell me it'd be such a pain to maintain a Secret Identity.

(Email? I didn't receive no email. Did you use the address that's available in Making Light?)

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I used the comcast address I swiped from your comments at my place.

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That's strange. I just went back to your site and looked at the email address I used for today's post and it is the correct address. I am at a loss.

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Im in ur commentz, resndng.

Dun.

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Oh, this IS too embarassing. I had seen that email, but somehow managed not to recognize your real name. That must have been one of those nights that were short on sleep.

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I thought the tights were just a personal affectation, like smoking a pipe or calling young women "petite chou".

Obviously I was confused.

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Well, when a man has legs like mine, he does want to flaunt them. That's one reason, besides the crimefighting.

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Who, me or Serge?

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Hmm. I was initially talking about Serge, but if the tights and cape fit...

I've had a heck of a week, I must plead brain frazzle on referencing the wrong post.

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LOL!!

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One of those weeks? Yeah, I know about them and what they do to one's brain. I've got one coming right up, not because of the office but because of the joys of owning one's own house. (Strictly speaking, the mortgage company will be owning it for 2 more decades, but you know what I mean.) My landscaping project was put one phase of a Grand Project.

As for wearing tights... If I were to do that in real life, I'd probably come off looking less like Wolverine than like Cyclops. (There is a reason why his comic-book counterpart was nicknamed 'Slim' Summers in the early days.)

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Quickly, to the Hamstermobile!

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Wise gal, eh?, as Curly Finen would have said. I suppose you'll next tell me that the lair of the crimefighter known as the Hamster looks like a giant hamster cage...

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Oh no, but it is connected to the main house via Habitrail tubes...like here.

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Heheheh... Teresa Nielsen Hayden has already seen this, right?

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Not that she's mentioned to me. I'm such a lurker, I think most of my noise gets pretty buried under the signal from more active posters there.

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If that's what you think, you should then crank up the volume and post something along the lines of...

Funny article about HAMSTERS! Yes, Teresa, I did say HAMSTERS!!!

That'd work.

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I'm too afraid it would end up "Fnny rtcl bt HMSTRS! Ys, Trsa, dd sy HMSTRS!!!"

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Baaah!!! Today's young people are so timorous.

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Lol! "Today's young people" applied to me in the '70s...I think being a month and a half away from 50 puts me considerably outside of that demographic.

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That still makes me two years older than you, two years past the big five-O. (And, no, I will not make jokes about Jack Lord.)

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You'd bloody well better not make jokes about Jack Lord. He and that show put us on the map. ;)

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I wouldn't dream of making jokes about Jack Lord. (...must... keep mouth...shut...) As for what put Hawaii on the map, I thought that the Day of Infamy had taken care of that 25 years before Jack did.

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