12/18/2006

Okay, I owe you a little explanation, regarding the end of yesterday’s blog- I mentioned that, if you write to me at svengoolie@wciu.com, and the message “bounces back” to you as “undeliverable”- you should write to me at svenonu@aol.com. Here’s the deal, which also effects our stoogekoz@wciu.com address. Our wciu e-mail server has very strict security settings, since we need to protect our internal system from invading viruses, not to mention spam, spam, spam, spam (that’s for you Monty Python fans.) Sometimes, the system will reject mail from the “free’ services (Yahoo, hotmail, etc.) because they are used for spamming. But- it also means messages from viewers get rejected. I spoke with our resident computer guy, who keeps our pc wheels on the track- and asked if he can change the settings, but- no deal. So, I apologize. The idea of having the “wciu” addresses for my shows was, of course, to make life easier…but, alas, like everything in life, there are some flies in the harddrive ointment. However, if you can’t get through there- as I said- please feel free to write me at the old standby that we got shortly after hitting the air back in 1995- svenonu@aol.com. Also, there’s this new thing going on- the postal service? For a nominal fee, mainly used to buy a little picture you stick on the upper right hand corner of an envelope- you can send a message via trucks, men and women in spiffy uniforms, and snappy looking blue boxes. Don’t forget to give them a little something for the holidays, too. Speaking of which-I’m sure you’ll all be happy to know that I finally got around to doing some holiday shopping! And nothing makes me dislike mankind more than seeing how so many people are without manners, totally rude and despicable. Is it going to kill you to say ‘excuse me” when you bash someone’s ankles with your shopping cart? If you deliver a shoulder block to some innocent shopper while racing for the escalator, can’t you say “I’m sorry” or, at least “hope that collarbone heals quickly.” Then, speaking of escalators, there’s the unique phenomenon which I have christened “Idiots in the Land of Wonder.” This is something I’m sure you’ve run into- literally. An escalator rider in front of you gets to the top or bottom of the escalator- and then stands there like they’re dumbfounded, as more escalator riders keep moving right towards them like the candies on Lucy’s conveyor belt. I always think it’s like they’ve just emerged in the Land of Oz, and are so overwhelmed by the sight they are rendered immobile!(“Gol-lee gee whizzickers! Lookit them lights! And them foun-tains! And that there pretzel seller! We sure ain’t in DumbHindQuarters, Kansas anymore, Uncle Beelzebub!”)In the name of all that’s sane- GET OUT OF THE WAY!!! STAND ASIDE!!! You can marvel at the “Things Dismembered” kiosk perfectly well from off to the side of the escalator, instead of being the lynchpin in a game of human dominos. (Ooooh- that was flowery writing- so much so that I’m winded. What say I get the heck out of your way for now, and we meet here tomorrow? I promise not to complain…too much.)