"No luck, comrades, we still live." Unidentified Ivan on the Eastern Front, 1941

Hey

I know it's been ages since the last newsletter, almost six weeks now, and all was explained in the last NL I wrote, "Mothball Of Insanity", last Sunday night. However, after nine hours of toil, from 5 pm Sunday to 2 am Monday- okay, it wasn't exactly toil, I was listening to Hawkwind CDs and sitting at a computer getting ultra shit faced drunk and going on (and on) about my wonderful self, and it wasn't nine hours straight, I took breaks to read some other stuff, and shadow box once or twice, but still . . . after nine hours of toil, I pressed Send and- yes. Swear.

Got that same message I get when I press evil Save, "The document you are trying to access cannot be located at this time" and it all went the way of my much missed and lamented (but far from wasted) youth. Gone. Lost forever.

I had my fist drawn back to stove pipe this mother fucking computer screen, but somehow managed to stop myself- okay, I drunkenly fell backward in my chair, same thing- and then sloshed upstairs in a huff (and royal dudgeon) vowing to never do another NL again, cos I am flat out SICK OF THIS SHIT. Fuck it.

Next day I figured though, fuck THAT. I honestly don't believe all this trouble I'm having getting a NL out to you poor souls is due to any glitch in the computer, or buzzed up Bill hitting the wrong key - for one thing, no one can tell me what key I could possibly hit to get that message, or cause the NL to vanish like it does- I believe some outside force is working against the NL. I really do.

(I THINK IT'S YOG SOTHOTH).

I know it can't be Cthulhu, cos I've talked to him many times and he's a big fan of the NL. Anyway, we don't back down from fights no matter how big the other dog- or multi tentacled transdimensional entity.

So, I've calmed down some since the other night, which is not to say I'm over it, another thing entirely, and will continue to churn out newletters for your education and edification like nobody's damn business, never fear- or fear, as the case may be- but since a lot of you have been asking lately, I wanted to get this brief missive out- if out I can get it, and it too doesn't disappear in smoke- to let you know the NL is, just like Johnny Winter, still alive and well (but not cross eyed or albino).

Now I think I'm gong to retire to my bunker on the moon and sulk. You?

(I'M GONNA FIND ME SOME GIANT MECHANICAL MOON MICE AND TRAIN THEM TO DO MY TERRIBLE BIDDING).

Good plan.

Later

Bill