My next comic to run in the Ann Arbor Paper is about my desire to one day write books for kids. The comic makes mention of the fact that I’m presently working on a short story to submit to Higllights magazine. The story, which I’m sure they’ll never print, is about a boy who declares war on a local dentist. (I’d set out to write a story about a boy who saved his urine in milk bottles, but thought that I’d better move a bit more toward the mainstream.) But, as I was just sitting here clicking though the Boing Boing site, I came across this mention of a newly discovered tongue-eating bug that’s been found in British fish. It apparently chews a fish’s tongue down to a bloody, little nub and then attaches itself in its place. Now, I’m thinking that it might be time to change direction again. I’m thinking that a baby board-book about a tongue-eating, grub-like parasite could be bigger than Harry Potter.
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I saw that as well and for some reason I thought that it wasn’t new news. I could swear I heard about that bug over a year ago, but I can’t recall where. At least now it might herald a cliche change to “Bug got your tongue?”
I think it might be fun to have my tongue replaced by a little cat, if it were hairless.
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You may have heard about the bug on This American Life when they were interviewing the author of Parasite Rex.
Or you may have heard about it here.
Maybe this explains what happened to Christopher Hitchens.
Fuck Henry Rollins! I elect Tony as our new Mark Twain! And Tony is a straight talker…if you know what I mean.
I was just sitting here kind of whistfully thinking about how good it would be to have Mark Twain here with us right now…
And it led me to this question: If we could bring back one person from history to help us make sense of the present state of the world, who would it be?
And, for the sake of argument, let’s say that religious prophets aren’t in the pool to choose from.
Jeffeson? RFK? Any other ideas?
Reagan. He would speak to us in soft tones, smile and laugh, and tell us everything would be all right. He was like your favorite uncle. Whether he was right or wrong didn’t really matter. It was nice to have him around not to make sense of the world, but to help us rise above (ignore) the senselessness.