I have to say that the groundswell of support for breaking my brother's legs in order to increase his height has been really quite astonishing, quite touching, quite ... heartfelt, if I do say so. I didn't realize until now the sort of genuine interest people took in my brother's limbs. He was so moved by the outpouring that he asked me to pass along this message to all of you:

Greetings readership STOP Am currently piloting zeppelin over Pacific so must be brief STOP moved by your concern over my height STOP but no fear for have bought a kind of reinforced pole-and-grappling hook to reach items on top shelves STOP Only forty nine dollars after manufacturer's rebate STOP must return to helm to deal with these deuced zephyrs END

Sadly, that was the last communication from the Comestable before it met a deflatory death on the business end of an iceberg.

Now that Blogger has been redesigned into a useable tool, I've opened up a rural branch office of the Palinode there. "The Palinode Says Yes. No." is designed handle the spring runoff from this site and pipe it to some place out in the country. Put your galoshes on and mind the blackflies.

AGORANOMA

The insect repellent rack at Shopper's Drug Mart is now the "West Nile Protection Centre". The magazine section is the "Information Centre". The health food section, if I recall correctly, is the "Nutrition Centre". Strangely enough, the racks of potato chips and boxes of chocolate and cookies and high-fat high-fructose groceries isn't called the "Heart Attack Centre". Instead they call it "the grocery aisles," because apparently that stuff qualifies as actual food. It's right next to the "Plastic Crap Your Kid Will Scream For Until You Capitulate Centre".

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