Thursday October 23rd 2014 Tim
Have to think that a six
word title for anything is too long. And here I'm pretty
certain that Pewdesduckle and one or other of the
several Anonymous might agree with me. Ampleforth,
however, has yet to review One Small Boy on the Barnes
and Noble, so I've sent him a generous gift token that
will enable him to buy a Danish Pastry to go along with
his Double Vanilla Latte from that pompous ass coffee
outlet around the corner from him. And I'd just
like to point out to Ampleforth, that no one is remotely
impressed with his new apple Mack Ping Pong.
It's called 'flutter'
or something like that. The algorithm likes flutter, it
likes to be tickled and made to giggle. And I don't think
Ampleforth fully understands what a happy algorithm is. Nor
is denigrating the class of reviewer something we writers of
pulp should really indulge. But I would have you know
Ampleforth, there is an Anonymous who has been very generous with a few
remarks about One Small Boy. It's a five star review, sir.
A five star review! How about "Weaver of
Inclines," to go along with this wonderful picture of a
Tribal Class 31. A 2-8-4 no less, with smokestack belching.