notes from terry

okay...

maybe you all didn't catch it.
or maybe you were all just being nice.
but my good pal, terry austin, called me on the carpet for something i actually haven't done for years.

in my last post i kept forgetting the second "t" in joe sinnotT's name...
d'oh!

actually, when he saw the blog, terry said this;

"Fifty bucks to take that picture of me down!!!!!"

"And, it's spelled Sinnott, geni-ASS!"

i have no excuse, only to say that this is not the first time i had this problem.

way back in the distant 1980's, i worked at a residential school for mentally and emotionally challenged kids. after a few years, i was promoted to the position of recreation and activities coordinator and was responsible for making a schedule for about 130 kids and their counselors/houseparents/whatever the title was that week. i had, up until then, never met joe sinnott though i knew that he, as well as many other comic book professionals lived just across the river in the towns of woodstock and saugerties. soon though, i was introduced to his daughter, linda, who quickly became an excellent child-care
worker and i just gushed and gushed over her father and what his work'd meant to me.
when writing up the schedules, i would never get her last name right.
and she would say, 'y'know, if you were really such a big fan of my father..."

so my apologies, joe.
and to everyone else.

terry also sent me a link to an old comic book that he found on ebay wondering if i truly am a jungle prince.

the answer is YES!

switching gears--i said last week that i wanted to start focussing more on the things that make this blog perhapanaut-y; cryptozoology, the unexplained, the bizarre. and while this isn't the craziest thing i've ever seen, it sure makes you look twice. this x-ray is featured at the ripley's believe it or not museum now open in times square, nyc! who wants to go?!

i'm guessing that he thought the lightbulbs were eggs of some kind.

gotta get to work!
more on wednesday!
smell ya later!
todd