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   politician behind lectern, wearing suit and Mandinka haircut:
   "Come November, I pity the fool!"
Caption: ANOTHER MR. T PARTY CANDIDATE     Beyond the Fringefan #427

BEYOND THE FRINGEFAN finds himself missing the late Patrick Paulsen and his Straight-Talking American Government (STAG) Party. Absent any straight talk in the current American government, he'll minimize the amount of politics he discusses in his zine this month, as he doubts that any of his readers would be persuaded to change their votes based on anything he'd be likely to say. His friends already know which candidates he's not sure how much he can trust, and which candidates he's sure he doesn't trust at all. Readers can let him know they find the worth of his zine debatable by contacting him at the N.Y. Cadre (phone(718) NY-CADRE); e-mailnycadre@alum.rpi.edu; Webhttp://www.nycadre.org). This is Beyond the Fringefan #427, for readers of APA-NYU Volume 10, #10 (e-APA-NYU #102) and other party poopers, published October 2012 (and what a relief that Election Day will be over by the time the next issue comes out!) as a combined production of Quick Brown Fox Press and Syscrash Consulting, both subsidiaries of Thigamajig Inc. logo. Cartoon above from Bizarro by Dan Piraro, 12 October 2010. All uncredited material copyright ©2012 by Marc S. Glasser. Member fwa.

WHAT A SHAME, MARY JANE HAD A PAIN AT THE PARTY: In an exercise in the power of positive thinking, I changed my cell-phone ringtone to the Beatles' "Getting Better" when I got home from the hospital. The chest ache from the pericarditis did indeed diminish over the next week or so, only to be replaced by a different ache in the right side of my chest (accompanied by night fevers and chills). Not being a Time Lord, I was fairly sure that this was not coronary in origin, but I checked with Dr. T., the cardiologist, who confirmed it didn't sound like anything he could help me with. Consequently, I went back to Dr. B., my primary, who decided it was upper respiratory and prescribed a five-day course of an antibiotic I'd never heard of, Azithromycin. That, in turn, caused a new pain a bit further down, which I took to be stomach irritation (which a lot of antibiotics tend to cause); it was mild enough that I decided to tolerate it for the five days, rather than waste more time and money on further medical visits. (Besides, Dr. B. had already taken off for the High Holy Days by the time I stared feeling it.) By the end of Rosh Hashanah, I seemed to be able to breathe deeply without any discomfort for the first time in a month.

     I've now tapered off the ibuprofen, but Dr. T. has me on the colchicine for another two months just to be sure. I was getting Nexium in the hospital, but my medical insurance wouldn't pay for me to continue it once I was out, so at the pharmacist's recommendation I'm now taking omeprazole (the generic equivalent of Prilosec) to forestall stomach irritation.

Fringe Reception: Comments on APA-NYU, Volume 10, #9 (e-APA-NYU #101)

JAMISON, TAKE e-LETTER (Mark L. Blackman):
(¢hard-copy cover) "Where's the key?" Rather than waste space and bandwidth here providing the Pseudo-Roster sequence numbers for the 192 persons Nina depicted on the cover, I'll send it to you under separate e-cover. (If anyone else wants the list, just ask; you know where to find me.) /*/ (¢APA-NEWS) "Tony Martin played the Zeppo role in THE BIG STORE; to my surprise, he was Jewish Polish, NOT Italian!" That is surprising—but it doesn't make him any more appealing as a Zeppo substitute and vocalist. /*/ (¢Cinii) "DR. WHO isn't mainstream the way 007 is..." I thought it was, in Britain. Daleks show up routinely in editorial cartoons and TV comedy sketches there. But it might have been harder to make a TARDIS disappear at the Olympic ceremonies. (There was a three-minute Doctor Who "mini-episode" produced a couple of months before the Games, in which the TARDIS materialized in the path of a runner carrying the Olympic torch into the stadium.) weather forecast displayed on smartphone: 
FRIDAY   ["sunny" graphic]        58 37
SATURDAY ["rainy" graphic]        49 36
SUNDAY   ["cloudy" graphic]       51 38
MONDAY   [mushroom-cloud graphic] 231
TUESDAY  ["snowy" graphic]        19 4
Off-panel voice:  "Sunny and clear today, but, oooo--
                   looks like it could get ugly on Monday."
(THE ARGYLE SWEATER by Scott Hilburn, 9 March 2012) /*/ (¢me) "One much-publicized prophecy involves something called the 'Rapture', only the wicked part of 'the human species continuing to exist on the earth', so a devastated (by quakes, nukes, pestilence or by being overrun by McDonald's) earth doesn't matter." But things like radiation don't disappear in days or even seven years. (I'm not sure about Big Macs.) Then again, I guess a deity who can Rapture thousands of faithful into heaven when he chooses, can also transform radioactive into non-radioactive material, restore smashed buildings, or banish pestilence (or McDonald's) when he chooses.

Happy birthday, retroactively. /*/ (¢me) "Companies have figured out that if they build their products to fail, people will generally choose to replace them rather than give them up..." I don't know if this is universally true; my TV is still going strong after a decade, and I can't even recall how old my receiver and cassette deck are. (As you know, I still use cassettes for capturing A Prairie Home Companion and one or two other radio shows. Younger readers may need to pause here and look up "Compact Cassette" on Wikipedia.) I believe—I hope—it has more to do with the immaturity of the technology, and when iPhones and Android phones have been around for a decade or two, they'll be more durable and reliable. And that's when something even newer will come along to replace them—cranial-implant phones, anyone?

ICONOCLAST (Joel Nelson):
(¢Wunder) "I am now on antibiotics for code milky green." Hope you're feeling better now. /*/ "I found out that each 15.5 oz. can [of Monster Rehab energy drink] contains 170mg of caffeine..." That's only a bit more than an average 8-ounce cup of generic brewed coffee contains (it ranges from 100 to 200 mg), and a lot less than a Starbucks Grande contains. That makes me wonder about the warning you mention on the can: "max 1 can every 4 hours, with limit 3 cans per day." If the stuff is that dangerous, why aren't there warning labels on cans of coffee or at coffee-bar counters? (Alternatively, what else do they put in Monster products that you want to be really cautious about putting in your body?)

May the income-certification issue be resolved for the best, soon! /*/ Congratulations on your Pegasus nomination. Can "Unknown Is Unending" be nominated if it was written centuries ago on another planet? /*/ You should definitely put something up on YouTube to publicize The Family Forge. As a struggling Filthy Pro, it is essential that you spread the word, and the price of submitting to YouTube makes it a no-brainer. It needn't be anything fancy; you may already have the tools you need on Molly. WHY TWITTER BEATS BLOGS ANY DAY:
Guy thumbing text into his cell phone: 
 "I have no life
  about 1 minute ago from web"
(REALITY CHECK by Dave Whamond, 11 May 2009) The video can be a sequence of slow zooms and pans on artwork you've already created, while the audio can be your own (or someone else's) reading of a blurb about the story, the characters and the setting. That blurb can be what you've already put up at Amazon, or you can make it something more detailed to take advantage of YouTube's ten-minute limit. (You could even read a swatch of the actual story.) Just be sure to end with the image of the book's cover and to provide a link to the Amazon selling page for the book. And to Harold's page for the CD, too, while you're at it. /*/ And given your publicity budget, you should probably rethink your rejection of Facebook. Yes, it has hazards, but you can read up on what to do to minimize them, put up the barest minimum of personal information, and then avoid wasting time and effort by just posting abridged versions there of whatever you put on LiveJournal. Twitter, I'm not so sure about; seems like a much bigger time-sink than it's worth.

     In the Solid Gold, to Make You Feel Old department, this month marks the 50th anniversary—yes, that's right, a full half-century—of the release of the first single by the Beatles, "Love Me Do" (a song that has always seemed embarrassingly simple-minded to me; even the B-side, "P.S. I Love You," was far more interesting in words and music. I guess even they had to start somewhere). Brace yourself; we've got eight more years of Fab Four golden anniversaries to plow through.

     Though I haven't mentioned it here, we've been talking for months about renovating our bathroom; since the last time it was worked on, we've become convinced that there is mold or mildew growing in a number of inaccessible places there, and we suspect this is not good for the respiratory health of any of us. Replacing the peeling wallpaper with lower-maintenance paint, and releveling the floors, will be small bonuses. We have arranged for Andre the plumber to start on the job come the first of November; so expect nextish to carry undertones of frustration at my having to use someone else's shower for a week or two. (Luckily, we have a half-bathroom—meaning a toilet and a sink—downstairs, obviating the need for chamber pots...)

     Until then, may your Torah bring you lots of simcha, may you find your route to the Indies, and may you receive lots of candy and toys from the Great Pumpkin (but be sure to brush and floss regularly). And be sure to hold your nose and vote!

>Portions of the preceding have managed to mention religion, politics
                                          and the Great Pumpkin. Are you offended?<

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