Editor:
I jst rd Barry Evans’ pce (“Feed Me, See More,” June 9) in NCJ. WTF does CUL! mean???? If I wuzn’t doing this rant, I mite B considered a Luddite (I never break things I don’t like, unless it’s by accident). Incidentally, I still keep the obit on the late, great David Anderson stuck on my CRT-powered monitor. “He lived in many worlds, except the 21st century. As a master communicator, David quite never mastered the telephone or the computer. It is possible he died to avoid facing any more aggravating technology.”
Marvin Lynn Goss, McKinleyville
This article appears in Agonizing Over Apartments.
My dearest Marvin,
I set quill to paper this morning to join you in your concern over the alarming new developments in abbreviation. The modern generation shows its laziness in its refusal to spell things out. I fondly keep a charcoal of our friend Baron von Slukevicz, who, upon his death, was praised for his refusal to install running water or electricity at his estate.
I hope to see you at some later date!
Your obediant (never the vulgar “obd”) servant,
Mitch