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by Dan Mazur
Wednesdays
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Dear Readers,
I suppose I owe you an explanation for my absence in these pages. Here it is, strange, but true: after being hit on the head with a wrench, I was unconscious for nearly a week. I had a strange, vivid dream, in which I found myself in turn-of-the-century New York, where, having no other means of support, I gained employment in the then brand-new field of the Sunday Funnies. I awoke only this morning. I have no explanation for the strange clothing I found myself wearing, or the yellowed tear-sheet I clutched in my hand. However, since I had not time to create a new "Palindramas," I decided to post said tear-sheet above, hoping some reader -- perhaps a physician or phrenologist -- can shed some light on my experience!
Thank you,
Dan
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Ed Gedeon ( eddurd) says:
Obviously, it was that bad seafood you ate. Remember? You tried one of the steamed prawns, but it tasted bad so you spit it back out. That's what caused your temporal displacement: EMIT PRAWN -- WARP TIME!
Dan Mazur ( danmazur) says:
Ah! Problem solved! Thanks, Ed!
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