But now the festivities are done, it is time to pack up, and the hired team of burly sumo wrestlers are trundling the concrete monoliths back to the storeroom for next year. I have no idea whom Evangeline van Holsterin is supposed to be.
Monday, December 31, 2012
You don't have to go home but you can't stay here
But now the festivities are done, it is time to pack up, and the hired team of burly sumo wrestlers are trundling the concrete monoliths back to the storeroom for next year. I have no idea whom Evangeline van Holsterin is supposed to be.
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I recall reading that issue not too many years after it was published. Borrowed from my neighbor's library, it was my introduction to Cordwainer Smith.
My mental archives are more centred on mid-60s Astounding / Analog cover art.
I could never keep Fredrick Pohl and Poul Anderson straight. And Silverberg gets a pass for all eternity for "Dying Inside", one of the truly great novels of our time.
Merry New Year - watch the monoliths now...
I guess Evangeline and Tigris are getting soused in the kitchen (not to mention, pointing and laughing).
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What are you guys using that robot for? and BE HONEST.
Age of the Pussyfoot had nothing to do with feet or the other thing. DISAPPOINTING.
Predictably, everyone else came as a semi-evolved hominid.
That's no costume, it's a lifestyle choice!
What are you guys using that robot for? and BE HONEST.
That sexy robot is the stripper they hired. Glenn Reynolds is standing outside the bar, fogging up the window, steaming mad with jealous longing.
Happy New Year, old chums!
And who's the little guy?
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