Monday, December 31, 2012

You don't have to go home but you can't stay here

It has been the traditional Space-Odyssey-themed end-of-year celebration at the Old Entomologist. Another Kiwi looks very convincing in his Aging-Dave-Bowman costume. Predictably, everyone else came as a semi-evolved hominid.

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.

8 comments:

Pupienus Maximus said...

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.

Smut Clyde said...

My mental archives are more centred on mid-60s Astounding / Analog cover art.

mikey said...

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...

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

I guess Evangeline and Tigris are getting soused in the kitchen (not to mention, pointing and laughing).
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Dr.KennethNoisewater said...

What are you guys using that robot for? and BE HONEST.

Substance McGravitas said...

Age of the Pussyfoot had nothing to do with feet or the other thing. DISAPPOINTING.

Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

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!

M. Bouffant said...

And who's the little guy?