ok, took me about a week to pull my thoughts together on this. You think that's easy for me to admit?Ladies and Gentlemen, Godot has been spotted.
I don't recall a story of a mere human having pity on the gods for having to be -- well, god-like 24/7.
The gods of the classical myths had it a bit easier than the Big Guy (of Christianity) -- since banging virgin nymphs and taking personal vengeance was part of the gig for Zeus, Apollo et al.
Apollo never married, did he? Sorry, I digress.
A while back on the ej-list I was feeling specious and did something I winced over for weeks after -- I quoted / lifted a few pages of "Waiting For Godot" and nailed them to the door.
Honestly, I was feeling much too clever and marginalized at that moment: I don't even remember WHY I did it -- albeit I can guess it was probably a commentary on Our Eric's legendary "takes his own sweet time" getting product to the marketplace view from fandom. Godot is a play about nothingness. Like Seinfeld-- but funny. ( Ok -- to each their own.)
Point being, my email went on for about 12k in plain text: excruciating if you didn't see the joke; I'm sure most of the listers and certainly Park and Darrin didn't think it was funny.
Not that I heard about it. Both of those gentlemen probably had to hear about it from pissed off elist subscribers who just wanted the list to tell them about Eric Johnson, thanks very much.
I'd like to think Eric would have found it funny.
If he'd ever known of it at all.
I wrote a lot to the list and I suppose it's egocentric of me to think -- but I wrote good stuff; thought-full, funny, shocking and personal. Did I do it because I wanted an audience to tell me how cool I am? No. That wasn't and isn't the case, at all. First: I write for me. I am (choked laugh) full of stuff and it's gonna come out, one way or another. Getting on line allows me to put the stuff "out there" but no one has to take the time to read it -- it's one thing if you genuinely get a kick out of what I've written: but to read it because it's an obligation: where's the fun and food in that?
I spend a lot of my time thinking and writing about Eric because -- simply -- his stuff is a big part of the pleasure in my life. The list was where other EJ fans were, to talk: about Eric, yea: and all things part of the ripple effect eminating from that center.
It was amazingly good for me because I connected with other fans who understood (small knot within a small group to begin with): not alot of people get
the EJ thing: and it must be said, he's appreciated on many different levels by all sorts of people. So a smallish group the world over -- about 30 or so -- did the bulk of the chatter on the list and about 300 more dealt with what was sent to them passively; maybe an occasional note. To the list. Probably tons more to Park. I don't know, but being fairly intelligent, that would be my guess. of the 30 or so who wrote to the list, about half of that used to write me off list. once in a while there were more...
well that's surprising. There's 53 list names in my address book: I have it set to automatically add email addresses that I send email out to.
good grief. I actually know
53 people well enough to send notes to?.. gods, and there's even more names in that file ( shakes head in disbelief) ok, this explains why I'm never away from the freaking computer!
and now -- Park let Eric sign up to the forum.
I'm sure that phrasing is insulting on so many levels. That "E" is registered completely boggles my mind and I am having just a tetch of difficulty coping with the concept.
I got a bunch of email and Private Messages that day.
Subject: Breathe, **, breathe...are you ok?
I was just cruisin' thru some of the posts on the forum and saw that Eric was on briefly yesterday. I laughed out loud when the thought crossed my mind that I wonder if you would have the same response if you ran into Eric online as you would if you met him live and in person... I just imagined you passed out on the floor in front of your computer! LOL...
"You don't think that can possibly be real, do you?"
and the funnier:
"I almost choked on the organic corn tortilla chips that I was eating when I read these posts. What the heck?? "
You and me both.
I figure if it's legit, wow.
and if it's someone screwing around, Park will do something.
still -- I had a really good laugh -- one letter, uppercase.
god, that's balls.
we'll take our glasses of wine and some nachos and remove to a nice strategic viewing plateau to watch how this plays out, whaddya say?...
all I've done to note it in public (before now)is this piece of banter with "Switchgears"
And yep -- I suppose youve been lurking a bit, but I remember you.
Sweetie darling: if all you do is dip your toesies in the water you really aren't going to leave much of an impression now, are you?
It's not like you're E. He gets away with a sentence or two because of the History he's logged on every individual who takes the time to be here. (honest to G -- I did my best ever Tex Avery take when I saw that this Sunday. Not into cartoons? Think Marcel Duchamp. en bathrobe sans staircase.)
I keep picturing the events of Sunday afternoon. *Just* two buddies hanging out, goofing around on the computer... much giggling and spurious egging each other on...
Don't you just LOVE when the gods screw around with your perception of the world?
I need to find my copy of Giraudoux's The Apollo of Bellac
. First -- the comfort of brilliant words and a clever story. Second -- the pivotal speech between Agnes and The Man who's given her the key to succeed in life.
yes in my usual roundabout way, it is germaine
oh hell -- it's only 3am, maybe I can find it on line...