Issue #70, 16 April 1997

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QUOTE OF THE WEEK:  "Wayne lies like a booger on a tie!  I saw more rain
when i was on the ark ten years ago!"
(a cook at melvan's Pizza Hut, after someone told him it was "monsooning"
outside)

From an email from melvan to eener...

I was playing with an anagram generator tonight, and found the following:

Big green thing --> 	Bring the egg in

Dumb ugly witch -->	Club. THUD. My wig!
			Dug with my club

What the hick -->	Whack the hit
			Itch the hawk

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= OH SNOP!! =
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life's little annoyances...

by, eener

Last Wednesday, I came home from work around 4 A.M.  (yeah, I have a
really weird evening shift!  I guess that's what I get for having a low
seniority.  I really wish I could at least have midnight shift where I get
off at seven in the morning- that's the shift my fiance Darin has, plus
you get more daylight that way!  But that's another "oh snop" all
together!  But I like my job, so I guess I can live with it...working for
an airline, you get free flights and all!  That brings to mind all the
cool places I've traveled...but you don't really want to hear about that,
do you?  You're probably wondering if you get airline discounts because
you subscribe to fme!!  Well, unfortunately you don't...but you get lots
of wonderful humor in this FABULOUS publication!! Oh my...I'm certainly
digressing, ain't I??!  Well...back to the story...by the way, this is the
end of the parenthetical statement)  To get back to the story here...I
drove into the parking lot at the condos, and there was a loud alarm on
the building that was going off.  My immediate reaction to this was
"EEEeeeKk!  What does this alarm mean??"  I was freaking out, wondering if
it was a burgular alarm or something.  I scooted over to the door and
unlocked it and looked around.  I didn't see any people in there, but
there was water EVERYWHERE!  Turns out the alarm that was going off was a
fire alarm.  Shortly after I arrived, some firemen came and looked around,
trying to find a fire.  Apparently there was no fire!  What happened was
the sprinkler system in the condo above ours broke and flooded the place.
The water flooded through our ceiling...came through wherever it
could...light fixtures, vents, you name it!  It was flooded in several
rooms.  In fact, the ceiling in one of the bedrooms was so saturated, that
part of it ended up falling down later on in the day.  ("Honey...the
ceiling just fell down...")  I freaked out and called Darin, who was still
at work at around 4 A.M. when it happened.  He buzzed home right after I
called him.  We went to work with wet/dry vacuums and tried to suck up
some water, but it didn't really do much good.  Like our neighbor said,
"it's like taking out a thimblefull, compared to the water in there!"  We
ended up having a company come and suck out the water, rip up the
carpet...and later on remove all the furniture, etc.  We've been in a
hotel since last Wednesday.  And get this...guess when my mom's scheduled
vacation to Atlanta to visit us was???  You got it!  Last Wednesday!  I
went to pick her up at the airport and told her our condo was
flooded...heh heh...welcome to Atlanta, mom!  We still ended up having a
good time though.  I guess I've rambled on long enough, so on with the
rest of the 'zine!


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= As the Tractor Burns... =
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STARRING:

Jim Varney - as Raul Hackenspew
Roseanne - as Esmerelda
O.J. Simpson - as I.M. Gilty
Barney the Dinosaur - as Howard Stern
Jim Carrey - as Al Rightithen
Princess Di - as Buffy

Guest Starring:
Weird Alex - as Qaz1


This week on ATTB, the plot makes even less sense than usual.  But what
else would you expect from Weird Alex?


I.M.:  So, what do you think?
Esmerelda:  I dunno, what do you think?
I.M.:  Well, what do you think?
Esmerelda:  I have NO idea.
Howard: (shooting a gun into the air) Is there any point to this
conversation?
I.M.:  Is there ever a point to any conversation here?
Qaz1:  CUT!  (long pause for effect)  Look, I'm writing this this week,
so I want you all to behave for me or else... understand? (Throws down
clipboard with frustration)
(The various characters exchange blank glances)
I.M.:  Look, it wasn't my glove...
Qaz1:  That does it...
(I.M. disappears)
Howard:  Whose woods these are, I think I know, his house is in
the village though.  He will not see me stopping here to watch his woods
fill up with snow.
Qaz1:  Look... I'm sick of this... ok... umm... how about we do a musical?
Cast:  WHAT?
Qaz1:  You heard me, a musical.  How about an As The Tractor Burns salute
to Andrew Lloyd Webber?  "The Phantom of The Farm Tractor"... Esmerelda,
you are Christine,  Howard, you're the Phantom, and... uhh... I.M.
disappeared... uhh.... Raul, you can be Raoul (I know it's a stretch, but
work with me buddy) and Buffy, you can be Carlotta. Al: you get to be the
narrator, ok?
Al:  Allllllllrighty then.
(The house lights dim, and some eerie bluegrass music fades in)
Al:  Lot Five-Hundred Fifty-five, then, an old beat-up John Deere, in
pieces.  It's said that there's a ghost in the ol' tractor, but me, I
don't beleive it.  Maybe, if there is a ghost, we could frighten it away,
with a little car-bur-a-tion, gentlemen?
(Eerie organ music fuses with the bluegrass for a rather spooky overall
effect, as the tractor sputters to life; then for some unknown reason we
cut to a stage where Christine is rehearsing her big production number
for the school musical.)
Esmerelda:  (Singing)  Think of these, think of these tractors when you
say goodbye, Remember these, remember these fondly, promise me you'll
try... we start with White, New Holland, and then Case, and then we move
on to some Fords, if you think of these old tractors, you'll never be
bored...
(Qaz1 has a blank look on his face as he realizes he's created a monster)
Raul: (Singing)  Can this be?  Can this be Christine?  No way, no way!
Esmerelda:  (Still singing) And on that day, that not-so-distant day when
all these tractors' engines seize, will you ever take a moment to stop
and think of these!
(Suddenly Esmerelda is accosted by the Phantom of the Farm Tractor (we
can tell it's him because of the really cheesy mask he's wearing, made
from the body of a beat-up International Harvester) and for some unknown
reason they begin to sing a duet (accompanied by slide guitar, 80's
synths, and pipe organ).)
Esmerelda:  In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came, there with his big
green thing, don't know his name, but yet he sings to me, and sounds so
kind.  The Phaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaantom of the Farm Tractor is there,
inside my mind...
Howard:  In all your fantasies, you always knew, Landinis, Kubotas, were
meant for you, Massey & Ferguson, make one combine!  The Phaaaaaaaantom
of the Farm Tractor is here, inside your mind! Sing for me my angel!
Esmerelda:  (sings repeatedly)  He's there, the Phantom of Farm
Tractors!  Beware the Phantom of Farm Tractors!
(we see Howard urging Esmerelda to new heights of song, until she
shatters the windshield of an enclosed cab tractor on the side of the set)
Esmerelda: Oh snop.
(At this point, Buffy wanders on in a big snit)
Buffy:  (whining) It's no fair!  She gets all the singing parts and me,
all I get is this stupid role as a stupid whining person who doesn't get
to song... hang on, isn't that what I'm doing?  WAAAAAAAH!  Qaz1
typecasted me! (sobs vehemently)
Al:  (Singing) Prima Donna!  First lady of the plough!  Your devotee is
on one knee to adore you!  Can you deny me the furrows in store, see how
the fields all wait for you...
(suddenly a hook comes on stage and pulls both off, since they dropped
well below even the writer's standards!)
(we cut to the sequence where Raul and Esmerelda sing a lover's duet at
the end of act 1)
Raul:  (singing) Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime
Esmerelda:  (singing) Plough with me and I will follow you
Raul:  (singing) Make this old John Deere sing it's sweet melody
Howard:  (bursting onto the stage)  (singing) You will curse the day
you did not do all that the Phantom asked of you!  (really, really, really
cheesy bluegrass/organ music for about 30 seconds)  Go!!!!!!!!!!
(A large, green tractor we recall from the opening of the play suddenly
sputters to life and rolls over the entire cast, killing them, then
attacks the musicians, and finally, the scriptwriter.  After all are
dead, the lights click on and this is)
CAST:  THE END!
Qaz1:  Wow, even I didn't realize I could write that badly...
(The rest of the cast give qaz1 a bottle of Dr. Pepper)
Al:  Thanks!  That was fun!
(everyone laughs)

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=  URGENT FME NEWS  =
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Attention...Weird Alex has recorded some of his parodies!  It includes
"Lost the Bot", "Playdoh", "Skiing Hills" "Spam Rap", and 11 more!  If
you're interested in a copy of this tape, check
http://badger.ac.brocku.ca/~ak95ah/order.html

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=  Wise Sage  =
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*** The Wise Sage never rests!  Well, actually she does, but "The Wise
Sage Rests" wouldn't be too good of an opener for the Wise Sage column,
now would it?  Anyway, send Wise Sage questions to eener@juno.com

Dear Wise Sage,

Is there any truth to the conspiracy that FME actually stands for
"Fabulous Melvan & Eener"?

Signed, a To-remain-unnamed Biscuit Head

Dear Biscuit head,

Actually "FME" stands for "fermented Malaysian eggplants."

Wise Sage

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= Fruit Bats in Your Toilet =
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*** If you have lunacy you'd like publicized, we'll do it for free!  Send
any stories, poems, letters, parodies, essays, ramblings, etc. to
melvan@wildstar.net

Flood
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By Weird Alex
Based (loosely) on Flood by Jars of Clay

Pain splayed cross my face
Haven't flushed the toilet for days
My toilet, it floods
And slowly my room, it turns into mud

Chorus:
And if I can't flush after 40 days
And the plumbing cracks as the pressures raise
Get me out real quick so alive I'll stay
Get me out oh...
Get me out!
It's grimy and smelly
Get me out!
I'm weak and I'm dying
Get me out!
Need someone to hold me
Get me out!
And keep me from drowning in here

Downpour on the sole
Of my best shoes from the place of the hole
In the old toilet tank
Now the toilet floods and my apartment is rank

Chorus

Stop the water from my room
Staunch the streams still flowing
Rescue me from in my doom
Of toilets overflowing...

Chorus to fade...

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The following is another parody...eener told the writer that she wanted to
put it in FME, to which he responded:  "Well, I'll leave it to your
discretion ... though I can't help but ponder the ramifications on
civilization as we know it ... *giggle*"

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Big Green Thing
(tune: Newsboys' "Real Good Thing")
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When we see something being waved,
it's a big green thing, a big green thing
When we don't see what's being waved,
it's a big green thing, a big green thing

Lost your tissues, now you find
You need some way to clear your mind

Trim your hairs and toss your hanky
Wave your thing at all things skanky
Keen idea, the only thing er's
You lose respect when you use your fingers

When we see something being waved,
it's a big green thing, a big green thing
When we don't see what's being waved,
it's a big green thing, a big green thing

Friends are looking -- don't be seen
Waving something ... big and green

Honk and peek or pick a winner
Best have other plans for dinner
If the others give you grief
Better park it here on my handkerchief

When we see something being waved ...

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author's note: what can I say? I had a sinus infection when I wrote it...)
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= Dumb Poetry in a Card Type Trash... =
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Untitled #32
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Hisssssssss....
Grrrrrrrrr.....
scritchscritch...
Hisssssssss....
Grrrrrrrrrrr....
The cat
HATES
the vet.

the caffeine goddess,
eener


Untitled #912
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Oh my goodness
I've enrolled in college classes
and stopped attending in the
middle
of the semester
I'm lazy
Toss...turn...
I suddenly realize how
not attending is giong to
totally
mess
up
my grade point average
toss...turn...
I go to the campus and try...
try
to find the classes
I'm enrolled in...
I can't at first.  Finally
I find one.
The professer says
"Welcome back...I haven't seen you
in a long time!"
Toss...turn....
What a weird dream.
But at least it didn't involve
the picnic basket of death.

eener, once again

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This collection of lunacy is copyright 1997 by Renee Elrod and Melissa
Hoffmeyer, except for letters, essays, parodies, poems, stories, and
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regarding spelling, punctuation, content, fishing lure earrings, AND fresh
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