From: "Strong, Lee" <StrongL at MTMC.ARMY.MIL>
To: "'WSFA members'" <WSFAlist at keithlynch.net>
Subject: [WSFA] Re: Odd Noiseum
Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 12:41:26 -0500
Reply-To: WSFA members <WSFAlist at keithlynch.net>

Princess Panorama,
	(You don't mind if I call you by your first name, do you?  Thanks!)
	You're a very interesting person, and I'm glad I don't know you.
	See _Black Hawk Down_.  Think of it as _Starship Troopers_ with an
all human cast.

Lee on the Right

-----Original Message-----
From: Princess Panorama Punchdrunk Pitchapupt [mailto:walter at nova.org]
Sent: Friday, February 15, 2002 1:34 AM
To: WSFA members
Subject: [WSFA] Odd Noiseum

Meaningless dribble of commentary...

Thanks, Lee G. for defending my privilege of editing the "From" field
in my message as I please.  To Elspeth, does it not show my actual
email address as well in your email program?  Curiouser.

Picture of Ghashklabber:  Hm-m-m-m.  President Bush is smilin' big,
like he musta just executed a whole passle of Tammy---whoops---Carla
Fay Tuckers.  No, G. is far more loathsome, I imagine him resembling
Dudley Do-Right with a lot of UV-induced genetic damage and a history
of poor dental care.  ---And absolutely no perspective on any human
relationship.

No I haven't seen Blackhawk Down, I just listen to NPR (a disgusting
habit, like chewing tobacco indoors).

Steve Smith's responses deserve several messages devoted to them
alone, preceded by a not inconsiderable amount of research.  I shall
confront you at WSFA...

BTW, Princess P. P. P. is my conflation (ooh-h-h-h that feels good,
thanks Keith) of all of Somtow's female relatives, and perhaps of
all Thai names.  His sister Kiki was really named Nadaprapai, a
stunningly lovely word, to my ears (I defeated her in a terrible
Inquestral battle of seafood all-you-can-eating many years ago;
disgraced, she slunk off to become a reform politician in Thailand,
I believe.  She and her father (who wrote a good bit of the Law of
the Sea) were the dumb ones in that family.  Oh, those steamy
countries full of dirty little people with Everestian IQs...).  Get
Ray Ridenour to tell you about working with Premikaa ("Pinkie") on
Somtow's film.  His mother was vanished money that married into
the aristocracy (she looked vaguely down on their friends the
Aquinos, and when Mrs. Aquino became President of the Phillipines,
observed that Marcos must feel awful, having been vanquished by
a woman).  When Somtow was pretending that he would wed an
American, she opined that the trouble with western women was that
"They get old so soon, and they nevah die!"  And then there's his
old wise patron Princess Chumbhot, a regal great aunt ensconced
in a vast old house.

As a Russian composer, I was Prokofiev, but I think I lied some.
When I was little child, we had an LP containing Peter and the Wolf
along with more conventional children's music.  It may have been
my first experience of using electronic technology, I played it
again and again, and I still fondly hear some of the themes in my
head.  I've forgotten "Alexander Nevsky" and the few other works
I used to listen to.  I DO think Stalin would have liked me better
than Prokofiev.

Better, IMO, to be Mussorgsky, and have set phrases like
"...sobirayam milostinkoo" to music.  I don't know what it means,
but it sure sounds like it ought to be part of a drunk driving
commercial.

----------------

Gee, I just figured out what this message is about:  you see, I'm
convinced that human consciousness is a most threadbare illusion,
but an illusion that hears the random grunts and odd noises of its
fellows and imagines an orderly structure that will bolster the
notion of its own existence and consequence.  I really only care
about the odd noises, and not much about the assembled semantics;
must be a dreadful bore to the other illusions.

Yours,

Princess Panorama Punchdrunk Pitchapuptent
(say that three times real fast)