Speaking of tangential conversation [were we speaking of it?], my youngest brother (who turned 49 earlier this year, although he looks younger) tells me that that sort of 'stream of unconsciousness' writing might possibly attract a small and loyal, albeit deeply disturbed, following of readers, conceivably enough to also attract advertisers or something. I have my doubts, but would enjoy having an outlet for my near-daily rants on this and that, especially if the outlet might have some money-making potential, because I damn sure am not making enough money now. If I could somehow turn something I do somewhere, somehow, practically every day for free to anyone who is interested and/or cannot run fast enough to escape the rant, into a revenue-generating engine, I would be delighted. My brother encouraged me some time back to lay claim to the cyber-domain name "jimmy da freak" [or "jimmydafreak" or whatever] before someone similarly afflicted beats me to it. If memory serves, he assured me as recently as late March that such a domain name was still available. I sincerely hope that there is no cyber equivalent of eminent domain in the domain of domain names. See, there I don't even know what I was talking about, and yet there may have been just a whiff of Monty Pythonish cachet to it, or Firesign Theatre [famous for hatching one of my favorite smartass appellations: "the Department of Redundancy Department"; I recall at least one college dormroom door (which, if I am not mistaken, was located, on the campus of U of Michigan) boasting that designation by way of a taped-on paper sign; there was a time, for maybe a year (ca. 1970-71)after FT's "Don't Crush that Dwarf, Hand Me the Pliers" hit the airwaves and stores, that dorm denizens (of my dorm, anyway; hey, is there anyone out there who lived in Armstrong Hall, Floor 4A, aka 'Arjungle' or simply 'the Jungle', between fall 1969 & spring of 1973? Shout out!) would greet each other with lines and their appropriate response lines from "Don't Crush that Dwarf", e.g., "Shoes for industry!" - "Shoes for defense!". I believe I included a small snippet of FT on one of the mix tapes I made for you ("you" being my audiovisual-savvy nephew, who started this blog for me, and who has a brother named Nick). I made reference to Nick Danger, 3rd Eye, as "Nickie Nickie Nick...then stop slapping me!" Perhaps you recall it...or not]. Hey, that last spasm was an example of a new word I accidentally coined not too long ago: "parenpathetical". It refers to parenthetical remarks which so far exceed in length the passage to which they are parenthetical, that it's pathetic. I think this neologism ought to be included in the next edition of Webster's Unabridged. Perhaps I can campaign for that, and other words that ought to be in use [and against a few that are common in current parlance but ought not to be, or unacceptable usages of words that are perfectly good under other circumstances; e.g., the annoyingly popular usage by local---and even some national---newscasters of the phrase "We are back after these messages"; I mean, that's just stupid; it doesn't even make sense; but I digress....].
After looking back on the previous paragraph, I am not sure where it was going. However, I do recall some vague notion of asking you [my nephew] for professional consultation [pro bono, of course; when people say that, are they referring to Sonny or Cher? Actually, some people will tell you that the only professional consultation I require is of the psychiatric variety] re how to go about staking out a domain in cyberspace without then proceeding to lose finances rather than gain some. I figure since you [and not the poseur, Howard Stern] are the Master of All Media, consulting you would be akin to going to the Oracle of Delphi. Any ideas? Yes, I know you have plenty of ideas. Any specifically about this proposition? On the other hand, I could certainly understand your having to decline on the grounds of professional ethics. On yet another hand, I am hopeful you could comfortably ignore such minor considerations for yer favorite freak. Please advise. Thanks.
Peace-----------& out,
uncle jimmydafreak
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