February 2011
!!!NEWS FLASH!!!
Yesterday, some beautiful women went out for the evening and, by all accounts, wore some beautiful dresses. Please contain your excitement. Emergency crews are standing by.
In other news, banality and superficiality reported healthy growth.
Here’s Hank with the weather…
The Requiem Overture
Fatboy Roberts
The Requiem Overture - from Geek Remixed Vol I, by Fatboy Roberts.
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Church of the SubGenius Hour of Slack #1297 – Puzzling Evidence Vs. Hour of Slack Finale
There’s One Heck Of A Catch With The Red Riding Hood Novelization →
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“The novel doesn’t include the end of the story, but instead ends with a web address and tells you to visit it after the film has been released if you want to read the last set of pages.”
An Open Letter to Nathan Fillion, From Author Patrick Rothfuss.
Mr. Fillion,
First, I have to say that I admire your work. I’ve read many of your interviews and have come to respect you not only as a truly fine actor, but as an uncommonly intelligent human being.
But let’s get straight to the heart of the matter. It has come to my attention that in a recent interview, you said the following: “If I got $300 million from the California Lottery, the first thing I would do is buy the rights to Firefly, make it on my own, and distribute it on the Internet.”
This struck a particular chord with me. As only a few months ago, I said very nearly the same thing. “If I ever get Stephen King famous,” I said, “I’ll buy the rights to Firefly and give it to Joss Whedon as a birthday present.”
Here’s the deal. My second book is about to come out. My publisher tells me there’s a decent chance of us selling a truly ridiculous number of copies. If this happens, I will have more money than I’ll know what to do with.
Except that’s not exactly true. I know exactly what I’d like to do with that money. I’d like to help you buy the rights to Firefly back from Fox.
I’m only a fledgling author. But by a strange twist of fate, I happen to be a fledgling author who is also an international bestseller.
Left to my own devices, I will probably spend my royalty money on useless bullshit. I will buy rare books and narwhal horns. If the book sells extremely well, I expect I’ll probably do something like buy an abandoned missile silo and convert it into my secret underground lair.
Clearly, this way lies madness.
Here is my thought. Alone, all we can do is dream wistful dreams of Firefly’s return. Together, we are a team. We can gather others to our cause. With 20 or 30 of the right people, we could pool our resources and make this shit happen.
You know where to find me.
Sincerely,
Patrick Rothfuss
What the FUCK? :oO
