Vicarious George?

Never.

How strange that on such a day of revelation and fullcirclitude that we should get some fresh-faced advertisman partly composed of numbbers stumbling upon us and missing the point almost completely.

We love to drink, some more than others. Matt drinks with class, Jim drinks quickly, Robin drinks 'til his teeth are the colour of blackberry Chewits . . . But, here at AAD it isn't really about the nooze. It's about the chutzpah, umpah and Reichian camaradarie that come with running a small to galactic size press organisation. Who could forget the laughs we shed and the tears we guffawed as we printed such classics as "AAD's Complete Guide to Martain "Thesp's Thesp" Jarvis", "Doodles in Crayon" and Rex's gorgeous first novel "The Autobiography of a Distant Lake"?

Yup, it's a rum old life being part of a team of like-minded people all hell bent on giving the world the best fiction, non-fiction and chick-fuck-flick-lit we possibly can. And I, for one, salute us. How? With my hand. Where? In a shabrackle office not three stones-throws from the birthplace of Gods' daughter. Why? Who cares! WHO HONESTLY CARES? Not me, I'm a Noncarian. Does my religous leaning cause trouble with renowned Frewrthsderian Hurley? Does it hell! Will it? No! Do I get into rows with Stopansweringyourownsemirhetoricalsist Pooster? Yes! Is there a God? No! Can I kick it? Yes! What time is it? It's time for it's time for! Red or Blue? Blue! Sure? No! Wanna answer again? Yes! Red or blue? Red!

Etc.

"vicariousgeorge"

Indeed.

Amateurs.

Not that there's anything wrong with that...

Blue.

it hurt so much i must confess i used the familiar ligature for "th," and fell well shy of the bone for all or most of "derian." nonetheless, there it is for all the world to see. if only i could carve as neat with my left hand -- i'd have a matched set AND enuff blood and ooze for a proper cased pudding.

I cofess that I have a natural tendency to distrust gentleman of the cloth- George appears to be no exception.

That was an incredibly weak pun. For which I salute you.

I was aiming for the whimper of mild pain, with a tinge of disbelief at the depths to which I can stoop. Glad you felt that I had stayed true to the woeful inadequacies of AAD tradition.