Who the Bleep are the TAZ?

[Lance_Uppercut]

The following was found scrawled on the bottom-side of a toilet seat on Pueblo Bonito. To whom it is for should be pretty evident:

I was sleeping.

Someone took my Amulet!

But they left this in its place...

(yes, the card was indeed glued to the seat too.)


...Which is nice because I ran out of those a while ago.

So, it reminds me, I'd like to invoke right #1 and just say "this" for each answer to your questions, whatever they happen to be at this point in time. Now, and retroactively-- just in case they changed since when you started reading this sentence.... ... .. . now.

Furthermore, in accordance with the unnumbered right #6, my ship is now a Saint.

So I am a Temporary Autonomous Bestfriend now, eh?'

You already knew that I'm unwilling to wait for mankind to improve. My extradiscordian studies must continue, but y'know, I'm just not feeling it. TAZ me.

Oh, and just so you know,

If I can't get heat in my apartment this evening, I will have to call the Health Department's emergency line. Are you aware they charge landlords a $250 fine when they respond and find a violation of statute?

-H. Zinn

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~Transmission Blast~
Comm. ID: H. Zinn
Transmit to: Malaclypse

As you requested, the following are two paragraphs on "Amor-Fou" for your review.

Amour Fou is not a Social Democracy, it is not a Parliament of Two. The minutes of its secret meetings deal with meanings too enormous but too precise for prose. Not this, not that--its Book of Emblems trembles in your hand.

Naturally it ****s on schoolmasters & police, but it sneers at liberationists & ideologues as well--it is not a clean well-lit room. A topological charlatan laid out its corridors & abandoned parks, its ambush-decor of luminous black & membranous maniacal red.

I liked it, too. I can see why you wanted to read some of it again.

Please don't make me invoke Right #1 again... I'm running low on those cards and don't want to make copies for a while. Though I could always invoke it withou... no. Nevermind that.

Furthermore, I couldn't accept your money. *chuckle* Rich I ain't, but proud I is. I'll register my new callsign on my OWN, thank you. Ship change? No sir, this old Crow may be Moldy, but it's the only hunk of metal I'd ever rely upon.

*muttering* Unlesssomeone'sfeelinggenerous *cough* Oh, sorry. Had something stuck in my throat.

So uh... anyway,
Ta! See you in Baffin.

~Transmission Blasted!~

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::The Pennsylvania Liberation Force