Inkwell: Authors and Artists

    
arolers at Christmastime, but in the summer we can usually be found in ha-
  

    
nshan's back yard sporting Spandex bathing suits and running thru the
sp-
  

    
rinkler while Dad eggs us on from behind the video camera and Mom calls f-
  

    
or pizza. All of the neighbors are peering over the fence as we b-
  

    
egin our ritual.  My little sister always starts to cry when Dad st-
  

    

utters. It makes him sound so un-
  

    

professional, but this is at home; on the radio, he never misses a syl-
  

    
logism when discussing politics with our Congressperson. Just
yesterday they were talking about raising t-
  

    
he age limit for fishing permits.  I thought it was a strange topic
for a land-locked area, but hey, whatever floats your b-
  

    
anana split on a sea of cheese! While we're on the subject of f-
  

    
inicky eaters, let's examine this ice cream confection's dubious his-
  

    
togram.  "Nurse?" said the doc-
  

    
umentation director.  "I think my xerox machine needs a trans-
  

    
lator to interpret the manual.  What the heck does 'it is VERY VERY
CAUTION' mean?"  In-
  

    
gnorance of the law is no defense in such cases, so it's time to open a b-
  

    
ottle of Pinot Noir and forget about work for the moment.  Once the
he-
  

    
gative vibes are dispensed with, we'll be able to con-
  

    
verse using words like "ingnorance" and "hegative," provided we drink
e-
  

    
laced absinthe cocktails, swilling merrily from antique glasses and calling
to the barman for more dr-
  

    
amamine.  "If this bar's rockin', don't bother knockin'!" he shouted, as ev-
  

    
eryone who was anyone consulted the I-Ching about where to go for d-
  

    
inner.