[Wonderful Labs] The Blinding of Science and Wonder

[Wonderful Labs]

Dearest Readers,

	Mister Wonderful here, once again.  I write to you now from the back of
a yam wagon trundling along the shores of a Shanghai river.  Mister Dark
sits above me, steering the mules.  He's wearing some sort of bamboo
speaker cone on his head, but keeps blowing the disguise by singing
"Sympathy For The Devil" over and over in that unsettling falsetto. 
We're doomed.

	How our merry merciless band (last seen on a quest to delay Armageddon
until our book deal comes through) found itself blown off course is a
tale for another time.

	*But* - rest you assured that for once *I* was certainly not the one
most blown.  Go ask Mister "We Need To Drop By Thailand" Malice.

	Three white mice formerly in my employ caught up to us this morning,
kindly passing along a telegram from Miss Yakamoto back at the Labs. 
"FEDS SNIFFING AROUND STOP" she writes cryptically. "DUMP THE CORE
QUERY" Ha! Ha! what a cutup she is, to be discussing these things on an
open channel. She continues: "COMPUTER NOT READY MAYBE FRIDAY STOP NEEDS
EFFLUVIUM PUMP STOP KEEP WATCHING SKIES STOP IF YOU STILL THANKING THAT
GIRL BETTER STOP"

	So I know she cares.  Further, I know that the kitchen at home, she is
too hot for this mad journey to end soon.

	You know, I was admiring the lapels of the tiny Tibetan who set up this
mobile satellite uplink in my rice bowl, thinking that his resemblance
to Elvis Costello could hardly be coincidence and wondering if he'd ever
get the chance to fulfill his life's goal (drunkenly confessed over
fermented yak milk shots) of hosting his own "Girls Gone Wild!" video
like Snoop Dogg when it occurred to me, Mister Wonderful, that the mice
had made off with my credit cards.

	What I'm saying - what I've *always* been saying - is that life can too
easily bog down with facts... become heavy, and crusted.  Wonder
lightens the soul, illuminates the bones of truth inside the mundane. 
Wonder excites and animates the hidden dance you knew the steps to
before you were born.  Wonder shocks the synapses with cold, clear joy
and laughter and confusion, the better to widen the third eye and
appreciate the Real.

	Microscopes and telescopes can only tell you what's there.  A
kaleidoscope can widen the roof of the world.

Wishing to always be your pop collide-o-scope,
yours truly in queries and essays,

Mister Wonderful

	
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WONDERFUL LABS (in pregunta absentia) - The Fine Line Between Dot Matrix
And Dominatrix
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Mister "Runabout" Wonderful Recommends:  Fighting fire with fish.  Let
the Spinal Guffman Show give you something to gurn about, remind us why
we breathe.

http://amightywindonline.warnerbros.com/index.php

-- 
Beware the savage dawn of the Sarcastic Fringehead and the Goo Goo Muck.

	"as the radio man says 
	it is 5 a.m. 
	and the sun has charred
	the other side of 
	the world and come 
	back to us
	and painted the smoke 
	over our heads 
	an imperial violet
	it is 5 a.m. 
	and you are listening 
	to Los Angeles"

		- Soul Coughing,
		"Screenwriter's Blues"

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