| I was at a Stupid Con. It was being held in a relatively small room, with a huge round table in the middle. All the Stupid folk were seated around it, laughing and talking about stupid stuff. The door opened. One by one, the Stupids looked over to the door and fell silent, staring at the man with a knapsack over one shoulder framed in the doorway. Al grinned, nervously, and made his way inside, shutting the door and sitting in the only empty seat. “Hi. I’m here because you’re all my biggest fans. I have to ask you, though, to not say a word about this to anyone.” We all nodded vigorously. He reached beneath the table, withdrew a notebook and pencil, and proceeded to write, ignoring us. PB, who was sitting next to him, nudged him and quietly suggested a small change in the wording. Al looked at it, nodded, and made the change. Meanwhile, I was quietly freaking out. I decided to go get my Bob accordion. I got up from the table, sidled towards the door, slowly left and bolted up to my room. I dug through al my stuff, found the accordion, and raced back downstairs, diving into my seat. While I was gone, Al had acquired a laptop. It was plugged into the room’s phone jack, and he was busy composing his very first post at Stupid. We decided not to tell anyone, because we knew Stupid would be mobbed if word got out that Al posted there. Al had also brought along a videotape. He put it in the VCR in the corner and turned on the room’s TV. It was a video of him learning the Boneless Boy dance from a member of the Red Hot Chili Peppers. I remember seeing Karen laughing her head off, wearing an accordion printed sundress. My Take On It Next Dream |
| Secretly Stupid 05/07/02 |