it's not a newsletter... it's simply...
Dedicated Idiocy, etc.
here I am, abandoned on campus, left alone with the squirrels. (A
plague of bunnies upon both your houses, eh?) Actually, things aren't
too bad. I'm sitting in the WPSU lobby listening to the Bonzo Dog
Doodah Band and contemplating the nine or ten radio shows I intend
to write this summer.
That summer, I co-produced a half-hour show called Laughstock:
Summer of Comedy. Each week featured a different comedian, such
as Gilda Radner. The idea was to hold the slot for Rubber Chicken
to return in the fall.]
selling my soul to the dining hall for four hours a day, starting
in June (my volunteer work at the station doesn't pay the rent, eh?)
Well, this little memo is to make up for some of the inaccuracies
in the final newsletter (Wednesday, April 25, 1990 Vol. II
Issue XII). If I hear from enough of you, I might do another one later
on (if I don't kill myself, now that I've found out I'll have to take
Accounting 101 again).
Before I'd even recovered from the grief of losing Graham Chapman,
I lost a relative, a young cousin who also died of cancer. Needless
to say, my schoolwork suffered that year.]
Alyce "With a 'Y'" Wilson
omitted Sadie O'Deay's name from the list of Mall Climbers. I also
omitted Abner Mintz's name from the Twit-of-the-Year Competition write-up,
where he played Hirum G.P. Average. This omission, however, was quite
on purpose (ha!).
Python Society? During the last couple weeks of school, I began a
quest. Ask me your questions, bridge-keeper... I'm not afraid.
is your name?
name is Alyce Wilson.
is your quest?
a national Monty Python fan club.
is your GPA?
contacted Pythonoids across the nation (impressive, eh?) through a
newly created Netnews group.
In those days, there was no Web. The Internet was mainly populated
by geeks, nerds and Al Gore. There were no chat rooms. There was no
instant messaging unless you were actually on the same computer system,
i.e. both connected to PSUVM at Penn State. There were no online dating
services. We communicated to each other by chiseling our messages
into rocks and then heaving them into something called USENET news
groups, a.k.a. Netnews. This was called "posting" and was
akin to the rock toss event in Scottish games, except without the
I've found one other society, the Royal Order of Pythons at the University
of Texas. But apparently, all they do is talk silly and drink a lot
going to search for other groups, in the hopes of creating an information
network and/or discovering/co-founding a national fan club. I'm going
to contact Dean Cole of the national Bonzo Dog Band fan club (Doo-Dah)
to see what he knows. And I'll keep you posted with the results.
Yet another entry in the Things Alyce Regrets Not Doing. I
did manage to find a number of other Monty Python clubs, and you can
still find copies on the Web of my The
Unofficial, Incomplete, But Otherwise Completely Wonderful List of
MONTY PYTHON'S FLYING CIRCUS Fan Clubs and Fanzines, which by
my reckoning I have not updated in about 11 years. I completely intend
to update it, once I finish writing that novel.]
Mickey! Let's have a show! We could write our own material and bring
in outside writers and actors and stage it in Kern Building!"
that sounds like a great idea! And we could put up flyers and
buy some ads and everyone would come to see it! And maybe we could
give out free lettuce to everyone who brings their own tap shoes!"
I don't know about that, Mickey... but the rest of it sounds real
Well, that was the sound of Roger's Wawa Rabbits... and we've beaten
them up and stolen their nifty idea. If you've got any suggestions,
questions, comments, or MATERIAL for the show, contact me at my summer
address (gosh, wouldn't that be neato?).