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It's been well over two years since I joined the Forum. In that time, I have made new friends, explored fascinating topics, and engaged in meaningful discourse. Some of you might think you know me well, and you probably do. You know that I like to wear suits. You know that I've written a novel. You may even know that I play ragtime on the piano.

Needless to say, I've learned a lot about you. I know Kate has studied brain anatomy. I know that Rob is a mathematician. I know that DirkStaff is a Buddhist. And yet, never in that time have I revealed to any of you what is perhaps my darkest and most dangerous secret. 

Ready to hear it?

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MY FAVORITE AUTHOR IS NOT SIR FRANCIS BACON!!!

I know, it's sinful! But before you cast me into outer darkness, before you damn me to eternal hellfire and agony in the flaming pit of unforgiveness, I humbly ask that you hear my case.

As much as I admire Bacon's work, the honor of Marvin Haines' Favorite Author has to go to a man named... William Shakespeare - JUST KIDDING!!!

No, in fact that honor goes to Edward Gorey, everyone's favorite author of nonsense, mayhem, and yes, furniture pornography. 

If you haven't already memorized every line of his weird, disturbing, and slyly elusive little picture books for grownups and troubled teenagers, I highly recommend that you do so - those able to call up Gorey references on demand and recite his verses as if they were proverbs in the most unlikely of settings are held in high regard among the initiated. 

Sadly, the man died a Stratfordian... or so I thought.

Recently, while perusing one of at least 12 Facebook pages dedicated to Mr. Gorey's work, I found this:

May be an illustration of text that says 'Cape Museum of Fine Arts presents AN ETCETERIST ENTERTAINMENT Devised by Edward Gorey for the puppets of Le Théâtricule stoique OMLET:O1 POOPIES DALLYING by Sir Francis Bacon RUNE LOUSSE, RUNE DE LEGLETS: OU, SIRENCEDE GLENOUIRRES by Adelwyd Ogle Saturday and Sunday afternoons at July 25 26, and August8, 1998 10/100 Hhatony Tian'

No one is perfect. Edward Gorey certainly wasn't... at least until this poster saw the light of day!

 

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2 hours ago, Marvin Haines said:

It's been well over two years since I joined the Forum. In that time, I have made new friends, explored fascinating topics, and engaged in meaningful discourse. Some of you might think you know me well, and you probably do. You know that I like to wear suits. You know that I've written a novel. You may even know that I play ragtime on the piano.

Needless to say, I've learned a lot about you. I know Kate has studied brain anatomy. I know that Rob is a mathematician. I know that DirkStaff is a Buddhist. And yet, never in that time have I revealed to any of you what is perhaps my darkest and most dangerous secret. 

Ready to hear it?

Drumroll, please...

_________________________________________________________________________________

MY FAVORITE AUTHOR IS NOT SIR FRANCIS BACON!!!

I know, it's sinful! But before you cast me into outer darkness, before you damn me to eternal hellfire and agony in the flaming pit of unforgiveness, I humbly ask that you hear my case.

As much as I admire Bacon's work, the honor of Marvin Haines' Favorite Author has to go to a man named... William Shakespeare - JUST KIDDING!!!

No, in fact that honor goes to Edward Gorey, everyone's favorite author of nonsense, mayhem, and yes, furniture pornography. 

If you haven't already memorized every line of his weird, disturbing, and slyly elusive little picture books for grownups and troubled teenagers, I highly recommend that you do so - those able to call up Gorey references on demand and recite his verses as if they were proverbs in the most unlikely of settings are held in high regard among the initiated. 

Sadly, the man died a Stratfordian... or so I thought.

Recently, while perusing one of at least 12 Facebook pages dedicated to Mr. Gorey's work, I found this:

May be an illustration of text that says 'Cape Museum of Fine Arts presents AN ETCETERIST ENTERTAINMENT Devised by Edward Gorey for the puppets of Le Théâtricule stoique OMLET:O1 POOPIES DALLYING by Sir Francis Bacon RUNE LOUSSE, RUNE DE LEGLETS: OU, SIRENCEDE GLENOUIRRES by Adelwyd Ogle Saturday and Sunday afternoons at July 25 26, and August8, 1998 10/100 Hhatony Tian'

No one is perfect. Edward Gorey certainly wasn't... at least until this poster saw the light of day!

 

Coincidence I heard this quote today:

“I’m using the same toilet in the Tampa airport that I used three days ago. I think I’m having a deja poo.”

Maybe it is not. LOL

 

 

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On 1/10/2024 at 2:08 AM, Marvin Haines said:

It's been well over two years since I joined the Forum. In that time, I have made new friends, explored fascinating topics, and engaged in meaningful discourse. Some of you might think you know me well, and you probably do. You know that I like to wear suits. You know that I've written a novel. You may even know that I play ragtime on the piano.

Needless to say, I've learned a lot about you. I know Kate has studied brain anatomy. I know that Rob is a mathematician. I know that DirkStaff is a Buddhist. And yet, never in that time have I revealed to any of you what is perhaps my darkest and most dangerous secret. 

Ready to hear it?

Drumroll, please...

_________________________________________________________________________________

MY FAVORITE AUTHOR IS NOT SIR FRANCIS BACON!!!

I know, it's sinful! But before you cast me into outer darkness, before you damn me to eternal hellfire and agony in the flaming pit of unforgiveness, I humbly ask that you hear my case.

As much as I admire Bacon's work, the honor of Marvin Haines' Favorite Author has to go to a man named... William Shakespeare - JUST KIDDING!!!

No, in fact that honor goes to Edward Gorey, everyone's favorite author of nonsense, mayhem, and yes, furniture pornography. 

If you haven't already memorized every line of his weird, disturbing, and slyly elusive little picture books for grownups and troubled teenagers, I highly recommend that you do so - those able to call up Gorey references on demand and recite his verses as if they were proverbs in the most unlikely of settings are held in high regard among the initiated. 

Sadly, the man died a Stratfordian... or so I thought.

Recently, while perusing one of at least 12 Facebook pages dedicated to Mr. Gorey's work, I found this:

May be an illustration of text that says 'Cape Museum of Fine Arts presents AN ETCETERIST ENTERTAINMENT Devised by Edward Gorey for the puppets of Le Théâtricule stoique OMLET:O1 POOPIES DALLYING by Sir Francis Bacon RUNE LOUSSE, RUNE DE LEGLETS: OU, SIRENCEDE GLENOUIRRES by Adelwyd Ogle Saturday and Sunday afternoons at July 25 26, and August8, 1998 10/100 Hhatony Tian'

No one is perfect. Edward Gorey certainly wasn't... at least until this poster saw the light of day!

 

I looked up Gorey. Thanks he has a dark sense of humour I like.

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