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Who is the greater fool; the fool, or the fool who follows him?
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Thursday, April 1, 1999 April Fools' Day You know, I was a bit upset when I discovered that April Fools' Day fell out on the first day of Passover this year. Because I had had plans for that date, plans which stretched back pretty much as long as the Soapbox has been in existance. But I wouldn't be able to use them, because I wouldn't be able to update that day. Drat. But it's okay. I'll just keep them up my sleeve for next year.
In the absence of that, and in the absence of a certain fanzine I co-wrote for the past couple of April 1sts, I turned by energies elsewhere. To be exact, I kinda instigated this week's special edition of CleanSheets. The rest of the staff gleefully pounced on the possibilities, more than filling the issue in a remarkably short amount of time. If you haven't been there yet, and you're legally able to stop by, then do so. You won't regret it. As it happens, the book review is mine, under my pseudonym. It's a pseudonym I've used before, both as Bookstore Manager for CleanSheets, and for the occasional article in the college paper that I didn't particularly want my name attached to, either because it expressed an opinion other than my own, or because I would afraid it would get back to the folks back home. Usually the latter. It's also just possible that the second section of the short story is mine, but I'm not sure I'd want to admit that, so just forget I said anything. Fiction isn't my strong point, to put it mildly. At least writing it. I think that's one area where I'm definitely a better editor than writer.
Okay, enough of the shameless plugs. As for the day itself, I was pretty much removed from all of this, not being able to use my computer until Saturday night. I slept through most of the day, making up for having gotten almost no sleep the day before (and then having stayed up late for the first Seder). And then came the second Seder. And I don't find that I have much to say about either, so I'll leave it at that. |
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