Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Hi there goys and birls!

Hi kiddies, I'm your Aunt Rosie, here to tell you a nice bedtime story.
I really have not previously been involved with the Internet except to send email and look at naked guys. ;-)

I got involved with the Internet because of your sweet Aunt Lily Strange. Aunt Lily always did like newfangled gadgets. Couldn't stick to the good old fashioned hand tools like axes and meat cleavers. No, Aunt Lily has to have the latest chain saw, preferably with a computer chip.
So, I really don't know what I'm doing. But I'll hack and slash my way through it.
How about a nice cup of tea while I tell you a little about myself?
Aunt Lily gave me a wicked story of hers to revise and make even wickeder and more twisted. I wasn't sure if I wanted to do it. I do like my quiet life giving tarot readings and taking care of the mad and the infirm. But Aunt Lily made life as a writer sound terribly glamorous. But glamour must not suit Aunt Lily very well because it seems to have made her all the more unsettled. So now I am taking over where she left off, and adding some material that your dear Uncle Howard would have wanted the world to know before he went missing back in 1936. They say he died--but we know better, don't we, boys and girls? He went to live with the Great Race. But the things he wrote will live on and on in new form, thanks to those who believe in the dreamlands.
I best go bring Aunt Lily her dinner now. She's starting to rattle her chains and if she raises too much of a disturbance, the ghosts may come let her loose, and we can't have that.
So stay as long as you like. There's more tea, and a little Powder of Ibn-Ghazi to wash it down!
Aunt Rosie