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9/30/1998

INFRASTRUCTURE
Yeah, we fucked up and didn’t hide the mailing list last broadcast so you may have gotten some spam as a result. Sorry!

The October episode of Degeneration Excerpt is being assembled this week, with the predictable Horror theme packed full of upredictable horror stories. If you’re interested in seeing your name in lights, or at least print, submit somethin’.
You may notice a whimpifying effect in Electric Degeneration broadcasts from Oct 19 - 30 as your editor will be taking a temp job as the webmaster of the Space Ghost site! http://www.cartoonplanet.com/spaceghost
Yes, it’s only temporary while their webmistress goes on vacation. No, it doesn’t pay that well but yes, it will get my foot in the door, and out of my mouth, over at Cartoon Network, a division of Time Warner. Afterward I’ll still be in search of work in the web, multimedia, design, writing, sculpting fields so if you have any thoughts contact us. In addition, there are a number of other degenerates in a number of other fields in search of work at the moment so please contact us with clues.
The unsubscribe command for this broadcast is “D’oh!”

BLASPHEMY
This is for the asshole that was tailgaiting us with his brights on this evening, then pulled up and screamed obsceneties for no apparent reason:
“HEY SKIPPY, YOU STEPPED ON MY CHEZMO
HEY SKIPPY, YOU DON’T OWN THIS HIGHWAY
HEY SKIPPY, GET OUT OF MY WINDSHIELD
HEY SKIPPY, YOU GONNA DIE
WHERE’D YOU GET YOUR DRIVER’S LICENSE
SEARS & FUCKIN’ ROBUCK?
WHO THE HELL YOU THINK YOU ARE
BEN FUCKIN’ HUR?
WHAT’D YOU CALL ME
THERE AIN’T NO FENCE AROUND
MY ASS COWBOY
IF YOU FEEL FROGGY
WHY DON’T YOU, BY GOD, JUMP
YOU DON’T WANT NONE
OF MY GARDEN FRESH YOUNG ASS
HEY SKIPPY, YOU STEPPED ON MY CHEZMO
HEY SKIPPY, GET OUTTA MY WINDSHIELD
HEY SKIPPY, YOU REPROBATE YAHOO
HEY SKIPPY, GO BACK TO NEW JERSEY”
Deacon Lunchbox


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