Saturday, May 05, 2007

Happy Birthday Cousin Geoffrey!

Glad to see your book is back in print.
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3 comments:

  1. Anonymous2:06 PM

    Geoffrey-the man the legend..
    Be afraid---be very afraid!
    Here's to you Senor 40 year old!
    And remember-always wash your hands before eating and above all don't eat Polish Food on Roncesvalles St...!!

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  2. Anonymous11:55 PM

    Discipline is key - Indeed! - from sanitary routines to knowing where and what to eat, and everyone should now that - HAS TO know that! The times ahead will be dark and grim - possibly the worst years of our lives - and we need to be prepared for the arrival of the "Great Cosmic Green Weenie" that will save us all from the microwave dust particles!

    Next year, I plan to come out with a collection of essays (co-written with John Cougar Mellencamp) entitled, "I could always go to Albequerque, but why bother?" ... That is, if we're all still around.

    Word!

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  3. Anonymous11:32 PM

    I've been looking for this book on Amazon and Ex Libris for almost a year now and still haven't been able to find it. I remember meeting Geoff Corbet (or, as he said I should address him: "dude") in a pool hall in Acton, Ontario, one wintery night. It was there, over several Tom Collinses and zezty cheese puffs that he outlined his philosophy. "Bub," he said, "you either have the bolts to knock boots with the big-boys or you have to wallow with the wanna-bes in the drip-dry section." I still wonder at his words but at the time they struck me as echoing the wisdom of the cosmos. "Do as your heart..." his voice trailed off as he trolled after his lemon. "Ralph Kramden and the Frankly Not Bothereds never rung a bell at your hour of need. They all had the hooting of the noon but none dared parp at your door. You were waiting and whining when Pluto, not Plato, came to explain the rain. It bites."
    I knew then what I know now: discipline is key! His words rung true that night and every night since. He was my kind of chubby.
    After happy hour, he meandered out of the bar and into my car.
    You're a dog, Illuminati, and a stain upon this clean town. If I ever find him, I'll remove his testicles with a plastic fork!

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