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First Day Issue: PizzaQ
Copyright (c) 2010 by Robert B. Merkin, All Rights Reserved
Goodness, I like this stamp. And the Gizmo.
The image of the Gizmo arrived this morning, unbidden and unexpected, from whom, what or where I ain't saying. This is one of those obscure, neglected Spigots of Cyberspace to which I have chosen to maintain a connection.
But this particular Spigot got some Stuff.
As regular readers, and my neighbors in the Shoe Mirrors neighborhood of Ciudad Vleeptron, know, I have an unhealthy intimacy with Machines.
In Regular Porn, younger & more recent is better.
In Gizmo Porn, older is not just better, it is wildly exciting, heart-poundingly thrilling.
If the Gizmo is more than 50 years old, spittle drips from the corner of my mouth. If the Gizmo went extinct centuries ago, and all that remain are sketches and prose descriptions, I have to take my heart medicine.
I don't want to have sex with these machines.
I just want them to move in with me, to live with me, in a corner of my office. So I can Gaze & Gawk at the Wonderful Old Machine.
If it needs occasional dusting or lubrication, if it needs a new vacuum tube (valve -- now they all come from Russia and China), if it needs a new power cord to satisfy code requirements fresher than 1910, I am happy to attend to the Gizmo's needs.
I give the Old Gizmo a wonderful new home, I rescue it from the Transfer Station or the Tag Sale of Ignorance & Doom, and it is safe for the next few decades. Safe, adored, polished, worshipped, soft little lullabyes sung to it.
On special holidays, I plug it in or turn its crank, and the Gizmo makes its Lost, Vanished Magic just for me.
So let's get to it.
What Is It?
(Be pretty specific. No Pizza for evasive, vague answers.)
1 Large white ranch Pizza
with pesto, shallots, shitake mushrooms
EXTRA CREDIT (4 more slices)
Affix a birth year to it, +/- 5 years.