Thursday, 12 July 2012

JUL 12, 12 .. Gullible here .. BY Gullible ..

This is Cap's friend Gullible speaking writing.  Cap left me a phone message a few days ago, requesting that I go on his blog and explain why he hasn't posted anything lately.  I've been trying to remember the password to access this site and bring you his message.  That took several days, then I finally came across where I'd written it down many, many months ago.  Unlike Cap, who just loses Bobbsies, I lose scraps of paper with incredible and annoying frequency.

So much time has passed since his initial request, by now I really can't remember the specific wording he wanted me to use, so I'll make up something.

Cap has been sucked into the black hole of Manley Hot Springs, where neither blog nor e-mail connections are known to exist.  In fact, it has been said that in Manley, "Internet" refers to having caught a salmon "in ter net."

Well, as I said, those weren't his exact words, but you get the idea.  No one knows when his personal technology crisis will abate.  Just keep checking in here.  Leave a message of condolences and/or  well-wishes.

Someday, someone, somewhere might turn on their Wi-Fi when Cap's in the vicinity and he can thereupon hitch a ride to the stars Internet.


Gullible relaying Cap's message.  Sorta.  (hee-hee)

 Really, he must be more careful about giving out his password, wouldn't you think?


  1. Okay, Cap. Here's your message. Sorry now?


  2. Oh, Bobba, where art thou?
    In the wilderness of no-tech.
    Oh, Bobba, come back somehow
    We miss you. Darn! and Heck!

    Gullible's Yosemite tales
    are a wonderful substitute
    but weighed on happiness scales
    when you're both here, I go "woot!"

  3. Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! We can really mess with him now.


  4. ....... "...aaand She's OFF!" (said in the voice of those Kentucky Derby announcers)