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FAQ #29
Question: Do you have
any other Martian artifacts that you could share with us? Is there anything in
your possession which would indisputably prove the reality of the Martian visitation
to Centerboro?
Answer: Well, I did have to do some rummaging about in my attic
to find this item dating back to 1955. It was one of the few things the government
(?) did not confiscate from my home when they violated my privacy to clean me
out of Martian memorabilia.
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I believe this to be a plaque
or trophy the Martians commissioned to commemorate the May 28, 1955, baseball
game between their team and the Tushvillers. My guess is that it was meant to
be some
kind of commendation for a game well-played by the losing Tushville team, but
the translation of the inscription has been lost, if indeed it ever existed at
all. For all I know, it might mean "Bite my exoskeleton." There is simply no Rosetta
Stone to help us decipher Martian writing other than the Martian handwriting samples
I collected, and they simply do not provide enough information to facilitate translations.
Also, it appears that the characters on the plaque are of a style quite different
from that displayed in Martian handwriting, which makes translation even more
difficult, although I suspect that the bottom line which resembles some kind of
numerical sequence may possibly be a date.
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I also notice an astonishing
similarity between the characters on the plaque and those on the Rhind Papyrus
(a small portion of which you see above) upon which Ahmes, an Egyptian scribe,
presents his formulation for the value of pi around 1650 BCE Is there any
significance to this similarity? Got me! I came into possession of the plaque
at a jumble sale at the Tushville First Presbyterian Church many years ago, but
I have no idea how it wound up there. In my investigations, I learned that the
inscription had been done in the jewelry department of the Busy Bee, but that's
about all I've been able to find out.
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Question: What have
you yet to accomplish in your life?
Answer: Here is a chart of some of my more pressing objectives for the
next few years, assuming, of course, that I will be around long enough to meet
them all and that I will not find better things to do in the meantime.
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Target Dates
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My Personal
Goals
( = "Goal Met or Exceeded" )
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1/1/01
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To demonstrate maximum body-mind health for a man my age by having reached a body
mass index of 22 through vigorous exercise at the Centerboro Athletic Club and
having memorized the Vice-presidents of the United States in chronological order
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To repair the gouges made in my roof by the collapse of my discone, omnidirectional
antenna
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To successfully market
my new and improved double-strength telepathy skullcaps to those who wish
to commune with Martians
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6/30/01
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To master the art of clipping Chloe's toenails so as to avoid further $20.00 vet
charges
- To win my lawsuit against
the felon to whom I inadvertently sold a genuine Honus Wagner baseball
card for a mere $10.00 at my Spring 2000 Internet Yardsale
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10/31/01
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- To track down the Studebaker
stolen (yes, stolen!) from me by Herb Garble and to prosecute Herb to the
fullest extent of the law
- To discover the identity
of "E.T." who has been pestering me for some time now and obtain a restraining
order against her and her unsolicited and unwanted advances, especially the suggestive
photographs which arrive at least two or three times a week via e-mail, much to
Mrs. Underdunk's consternation (and mine, too, of course)
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To treat the nice Mormons and Jehovah Witnesses who visit me to a nice cup of
tea and a couple of pleasant hours chatting about the Martians and the Great Crustaceanoid
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1/1/02
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- To convince Mrs. Underdunk
that we ought to get married for economic reasons, since she evidently does not
believe in romance at our ages
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To replace my wooden picket fence with an electrified job capable of administering
mild shocks to neighborhood children and other intruding animal pests
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To have nurtured my new Sea Monkey ® colony to the size of the one that the
CHS science department murdered through neglect during my last abduction by Martians
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6/30/02
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- To perfect and receive
a patent on the "EHA Industries Mostly Painless Nasal and Ear Hair Removal System"
- To finally have delivered
the Centerboro High School commencement address
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To force my HMO to pay in full for a complete body CAT scan and the
subsequent removal of any Martian implants that may be found
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10/31/02
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To secure the return of my diary and journal for the year 1955 from Harvard University
or whatever group or institution (e.g., the FBI or the CIA) now possesses them
despite my repeated requests that they be returned
- To appear on a national
early morning talk show--for example, Good Morning, America--and be interviewed
by an attractive female hostess about my position on the Freddy series
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To sell off the remaining lots of authentic Martian-shucked peanuts
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To have sent an agent to the Friends of Freddy 2002 convention and to have determined
the exact relationship between the FoF, the Masons, and the Illuminati
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1/1/03
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- To receive from the Friends
of Freddy their coveted Lifetime Achievement Award (if it exists) and a new computer
system (including a decent scanner) which I will need by then to finish my Mr.
Eha's Place project
- To complete a contract
with Overlook Press for the republication of my first book, My True Story:
The Centerboro Flying Saucer
- To return to James "Jinx"
Bean the sulphide lion marble which I have uneasily possessed for many years after
having won it from him on a questionable call in a game of Dead-Eye--that is,
if he is still alive
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6/30/03
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- To determine the exact
whereabouts of Frederick Bean (wretched son of the late William and Martha Bean)
so I may pay him a visit
- With the very same frying
pan that was applied to my head by Frederick and his friends, exact my vengeance
upon said Frederick should his whereabouts become known to me
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10/31/03
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- To make it to 83 having
endured no further abductions by Martians, medication overdoses, serious operations,
mental impairment, or substantial loss of fortune
- To play a final accordion
concert at the Kennedy Center before my creaking joints preclude the possibility
- To finish reading Á
la Recherche du Temps Perdu
- To publish the last of
the Mr. Eha's Place material and begin my new Internet project, the details
of which cannot be revealed at this time owing to sensitive interplanetary considerations
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Question: Are you sure
you won't have a custom-designed Christmas card this year for those of us on your
mailing list? We really enjoyed the Martian Rat-Santas last year.
Answer: Quite sure. However, I am including below a Christmas card
for anyone who cares to get one from me. This will prove to be economical for
me and will just have to do for those who expect cards and whose noses get out
of joint when they do not receive them. I have chosen this particular card
because some of my readership have remarked that I bear a resemblance, both physical
and temperamental, to Mr. Phineas T. Bluster. Some FoFers will therefore, no doubt,
see my choice of cards as yet one more manifestation of my alleged egotism, but
I think otherwise. My choice merely reflects my preference for things from the
Golden Age of America, long defunct and sadly replaced by shabby and idiotic post-modernist
things and ideas. And furthermore, if you have assiduously studied the information
on this site's homepage, you realize that I couldn't possibly possess
an ego to begin with.
Question: Was there
actually a duckpond at the Bean farm? If so, how big was it? Did the Beans actually
have ducks, pond or no?
Answer: Yes, there was a duckpond. It was pretty large (I'd estimate about
half an acre, if memory serves), and the Beans did indeed raise ducks. Here's
a photograph from a Bean album of the pond you hear so much about in the Freddy
series. Were this a panoramic view, you'd see the Bean farmyard on the right and
the Bean woods on the left, this being a shot looking east toward one of their
pastures. Those white objects are domestic ducks, most of which wound up on the
Bean dinner table or, freshly plucked, at the farmers' market down near the county
fairgrounds on Saturdays. The Beans also sold duck eggs, which are very
tasty--much richer in flavor than chicken eggs and much more palatable than goose
or turkey eggs--and not very obtainable today, unless, of course, you should be
so lucky as to have a farmers' market nearby.
Short Answers to Infrequently
Asked Questions
There are so few at this time
that I will wait to gather a few more and publish them all in FAQ #30.
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