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The Doclopedia #1,250

The Alphabet: G is for…

Gary and the Goats…premiered in September of 1975 as part of the National Broadcasting Company’s (NBC) “Comedy Tuesday” lineup. It came on at 8:30 pm, right after “Just Two Guys”.

The premise of this half hour show was that Gary Duffman (played by Gary Crosby) shared his suburban home with four goats that were actually aliens from the planet Gorton. Since the goats could only communicate with Gary via telepathy, nobody else would believe they were aliens. Between the goats, Gary’s goofy best friend Ed and the ever suspicious Mr. & Mrs. Sullivan next door, hilarity often ensued.

In fact, hilarity ensued enough that the show ran for three years, 90 episodes. It was also one of the few shows of it’s time that had a definite ending, with the goats going home to Gorton and Gary marrying his long suffering fiancee, Patty.

The Doclopedia #1,251

The Alphabet: G is for…

Gimzelfwan…also known as Gimzelfwan the Wanderer, was a Wizard of the 11th Level during the Three Centuries of Peace. A restless soul by nature, he seldom stayed in any one place for more than a year and would often vanish into the wilderlands for a decade or two, only to pop up later with tales of his travels and adventures.

Doing so much gallivanting around meant that Gimzelfwan found may strange magical artifacts, mostly from the Imperial Era, but sometimes from the Era of Living Gods. He also uncovered much new magical and historical information. He was most warmly welcomed by Wizards and Scholars alike when he would enter a city.

At the ripe old age of 333 years old, Gimzelfwan departed from the city of Hradofar with the intention of exploring the Forests of Xoon and areas east of Mount Tandovar. He was never seen again.

Beware Of Buttsnakes!

…they will bite your hiney

Stuff…Posed Just The Way You Like It

1: In my Dundracon reportage, I failed to mention the Buyer’s Baazar (aka Flea Market). That would be because, by and large, it sucked. It only ran on Saturday (because in recent years the Sunday sessions were drying up fast), it closed doors 2 hours early and the room never once filled up with sellers. I saw nothing I wanted to buy and that’s a first for me. I hope things improve next year.

2: I’ve never talked about this, but Dundracon always falls on or very near the anniversary of my dad’s death back in 1984. Altho I didn’t start regularly attending the con until 1988, it has had a healing effect. Most years, I completely forget about what day it is…which has long since ceased to make me feel any guilt (not that feeling guilt is something I do much anyway). Old Wild Bill would have liked that, himself not being very big on guilt or annual celebrations of dead people.

3: I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO tempted to go out and work in the garden, but I have long since learned that this is the time of year when Old Dame Weather just loves to fuck with gardeners and their labors. I shall wait a few more weeks.

4: Heroes was pretty good last night. The long anticipated death (and the murderer) were a surprise. Stan Lee’s cameo was funny and the setup for next weeks episode set the hook nicely in fannish jaws.

5: Bought and drank some goat milk yesterday. Grace and I both agreed that it was almost impossible to tell from cow’s milk. That having been determined, I’m thinking we’ll be adding a milk goat or two to the livestock list when we move out to the country (or as my more urbanly addicted friends call it “run off into the woods”) in a few years.

The girls are giving me that “Yo, Dad, it’s walkies time” look, so I’m outta here. More blogzilla later.