Oct 07
Good Show Sir Comments: I’ve spent days creating this DNA model for the Scientific convention of abominations. To the conference centre Bill! Come on now, hurry… no complaining!
Published 1987
Many thanks to Chris M for sending this in!
October 7th, 2015 at 10:45 am
The week hippy Gilbert Harding took over What’s My Line? – and won.
October 7th, 2015 at 11:13 am
“Mom, that fat guy’s stool is looking at me…”
October 7th, 2015 at 12:08 pm
Lesson #885 in why you should never insert yourself into your fiction: the fiasco of Arthur Sullivan’s opera When My Milking Stool Came to Life.
October 7th, 2015 at 12:11 pm
According to the author, most of his fans consist of “males with military and technical backgrounds,” while he likewise claimed his detractors consist of “feminists, liberals, and homosexuals.” Frankowski admitted that anyone who self-identifies with the latter categories would be unlikely to enjoy his fiction.
The tragedy, of course, is that I’m a feminist liberal homosexual male with a military and technical background. I haven’t a clue how I should feel about this book.
October 7th, 2015 at 2:17 pm
Was thinking about having pancakes for breakfast, but suddenly I’ve lost my appetite.
October 7th, 2015 at 2:21 pm
Captain Kangaroo on mushrooms.
October 7th, 2015 at 2:29 pm
The Tree House of Dr. Moreau?
October 7th, 2015 at 4:13 pm
One of those swans has got the wrong idea about his hair. This could turn ugly, AS IF IT ALREADY HADN’T.
October 7th, 2015 at 5:15 pm
I wonder if that genetic code model he’s holding is supposed to be of that walking stool? It would explain a lot.
On a side note, I’ve just discovered something I kinda wish I hadn’t seen this morning. LIVING ALIEN WALKING STOOLS WITH EYES ON STALKS SHOULD NOT EXIST. However, I expect that this cover art does justice to the quality, or rather lack thereof, of this book.
October 7th, 2015 at 5:33 pm
Hmm, nothing too weird here. I’ve seen worse steeds, the swans are okay, large mustachioed man isn’t too offensive and OH MY GOD IS HE WEARING WHITE TUBE SOCKS?!?!
October 7th, 2015 at 7:35 pm
You don’t want to know where the stool’s seventh eye is. (Hint–the sixth is looking at it.)
October 8th, 2015 at 8:59 am
@DSWBT: If you look its at the right arm and the expression on its “face”, you’ll notice it’s about to raise a finger and point this out.
October 8th, 2015 at 9:49 am
I am the Walrus, goo goo g’joob.
October 8th, 2015 at 4:49 pm
In Donald Trump’s America ™, in place of pointy-headed intellectuals and ivory towers, universities will have wax toupees and…whatever…that…thing…is.
October 8th, 2015 at 11:11 pm
“Excuse me, but last time I checked I was part of a Hieronymous Bosch painting. Not quite sure how I got here, with this tube-socked abomination astride my stalky back. This guy would’ve freaked even Bosch out.”
October 8th, 2015 at 11:49 pm
Checking for anagrams in the author’s name, I found WANKER OAF KILOS, which seems appropriate given the cover image, and so I’m sharing this with my fellow ANORAK WISE FOLK here at Good Show Sir. I also found KARAOKE INFLOWS, but can’t think of a good gag for that, so I guess that makes me an ANSWER FAIL KOOK.
October 9th, 2015 at 12:18 pm
Teddy Roosevelt has put on weight and become the saucer-shaped man’s burden.
October 9th, 2015 at 2:33 pm
So bascially the blurb is saying that something is for free AND isn’t for free.
That’s so heavy, man… so deep…
…so dumb.
October 10th, 2015 at 6:29 pm
“Behold! I’ve made a three-dimensional schematic of my hemhorroid!”
December 11th, 2016 at 4:34 am
Over a year late (I’m working my way backward through the archives), but the Wiki article DSWBT links to also says his last novel was “rejected for bad writing” — by BAEN!
The mind boggles.