Road Trip (Part 1 by Gumby)
Please don’t just rush out I-10 as soon as you read this.
Please don’t just rush out I-10 as soon as you read this.
[Ed: In which Gumby reveals his age.] This morning I woke up with both arms pointed at the ceiling. What does it mean? I stole this from a list of musicians people today (2013) wish would just go away.
Are you confused? Do you wish for simpler times? Me too! Or I did until I rediscovered this state-of-our-planet description on the back of a folk music album from 1968: We live in “a world so wrought and chained with meaningless ideas that its dreams are merely pastel colored nightmares.” Can I get that in…
Gumby here. If you want to see for yourself which of us is really the “professor,” just tiptoe up to my editor and whisper into his ear: “George Eliot in a briefcase.” [Ed: Yaaaahhhhhhhhhh!…] I’m just Gumby. I’m an inanimate Jello-horse. Which is why I’m not even sure if you put the period inside the quotation marks. [Ed:…
Like everything else on this Blog the purpose is to help readers make a profit. This is being said quite seriously. Really. There is no collegiate, smart-ass irony at work here. Our task is to help you become a millionaire!
[Editor’s note: This is Professor Gumby’s first blog post, ever. It’s somewhat thoughtful and well-organized, as if he’s been taking too many of his own creative writing courses. For a glimpse of the real Gumby, consider what he wrote to me behind the scenes: “Now I just have to get a pet and check out this whole…