For most of my life, I've been accused of being too serious. Accused that I have a sense of humor so dry it could make New Orleans arid. Told that, in fact, I'm not funny at all.
Every so often, I see truth in these assertions--especially when Dr. and Mrs. Eek get fan mail:
Hi Folks!
What a neat web site you have! I just knew there were some not-so-straight-
laced-bible-belters who lived among us here in the valley. And I've lived
here most of my life and didn't know about the coal gasification plant!
I live down at Prairie Creek. I'd love to meet you both sometime.
Anyway, kudos on the web site,
(Name Omitted to Protect the Sarcasm-Challenged)
I mean, it's 2001. Doesn't everyone have a highly developed sense of irony by now?
