Isn't it great how we have all these new

Isn't it great how we have all these new people playing with us on FoldingStory? I'm just a'clappin' my hands & singing hallelujah! But I wonder if they'll stay when they find out

what a drain all the fame can be. I can't even go to the store anymore without some random "Look! It's the guy that just folded about insurance!" The public scrutiny for FS authors

is nil. Folding is like living in a Mars capsule without all the buttons to push - especially when you realise all the other folders only live in your head & you've gone mad. Conve

niently. I already knew I was mad. I pushed only one button. The escape pod! It landed me safely in Toledo where only the old people could see me & only a disembodied bowl of jello

would do for my lunch. But try as I might, the old people were too deaf to understand what I was requesting. They gave me disassembled poles of yellow, old potties of moldy fellows

Who had eaten too much turkey last Thanksgiving. I requested fresh turkey and got a live turkey. Where to put it? I put it in the shower until I could kill it for food. "Roadkill?"

inquired the waitress, subtly tilting the silver platter she carried so I could see squirrels in various postures, their flattened pelts bearing tread marks. "Got a Michelin?" I

asked? "Today's special is either a Coyote or a large gopher (we're not sure which) run over by an 18-wheeler with 17in Z tread." "That's perfect, sugar." Her Michelin man costume

had done the trick. If she had listening to Karen she would have thrown it away long ago. "Why do you want to keep some strange furry's tire fetish costume around anyway. The Stink