Woozle/Jenny/note/004
Jenny Note #4
This note was written Friday November 1, 1980 (Jenny's 15th birthday) and received on Monday, November 4. Commentary is incomplete.
Transcript
Nov. 1, 1980
Dear M.P.W.W.S.T.O.B.P.O.P.A.P.T.I.P.L.,
Yes you are slow, you still haven't figured out what M.O.T.C.P.S.A.O.I.G.O.W.T.T.W. means. Lessee, I once told you that Ann Simon is O.O.M.O.T.C.P.S.A.O.I.G.O.W.T.T.W.
Hmm. Should I tell him? Naw. O.K. I won't. But don't be hasty. You mean you think I should tell him? Oh go ahead.
Well I gave you a huge hint in my last letter. I want to grind this in (You are so ssslllooowww!)
I am a, Member Of The Crazy Person's Society And Other Informal Groups Of Weirdos Throughout The World. M.O.T.C.P.S.A.O.I.G.O.W.T.T.W. See? Boy don't you fell silly!
Both my parents just happened to "casually" ask if you had spent the night at Cindy's ("ha ha"). My mom said she thought that you were enjoying yourself with three girls — (I can't remember her exact words but it was something to the effect of) drooling over you. She thought it was quite amusing.
The earliest thing about you that has stuck in my memory was you dangling a banana peel in front of Matt Henry's face and saying "I am an angel of the Lord"
Does this reflect your personality?
[banana peel sketch]
Edward Gorry
[next page]
Boo.
Today feels like a Sunday. Today at noon I went to church. All Saints Day is a holy day of obligation. [squiggle]
If I tell you what number your last
- letter was will
- you
- remember
- it?
- Bye for now,
- Yennifer Yall
- M.O.T.C.P.S.A.O.I.G.O.W.T.T.W.
- P.S. Post Script?
- P.P.S. Whatever
- P.S.S. What about Naomi?
- P.P.S.S. Roll up (on) roll on up ('cause the price is down)
- P.P.P.S. This could go on all day!
Comments
Why yes -- I did at that point feel pretty stupid. I probably totally deserved it, as I don't think I realized at this point that boldly correcting people whenever you catch them in a mistake can come across as haughty and condescending (even though it was never intended that way; I was taken very much aback when I found out that this thing which I'd been pretty much taught was good and a sign of competence or something was in fact kind of hurtful). Maybe that means I didn't actually deserve it? Either way, I can understand how it might be seen as a taste of my own medicine, even if it wasn't really my medicine.
(I'm waiting on permission to discuss the "spent the night at" comments; for the record, I never spent the night at any of their houses.)
"I am an angel of the lord" was a quote from Star Trip (at 0:35), a semi-funny Star Trek parody that had recently played on the Dr. Demento Show (which I listened to without fail every Saturday night at 10 pm until WRQK abruptly stopped carrying it). Any connection to the banana skin was tenuous at best, and probably just me being randomly associative as my humor often was at that time. Jenny hadn't yet socialized me much.
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