Friday, April 29, 2005

Note from Alfred

Dear Writer Comrades, Curious Visitors, Loitering Jackals,
Commissioner Gordon, Friends,

She Who Plainly Doesn't Pay Me Enough has sent me to make her excuses. Again.

It seems that Madam has once again ensconced herself in the central command center. Doors have been bolted, computers networked, voice recognition engaged, weapons readied, the Hubble realigned, threats issued, the usual nonsense. The media has been alerted and SWAT remains on standby.

All this, to write. One must be grateful her career path did not take a turn toward something more immediate, such as platoon manuevering or rocket launching.

The final words which Madam uttered before she decamped were rather cryptic; something about Phillip the Fair, DNA resequencing, William de Nogaret, and Cheshire. Make what you will of it. I have relocated to the kitchen, where I can provide sympathy for her life partner, nourishment for her children, and concealment of the carbon steel knives.

I expect my employer will return on Monday, once creative calamity returns to mere chaos, or her supply of green tea runs out, whichever comes first.

Yours Faithfully,


  1. Can I borrow Alfred for awhile????

  2. Anonymous7:56 AM

    Forget borrow. I'd pay for Alfred

  3. If he baby-sits I'll pay him double and let him wear my lingerie.

  4. Anonymous11:30 AM

    I wonder if Alfred lost the keys to the Bat Cave in lyvvie's lingerie. Should we send out a search party?

  5. Alfed? Have you inadequately contained the carbon steel knives?

    A search party for somebody is becoming a definite possibility.

  6. Anonymous12:25 PM

    Maybe we should send out Batgirl. ;)

  7. Anonymous10:51 PM

    The tea has to run out soon, right? Hope the creative calamity concludes as well...

  8. Anonymous11:08 AM

    Now that I think about it, maybe we should call in the Hsktsk. It's getting to be time for pulling out the big guns. ;) I hope everything's going OK, Sheila.


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