oz@rlgvax.UUCP (THE GREAT AND POWERFUL OZ) (07/04/84)
I suppose it was inevitable that the people at the office would at some point discover my "affliction." Lord knows I tried to keep it a secret. I made a special point of never reading the comics in the newspaper (and with three pages of comics in the WASHINGTON POST that isn't easy). I was always careful never to use the words "Super," "MARVELous," "Null said," or the give away line "You may think you had me, but you didn't count on my _________ ability." I did at one point say to a customer "Wrong alpo nose" but that line came from T.V. so it was not suspect. Yet after all this planning, somehow the people in the office found out. I think it may have something to do with the disgusting display I put on when I finally recieved the long awaited CEREBUS #3 that I needed to complete my collection. I ran into the Director of Federal Operations office with #3 firmly in hand saying: "Look, now my collection about the 'killer who looks like a bunny' is complete!" His response was to send me home with instructions to drink some warm milk. Several comic deliveries at the office (and a stuffed Cerebus from my brother, Broome) later, they are used to it, and are willing to put up with it. My boss explains it by saying what a great 'investment' they are. Everyone else in the office is to busy marveling (damn, one of "those" words) at the toys on my desk to worry about my comics. Thank G-d for my three piece suits or I would REALLY be in trouble. Trying to look respectable, OZ seismo!rlgvax!oz