THE MOST INTERESTING MAN/WOMAN IN THE WORLD (issue 42)
- [Hey, once again it's Positivity Wednesday, and how fitting would it be now
to honor The Dude (one of 'em at least) Who Makes It All Happen? I'm
talking about our number one listeruvian: Dave Combs, who was especially
nominated by Alan Geraldi and John Nevels--who also nominated his "Birthday
Daemon" as well, whose "bone" I would now like to pick. I mean, what the
heck is a "daemon" anyway? And how can I get that damned phantasm to STOP
remembering my freaking nativity? The Limericker household, along with (I
suspect) The Grinch, no longer wishes to celebrate the Second of March.
[Neither do I know if Dave keeps a "blog," but most of what we do know is
cyber-printed--every single day of the year--right here...
... an automatically-generated note from the ULTRA Birthday Daemon ... and
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...which apparently nobody reads, judging from all the "please remove me"
requests the rest of us always see on "ultra@listserv" instead of
He (or his cybertronic robot) manages to remember every single one of over
three thousand birthdays--for the entire diverse membership of a completely
free listserv that he (and a very few others) created one fine day out of
the thin non-air of cyberspace.
His creation now spans the globe--this one as well as several thousand other
whirleds all whizzing around those phantastic galaxies--and reaches even the
furthermost recesses of an awful lot of wacky minds.
He sniffs not, he judges not, he allows equal effluvial flowage to flush
from every place of privacy, and then splatters it all across the
unsuspecting monitors of every computer, iPad, and iPhone in the universe.
He personally has also been known to help out at other uninhabited places in
the universe--like the barren wasteland of Arid-zona. He volunteers to
count all the strange creatures (and their laps and possibly other
bodyparts) that pass through his space during such timed ultra events.
Sometimes--for those very rare and talented creatures--he's even counted
well over 300! His computational and mathematical skills are far beyond
human comprehension, so he never usually bothers to explain them.
He has a perfect rapport, though, with all the cyborgs, androids, R2D2's,
and C3PO's that hang around those backlots where most of the world's shaky
handheld YouTube videos are shot.
He may not have Hollywood aspirations, but top producers and directors
always consult with him first--before attempting anything as risky as
His "rules" for the listserv are sacrosanct, and he wields justice like
Thor's sledgehammer. In the past, eight out of nine Supreme Court justices
have been known to seek his counsel before ruling on some of the toughest
cases of jurisprudence in the United States. His advice is always taken,
and his opinions are sometimes plagiarized by the majority of those very
Although he lives on the West Coast, he has been known--with only a few
keystrokes--to fix computers at Dartmouth, which is on the East Coast.
And on top of all this, he used to be a terrific ultrarunner himself.
He is THE MOST INTERESTING MAN IN THE WORLD.
"I don't always tweak the settings of cyberspace; but when I do, I prefer
that you reboot before taking effect. Stay with the iPads in your boots, my
( 00 )
See (and hear) some originals:
[and thanks to UltraJohn Price--who is now doing a "solo run" across the
entire country--for supplying this in place of that former long and
["your friendly neighborly 800-year-old lute-plucking song-and-dance man
Yankee Folly of the Day:
It isn't very well known, but our Dave is a cancer survivor. And that, all
by itself, deserves the status of Yankee Admiration--NOT "folly." So today,
yes, we Yankees as well as the Rebels all admire Mr. Combs. Rock on, man!
And your damn "Daemon" too!!