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Dr. Zork is the name by which I am known. I am writing to you not about the jazz music that I so admire, but about the fictional animator who is making some characters.

He did animate yesterday. He had nearly a whole day of either working on the computer, drawing on the light table, or waiting while his computer rendered out some of the work. He revisited the set of the house of the dead, and some of his dead characters who inhabited that house earlier, in the second section of his movie.

He set small movement keyframes to wiggle them around in their corner. That is his shorthand for restless. So restless that they would not mind being treated as commodities that could be shot at by gun owners.

He made a simple frame of X's and $'s to move around his character Botulism. He moved an elevator of dead people up the office building, where various characters inhabited their square office spaces. He put things together in his video editing computer.

But now a new busy work week has begun, and his time for animation will grow shorter. It will be a few days before he will be able to whip thru nearly a page of script, nearly a minute of completed animation on the video timeline.

Enough talk of animation. Now it is time for the Pome of the Day.

steak attacking
with a knife
desire cow
to take for wife

suicide french fry
look for blood
molotov cocktail
not be dud

burger clutches
dirty bomb
it go off
some bun get warm

piece of cheese
she hesitate
she scream loud
after a wait

Written in sincerity and with fingers,
Dr. Hubert Zork