one time i had a dream that a group of scholars contacted me regarding my uncle cuthred's theories on bablyonian archaeology. they wanted to know his opinion on a certain controversy that was in all of the newspapers.
i wrote back to them that uncle cuthred had been dead for quite some time. they said they would come over and check out his writings. in fact, he was well dead before i was born. i had inherited his books and papers, but they were fairly disorganized. the scholars told me that i needed to catalogue them in an orderly manner and arrange them in a coherent fashion before they could be studied. they seemed to loose interest when i told them they were in old wooden whiskey boxes in no particular order.
they told me i hadn't done a very good job of arranging them, and that i would never make it as an archivist or an archaeologist. i told them i mix mustard. they said that explains it. they called me an ignorant craftsman.
my pet fish bubbles was going to lay some working class theory on them from his cult when they announced that they were leaving. they suggested that i get cuthred's papers in order soon.
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