She says..............

Typist

A girl, former typewriter operator now authoring on the silent keyboard, writes that she remembers back to the early days of our mutual residency in the Waukesha sewer raccoon district - we're still here - when she could hear our clacking, mechanical, be-ribboned typewriter pounding out the YIBAWEAN newsletter, a forerunner of today's blogs.

Hearing that foggy, from-the-mists-of-history recollection corroborates that it really happened. Unconsigned to the internet, the hairless hoarse voice was manually typed and archived, in the basement, below grade, just like the sewer raccoons themselves, who sometimes, like YIBAWE!, come up for air.

Incidentally, speaking of air:

The raccoons I've talked to lately say they would willingly plumb the fetid arteries of the San Francisco sewage system; would send a group of young coons on a cross-country mission trip to stand at the side of the dark flowing Styxian streams armed with furious-working paddles, to urgently help move "things" toward their ultimate conclusion; their END, at the newly renamed George W. Bush sewage plant.

http://sfist.com/2008/06/23/george_w_bush_sewage_plant_momentum.php