Now, who's dead, oh editor?
The editors and staff of Voo Doo were greatly amused by Prabhat Mehta '91's description of us as "nearly defunct" in a recent issue of The Tech ["Journal of IHTFP a joyful account of MIT hacks," Oct. 5].
A large group of us discussed the matter while downing quarts of an unnamed malt beverage, laughing at the latest entries to our humor contest and painting broad pink stripes on Phos, the office cat. Many of us cheered The Tech's own unique brand of factual reporting.
However, our managing editor was not so amused. He felt that this attempted public slap at Voo Doo's good name deserved a formal response. So he rose wheezing from his wheelchair, disconnected his intravenous feeding tubes, and drafted a scathing letter to the editor.
However, when he attempted to deliver his letter to the offices of The Tech, he discovered that the lights were all out; the rotting door was hanging by a single rusty hinge; and a hot, smelly breeze moaned and echoed through the empty room, blowing sharp pieces of grit into his eye.
Unhealthy-looking mice scampered across the faded linoleum floor strewn with old pizza boxes, crumpled news articles, and slime-encrusted Toscanini's ice cream containers. Everything was covered by a thick layer of cobwebs and dust.
The student center custodian soon appeared, pushing a broom. "I wouldn't go into The Tech office if I were you, son. It could be dangerous. I don't want to scare you, but those guys are . . . `nearly defunct!' "
Our managing editor turned and fled for his life.
Jim Bredt '76->
(Prabhat Mehta replies: Well Mr. Bredt '76, it is quite obvious that I had erred in my preliminary assessment of Voo Doo's condition. After all, only a large, active staff could come up with great ideas like "Batmon: The Killing Toke.")