We don’t know who he (or she) is, but he’s earned the moniker “Mad Faxer” around the Houston Press offices. Over the last two years, he has sent the editorial staff hand-drawn cartoons (a fish eating hippopotamus turds), possible tips (“Ask Ron J. Where is the cave?”), poems riddled with four-letter words and dictionary definitions of “heterosexual.” The sly one sends us these tidbits from various Kinko’s fax machines so we can’t track him down. We keep the faxes because they are sometimes good for a laugh and — who knows? — they might become evidence someday. Here is an example from the Mad Faxer’s oeuvre:
Bro-mo-Bibbit is at it again
(slaw too)
Dear Mrs. Bibbit
Your double-talk is not God
Disconnect hidden power source
and remote control thermostat
I am an island
My rights are absolute
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This article appears in Sep 20-26, 2001.