A LOOK BACK AT THE YEAR 2008.

IT IS ALWAYS a pleasure to celebrate human achievement, and it is with a wistful pride that Dr. Boli looks back on a year that produced some of the great achievements of history. Most of those achievements occurred within the pages of this magazine; the rest of the world, to use a frank but appropriate colloquialism, was not exactly on a roll.

January brought us our introduction to the redoubtable Admiral Hornswoggle, whose memoirs have thrown light on a number of important events in nautical history. If nothing else had been accomplished in that month, the world would still have been a better place.

In February, we celebrated Valentine’s Day in the most appropriate fashion. Dr. Boli is pleased to report, in fact, that the valentine he offered for his readers’ use has become surprisingly popular, restoring a modicum of good taste to a holiday that frequently attracts garish sentimentality. The same month brought the foundation of the Society for the Promotion of Folly, whose influence on the course of the remainder of the year has surely not gone unnoticed.

In March, the great poet William Wordsworth made his first appearance in a comic strip. Sadly, this was also his last appearance.

April brought an exceptional privilege: the exclusive publication of a hitherto unpublished Arthurian tale entitled The Marvellous Aventure of Syr Gawayne in the Castell of Mayden Clerkes. It is reward enough for Dr. Boli’s efforts that he is occasionally able to make a material advance in literary scholarship.

It is a similar pleasure to be able to advance the cause of medicine, which Dr. Boli did with his discovery of “The Darwin Diet” in May. The tale of “The Man who Built a Rhinoceros from a Kit,” which enlivened the late days of May, has become a classic of its type. In fact, it is probably the only tale of its type.

Language differences need be no barrier to clarity in technical documentation; and for the benefit of technical writers throughout the world, Dr. Boli demonstrated the proper use of entirely visual instructions in June.

In July, Dr. Boli offered complete coverage of the Fringe Party convention, at a time when layoffs and cutbacks throughout the world of journalism had reduced the resources of the other news organizations. Meanwhile, a life on the cutting edge of scientific and literary progress had not rendered Dr. Boli immune to the siren call of nostalgia, as he demonstrated with “The Good Old Days” in July.

And speaking of nostalgia, in August Dr. Boli was able to bring his readers yet another chapter from the old Captain Pleonasm radio serial, which boys of a certain age doubtless remember fondly every time they look over their collections of Captain Pleonasm decoder mittens.

As the Large Hadron Collider occupied the attention of the world in September, Dr. Boli offered his readers a comfortingly scientific reassurance that they had nothing to fear from this impressive piece of scientific apparatus.

October brought a few useful travel tips for visitors to the Tsogivari Republic. In the same month we also learned to cook scrambled eggs.

November brought the national elections, with their discouraging results for the Fringe party. Dr. Boli himself was something of a disinterested observer, being registered as a Federalist.

December was a month of crisis in Canadian politics, which Dr. Boli helpfully explained to the four or five United States citizens who take an interest in the subject. Finally, December was the one month in which Dr. Boli felt a little bit ashamed of himself, having succumbed to the temptation to join every other magazine in offering a year-end roundup. He hopes that this minor failing will not dim the light of his other accomplishments.

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From LETTERS FROM A POET OF PARIS.

Translated from Lettres d’un poète parisien, by Udolphe de l’Ennui.

My dear L——,

Spring has come, and I feel the gentle breeze wafting through the open window. Petals flutter like pink fairy wings from the apple tree in the garden. How I hate the spring! It is worse than an abomination: it is a commonplace…

Did you imagine that I should be enchanted by your descriptions of the wines of Sauternes, which you call sweet as honey, with all the fruits of the orchard in the scent? Did you imagine that I cared for such things as honey or fruits? All sweetness is a monstrous lie; all fruit is stunningly audacious in its mendacity. Only in bitterness is there truth, because bitterness is the scent of death, and only in death is the truth of life revealed. I sup on wormwood: away with honey, and fruits, and marmalade, especially marmalade. Do not fail to send more of Mlle de V——’s excellent marmalade, so that I may despise it…

The greengrocer is pushing his cart up the street, singing happily to himself. The imbecile! What is it to me if he dances on the bridge at Avignon? I despise dancing, and I despise bridges. Nor do I care much for Avignon… The birds also are singing, and they are imbeciles as well, but they have the good sense not to dance, even on bridges…

The treacherous sun, with cowardly stealth, has inched its way across the sky again, and now floods my chamber with its rays. How it mocks me! It grows stronger little by little every day, while I must grow weaker for my art: weaker and weaker, wasting away. Already I have scarcely the life in me to get up and shut the blind… I lie on my couch, immobile, and I feel I must die; I know it. But send the marmalade anyway, in case I am wrong.

Yours in misery of soul,

Udolphe.

P.S.—Give my love to Mme L—— and all the little L——s.

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ASK DR. BOLI.

Dear Dr. Boli: How did head-hunting originate? Why heads? Why do they shrink them? —Sincerely, Curious in Cumberland.

Dear Sir or Madam: In primitive societies, where psychiatry is in its infancy, people often lose their heads, and it is only natural that, laboring under such a disability, they should seek out friends and neighbors willing to help them find what they have misplaced. It is equally natural that some of those volunteer headhunters, enthralled by the excitement of the sport, should begin to hunt heads that are not, strictly speaking, lost in the first place. A decent accumulation of heads begins to take up space, however, and only the wealthiest can afford to devote whole rooms to their burgeoning collections. Shrinking the heads allows them to be organized neatly in palm-leaf portfolios in crude woven filing cabinets. Among primitive peoples, the urge to catalogue and classify a collection is strong. Indeed, although more attention has been focused on the somewhat more sensational hobby of headhunting, the characteristic avocation of primitive tribesmen throughout the world is philately.

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NERGAL-SHAREZER THE RABMAG’S ASTROLOGICAL PROGNOSTICATIONS.

Capricorn. “The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.” The stars have been thinking about Shakespeare a lot lately and wishing you would read more of him.

Aquarius. In the past, some of your difficulties have been attributable to destiny, but this one was pretty much your fault from start to finish.

Pisces. The stars are as surprised as everybody else. They have an alibi.

Aries. Take a little responsibility for once. Go buy a self-help book or something, and leave the stars out of it.

Taurus.

He who laughs and runs away
Lives to laugh another day.

That’s pretty clever, isn’t it? The stars just thought of that one this morning while they were in the shower. Incidentally, you should probably be doing some running right about now, because there’s nothing the stars can do that will get you out of this one.

Gemini. If you try to blame the stars for this one, the stars will tell everyone who set that brush fire in old Mr. Block’s hedges back in the seventh grade.

Cancer. Oh, buck up. The stars are dealing with budget cuts, too, but you don’t hear them whining like that.

Leo. You can’t blame the stars for this one. The pull of their gravitational force is infinitesimal compared with the great sucking maw of your own stupidity.

Virgo. A tall, dark stranger with a mysterious past got you into this mess, so don’t expect the stars to get you out of it.

Libra. Read the stars’ disclaimer more thoroughly the next time. Meanwhile, the stars feel a little bit sheepish, but they admit no legal responsibility.

Scorpio. The stars have their own problems. How would you like it if they came looking to you for advice about their love lives every day?

Sagittarius. You go through life pigeonholing people in irrelevant categories and then dismissing them with a snap judgment. It’s your own fault when they turn on you, but it’s no surprise, because you Sagittarians are all alike.

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DR. BOLI’S ENCYCLOPEDIA OF MISINFORMATION.

Annual Christmas Number.

Christmas. Urban legend has it that the common pagan celebration of Christmas had its origin in an ancient Christian feast.

Christmas goose. The custom of having a goose for Christmas has fallen into disuse in the United States, mostly because geese are notoriously unappreciative and difficult to shop for.

Dickens, Charles. Dickens originally wrote the story of Ebenezer Scrooge for Oak Apple Day. It was his publisher who transferred the action to Christmas—an alteration for which Dickens never quite forgave him.

Eggnog. Because of strict FDA regulations, commercial eggnog can no longer be made with real nog.

Fairy lights. Thanks to the tireless efforts of animal-rights activists, real fairies may no longer be sold as Christmas decorations in the United Kingdom.

Mistletoe. The custom of kissing under the mistletoe never really became popular until it was modified to be a two-player game.

Santa Claus. The legendary Santa Claus who lives at the North Pole brings presents to children in the Northern Hemisphere. Children in the Southern Hemisphere are served by a commercial syndicate based in Cape Town.

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FORTHCOMING WORKS BY DR. BOLI.

Pipes, Valves, and Fittings: A Pageant for Elementary-Age Children. At once entertaining and educational, this pageant presents the properties of fluids, the methods and procedures of welding, the equations governing flange design, calculations of longitudinal stress, &c., in a manner that fires the young imagination. A prominent feature is the Nitrided Steel Song which was such a success at the Young People’s Metallurgical Congress in Weirton last July. Includes a detailed easy-to-sew pattern for the Boyle’s Law costume, along with a number of practical blocking suggestions which will be found useful by amateur directors. Sold in packs of ten copies plus Director’s Edition bound in vellum.

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