INCITER OF IMPROVISATION, plays a puissant prank on us at the start-- this mischief-mongering being stealthily surreptitiously subtracting 20 minutes of playtime, causing us to start the show twenty minutes late... So, the result was that last week's show plays here, plays right up to 21:48, before this week's true episode commences. And how fortunate that we are visited then, first by KrOB and then by Mr. David Normal, back from yet another trip into mysterious regions of the unknown East. These are top-notch guests; with their assistance we actually do better than usual. Not a flopperoo, not a bit. How about that? Thus, we fit the paradigm once again of being in an apparent deadly dive toward Earth and a fiery, fatal crash-- only to pull up somehow at the very last possible moment and fly on. This, we find, is in our own case a fractal pattern that repeats indefinitely. Until it won't someday, and we Come to the Ultimate Terminal, where Everything's Final and Nothing is Germinal. Also from our reticule: Dr. H. Owll's address to the assembled Pagans at the Starwood festival a few years back-- the topic: "Deflecting the Conspiracy." This is the sort of sermon the Church of the SubGenius mandates and encourages, one that we have in our repertoire. So we find that in the end that slippery Imp has not derailed us after all with his wiles (See Alexis-Vincent Berbiguier, "Les Farfadets" [On The Imps], 1764, 3 Vols.; 1200 pp.).