Enrest Lemmoin invented the Cogwell Machine in his second wife's sewing room on a cold January morning this very day, February 5, 2009, in 1859. While English by birth, he was British in temperament, & lived his entire life in the small village just outside the hamlet located due east of the growing suburb south of Baltimore, Maryland. Not far enough south, though, as his village was either in the United States or in the United States Virgin Islands. Not even a hastily modified land-bridge could help the hapless atlas markers.
Enrest showed a propensity for proposals are a pretentious age. Ever full of ideas, young Enrie (as he wasn't called by virtually everyone who knew him) stuck his button-up nose into imaginary arguments between peddler & pedant, cop & choreographer, shopkeep & shut-in, artist's model & model citizen. His "solutions" (as he called them, making the quotes with his fingers) were more often than not embraced by the disputers, if only to make Lemmoin go away. His self-esteem thus enhanced, Enrie lived to butt in another day. & another day. & another day.
Graduated from a tiny arts college located in the storeroom of West Point in 1844, Lemmoin immediately enlisted in the Peace Corps, one hundred & twenty years before its invention. Having no government sponsorship, his ill-conceived plan to work in a small village in central Africa turned disastrous, but since Lemmoin barely made it out alive & swore never to speak of it again, we shan't either, except to say that it was not there, as previously imagined, that Enrest acquired his taste for human flesh. That would happen when he became friends Stephen F. Douglas.
Still spry & nimble though possessed of a crushing ego, Lemmoin took to inventing in the inventive 1850s. That decade saw the invention of the baseball bracket, the curlicue curtain, the car stereo (though not just recognized as such), the Society For Creative Anachronism, grape jelly on a stick, malaria (not considered a great invention), dental dams, fast-acting baby oil, & that picture of a heart with an arrow through it, among others. Lemmoin jumped into the market with both pants down, & found employment at Hooper's Inventions, Unlimited.
Old Man Hooper (whose really name was Young Man Hooper) ran a tight ship, although he allowed the famously seasick Lemmoin to work in his Manhattan office. Lemmoin was essential in the invention of such common household items as the stapler, the common house string roll, & refrigerator magnets, but he dreamt bigger, his dreams aided by the enormous amount of opium he smoked, & the enormous amount of gin given to all the employees of Hooper's Inventions, Unlimited. He'd return home every night with ideas cracking through the back of his head - although later, he'd admit it might just be blood.
The Cogwell Machine was patented just before the Civil War got all whiny. Demand at first was scarce, but as Americans (in rebellion & not) learned about the wonders of this modern labor-saving device, it was reduced to nothing. Even Abraham Lincoln mentioning that he had one in White House during his annual weekly radio address failed to help the product, mainly because he was out of town that week, so David Brenner did the address. The failure of the Cogwell Machine drove Enrest Lemmoin to the brink of despair, & then over that brink, into the sad pool of blood & bones called suicide.
Lemmoin died unhappy, leaving behind his three wives, nineteen children, kin in central Africa, & the fortune he made inventing refrigerator magnets. All three wives remarried the same person, & that person's grandson discovered the Cogwell Machine in one of his funny-looking relative's attics one day. Amazed that somone in his family, at that point the scions of New England aristocracy & three-time winner of Lifetime Achievement Awards from Inbreeding Today, could have invented something so practical terrified him, so he burned down the house. Ironically, though he lost an uncle, an aunt, two cousins, two wives, his left arm, part of his face, & a pet goldfish named spot, the fire fighters were able to save the prototype of the Cogwell Machine, which was quickly secured by the Department of the Secret Stuff & flown by unhappy butterflies to Washington.
Where it languishes to this day. Yes, the rumors are true! The Cogwell Machine not only exists, but it works! Rumor has it former Vice President Cheney spent more time with it than with his terrorist torture subjects. What does it do? Oh, you know what it does. When can we see? Oh, I believe we'll see - soon. Soon.
