Re: Another L O N G Day

>      Leslie,
>      Actually, it's Patti's job to make you look intelligent.  It's my job to
> make sure people READ the material I print. ;-)  It's a really nice layout
> though.  (IMHO, of course.)
>      It was LONG, and everyone knows how much I hate to type but I'll forgive
> you, this time. ;-)  Australia sounds great.  Meet some charming man with a
> great accent and go live in the out-back and watch kangaroos hop by. ROFL
>      I just watched something on the news, yesterday as a matter of fact,
> about a new way they are treating carpol tunnel syndrome.  It's done with
> electrical stimmulation and it has an 85% success rate, without surgery!  I d
> worry about getting that since I do spend a great deal of time at the
> keyboard, but so far I don't have any signs of it.  How about you?
>      Yesterday I started writing a short story about some very demented
> distant relative, but as I feared, it's more suited, I think, to a book rathe
> than a short story.  Patti's got me replacing "telling" with dialogue and tha

Wow.  You have weird relatives.  (g)

Of course, my relatives are perfectly normal.  Doesn't everybody have one
garbage can per family member and flash their wives?

You know, the story seems to be crying out to be made into a movie.  People
love to see that type of stuff on the big screen.  Would you like
scriptwriting guidelines?  I think you could make a lot of money.

Regarding your question - I don't have carpel tunnel just yet, but I do have
chronic tendonitis that hurts like hell when it rains.  Since typing is my
profession at the moment, I have to just take my little blue pills and bear
it as best I can, but I'm a coward when it comes to pain.

Now, here's a story idea I came up with when I was sitting on the pot, a
place where I receive the most intense revelations.

A small stand of old forest in South America is being cut down for wood pulp
and eventual paper, but the loggers discover that a lot of the wood has been
ruined by a boring insect.  The trees are sprayed with a chemical pesticide,
which seems to cure the problem of holes in the wood.  The trees are cut down
and made into wood pulp and paper, which is then shipped to North American
distributors and business supply warehouses.  Several boxes of the paper make
their way into a particular office.  The main character of the story is a
mousy secretary who wouldn't dare disagree with her boss because she's timid
and he's a bit of an ass.  While complying with his order to copy some
reports, she receives a small paper cut.  Within a few hours, she's become a
totally different person -- flirtatious, verbally abusive to people she
doesn't like, smoking, etc.  It turns out that although the pesticide killed
the majority of the insects, several of them survived and mutated, exuding an
enzyme which breaks down seratonin and dopamine (behavioral inhibitors in the
human brain).  Our mousy secretary has become a monster showing her true
colors without the inhibitors to restrain her actions.