Terminal addicts of the Orgasm-Death
Cuz it makes me feel like I'm a man when Perky Pam puts a spike into my vein... same thing goes for Bumble Bee Girl--yeah, & it's true that we wrecked the basement bed going bouncy-bouncy. Today Trish & I both go up to Perky Pam's Place for a shot of haldol decanoate, a drug so potent it can only be compared to William S. Burroughs' "the Orgasm-Death", or at least he originated the term... perhaps in Nova Express or perhaps in Naked Lunch or elsewhere; Nova Express being the only Burroughs book I own, & I think the Invisible Library tossed their Naked Lunch, though I do have a copy of the film, which the Grim Reaper gave me for X-mas many years ago.
I like this drug, & it's really helped me, with everything but Scoobification. Although I've heard that members of the dread Scooby Club are no longer trying to persuade mental patients not to take their "pills", Cute Noncorean has informed me that her outpatient treatment counselor has insisted she stop taking her meds, as Scoobies cannot be taking chemicals, especially not dem God-made herb for medical purposes... sure, if they wanted to leave it there, OK, maybe, I mean I understand some nut-cases in the government are convinced we have to get rid of this dangerous weed, but... to object to prescription medication..? I'm thinking of going to a Narcoholics Numinous meeting & telling them that I used my pills for my higher power, to quit Narcohol, as I have difficulties being Numinous--OD'ed on philosophy of science in grad school.
So today, after my shot--following a morning at the Layout--I want to do something creative. Probably work on that short story in turn based on a Voyager screenplay that had no hope of selling, so euthymic did my Zyprexa have me; I'm happier now that I'm on Risperdal. Since I want to submit the thing to Asimov's, I've had to throw away 90% of the material, as I put the story on the internet & they don't accept previously published stories, even if all you did was stick it on the net. I'm just wondering, though, that if I do submit it to Asimov's, how Sheila Williams will react--Gardner loved my stuff, but always noted it was "wrong for [them]" & I think she's the reason why.
Even as I write this massive missive, Bumble Bee Girl has awakened & is pouring her morning coffee. She likes having 2 cups of coffee before taking her meds, so I try to have her up by 9:00. I don't know why she's so sleepy; hope that she's not entering another depression. Her job has been going well for her.
Well, that's it for the good ol' blog today. Will wright (with both hemispheres) more some other time, perhaps again when I'm bored.
I like this drug, & it's really helped me, with everything but Scoobification. Although I've heard that members of the dread Scooby Club are no longer trying to persuade mental patients not to take their "pills", Cute Noncorean has informed me that her outpatient treatment counselor has insisted she stop taking her meds, as Scoobies cannot be taking chemicals, especially not dem God-made herb for medical purposes... sure, if they wanted to leave it there, OK, maybe, I mean I understand some nut-cases in the government are convinced we have to get rid of this dangerous weed, but... to object to prescription medication..? I'm thinking of going to a Narcoholics Numinous meeting & telling them that I used my pills for my higher power, to quit Narcohol, as I have difficulties being Numinous--OD'ed on philosophy of science in grad school.
So today, after my shot--following a morning at the Layout--I want to do something creative. Probably work on that short story in turn based on a Voyager screenplay that had no hope of selling, so euthymic did my Zyprexa have me; I'm happier now that I'm on Risperdal. Since I want to submit the thing to Asimov's, I've had to throw away 90% of the material, as I put the story on the internet & they don't accept previously published stories, even if all you did was stick it on the net. I'm just wondering, though, that if I do submit it to Asimov's, how Sheila Williams will react--Gardner loved my stuff, but always noted it was "wrong for [them]" & I think she's the reason why.
Even as I write this massive missive, Bumble Bee Girl has awakened & is pouring her morning coffee. She likes having 2 cups of coffee before taking her meds, so I try to have her up by 9:00. I don't know why she's so sleepy; hope that she's not entering another depression. Her job has been going well for her.
Well, that's it for the good ol' blog today. Will wright (with both hemispheres) more some other time, perhaps again when I'm bored.
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