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1 Mar 2002 @ 12:18 by quik33 : Am I crazed or just lonely?
Hi Grand Funch, our interests collided again---in the communications realm---is anyone really THERE? ANYWHERE? I work in a busy kitchen as a line cook, and NO ONE of the more than 75 employees hardly ever speaks to each other in any personal way or goes beyond "howareya?"
I've given up on physically present individuals, and decided to start writing fan letters to authors whose work I admire. I can't find out how, though. I was going to begin with Stephen King, born in 1947, the name that's done more than anything to legitimize a certain amount of fringe weirdness, and can't find where to write---at least not on the internet. And Donald Westlake (b.1919) doesn't appear anywhere. What if I still love them/their work---and they'd like to know it, and I can't FIND them or reach them or---what if Westlake is on his last legs or is very aged and really NEEDS a fan letter describing how his insouciant brevity and wit have literally changed my life in many ways---Dick Francis is probably getting on, too, right? I'll never forgive myself for never writing Johnny Carson at least ONE fan letter...
Please help, Your Grandness---we're linked on a neurolinguistic level far more intense than anything Bandler, Grinder, or NIMH could ever have imagined.... Are there other victims of the "Is there anybody REALLY out there?" quandary? I am sort of ordinarily happy but solitudinous---lately there seems to be a need for at least intellectual contact... All the best to you and yours, MS COLD! Down to 10 degrees, today rainy, fuel @ 101.9, Orowheat bread 2.59, "Sothron" culture still weird. Pacific coast any better? Affectionately, Ol' Texe, Kat Brown.
