It's only Wednesday

Suddenly a sense of how long the week's already been. Limbo of several projects in suspension or just getting started, not to mention my technical limitations that prevent me from plunging in -- well more vanity that keeps me from wanting to expose these. "Oh Well". But it's been fun talking to J. She's a trip, esp. her wild enthusiasm about things like Arabic velars. What else has been a compensation? Realizing that if she had a little more confidence and ease and a little less goofiness E. could bring down the hosue. That's house not hose. Well now that you mention it... Maybe some Frankenstein inspired light erotica will distract me -- say transplanting J's spirit into E's magnificent frame. Nothing against their own frames or spirits, it's just, you know F.I.L.E. has to respect the demands of the genre. Or maybe the experiment would turn out unexpectedly, and give each of them enough of each other's respective frames and spirits to create quite at toothsome pair who become oddly attracted to each other even as they loathe the manipulative, selfish Dr. F. whose brief fantasies of a 3some are savagely quashed as the two women slam the door to his bedroom and pull each other down onto a bed that's as far as possible from a lab table to make their own electricity, leaving Dr. F at a loss but considering he's the voyeuristic author's creative alter ego there are compensations. And whoops -- a naked arm veiled by wild blonde hair reaches out into the hall to now pull him into the laboratory of his own bed, even as the the experimentation reaches a fever pitch. Cut to a crescendo of thunder and lightning and titanic music, a closing orchestral crash, followed by a shocked sunrise over the smoking ruins of Casa di F. and the audience's knowledge that though they challenged nature and suffered the consequences, in B. movies there's always a sequel in the wings...