BlueFoojiun: I want you to study pages 8, 32 and 421. Also, use your index to find all information your textbook has on the subjects of alien abduction, cat worship and lamingtons. (That could take you hours!)
The sad thing is, I used to know dozens of interesting people. When I was in my last year of high-school, I regularly met with:
- A kiniescieologist (studies how physical exercise can aid the learning process)
- A chess master who plays for cheeseburgers
- A behavioural optometrist who uses "colour therapy"
- A dream analyst
- A WW2 official war artist
- A sound-man for the local rock bands (ever heard of "Something for Kate"?)
- A manga fan who also had a habit of impersonating Star Wars characters at odd moments (especially when dealing with receptionists at government agencies)
- A bunch of astronomers who would argue cosmology and Aussie-rules football in the same breath.
Anyhow, the list was long, but they all seem to have vanished. Now, there's only a bunch of sheep, and the most interesting thing they can do is put a bigger stereo in their cars.
Sucks, eh?
And, I don't think I could really write a book along those lines, on account of:
1. It might blow my secret identity.
2. It might incur the wrath of a dozen unpredictable people.
3. I can't seem to write more than a chapter or two of any book I've ever started work on. My record is 6 chapters, which usually scare the hell outta anyone who reads them, on account of I would have to be mad to write a post-apocolyptic alien love story slash horror ...
Whoa, I need to lay off the caffiene. Barkeep! Pass me an orange juice! What? Okay, then pass me an orange and a large hammer.
