If it were possible to track your mystery e-mail, you'd probably discover it originated in Connecticut.
Well, yeah, I'm treating this with the utmost discretion and distance; I haven't send the photograph to
anyone yet. delilah has seen it, but that was four years ago, and on Scamdy; if any picture of it remains with her yet, it's in her memory, not on her computer.
Anyway, for those who are squeamish about this, never fear. It's a clean story, one that one can tell the children, when it's all said-and-done.
And the script ends with the primitives making asses of themselves.
As usual.
But getting to the end of the script is a problem; as my spirit guide TheHollywoodNeoCon said, it's too long (but also that it's a great script). I hope to be able to incorporate parts of it into "Mrs. Alfred Packer does the 4th of July," coming out Monday morning, July 4.
The primitives will be up here on the roof of Nebraska stalking franksolich (it's a
parody, whatshisname,
comprendere, stupid; it's a
parody of the paranoia of the primitives) over the long holiday weekend, so why not?