NURSE JONES

Was: Re: ASB Critic, became Saint averti

  
From: [email protected] 
Subject: Was: Re: ASB Critic, became Saint averti 
Date: 4 Dec 91 22:06 

From Nurse Jones, 

I created some ill will. It's my fault. And I'm embarrassed. I thought 
ASB needed a Siskel and Ebert, and Tim Maroney decided to be nice to 
me and not so nice to the REAL writers on the ASB net. 

Tim: I'm trying to write fiction now. It's a disaster. Averti's been 
turning out stuff that makes me go all squirmy for longer than I have 
been aware that ASB existed, even. It was easy for me to write about 
myself. Scratch that, it was hard to get up the courage to tell it, 
but I didn't have to make anything up, so it was easy to look inside 
and talk about something I knew pretty well: me. I jumped in at the 
deep end of the bondage pool; it was an emotional experience and 
writing was made easy because I didn't have to make it up. It was like 
doing a report: What I Did on my Summer Vacation. Only Mrs. Collins 
might not have approved. 

Making up a character that isn't me, or an event that didn't happen is 
much more difficult than what I did, and I feel obliged to apologize 
to averti on someone's behalf. What he does so well, I am learning, is 
hard. Autobiography and inane commentary are easy. 

I am working three times as hard to make fiction. At least now when 
you read it you'll know the reason it lacks luster and polish. So if 
you think I write well, Tim, consider that THe List wasn't an 
ambitious undertaking. I chewed more than I bit off. 

THE REAL POINT remains: I would like to hear [perhaps criticism is the 
wrong word] commentary (?) on the better writings for ASB. I read 
authors like a gold miner: when I find one I like, I mine the vein 
until it's exhausted. Elf, averti, and a few others I have exhausted. 
People have sent me their old postings. I don't want to hear bad news 
from people that DON'T like them. I want to hear what's good about 
them from people that liked them. Elf and averti I will read 
regardless. I liked the Blue Box and I never even found out who wrote 
it. It was more the idea than the writing in that case, though. 

But Tim: That doesn't mean I don't feel flattered that you like what I 
wrote. I always get a warm glow when that happens. And I enjoyed your 
criticism of averti (sorry, averti) ONLY (sorry, Tim) because it gave 
him a chance to unload so entertainingly. 

Some day I'll sit on averti's knee and he'll tell me stories. 

Nurse Jones, 
    working hard, but beginning  to suspect 
      that the clarity of her writing  comes 
          from the shallowness of her thoughts 
             rather than the ease of her language. 

FLASH! Sears at Christmas time: 
Averti as santa (who he looks like). Nurse Jones approaches, hikes up 
the skirt of her nurse's uniform, and settles down, facing him, 
astraddle his knee. 
The next customer says, "Look, Mamma, that lady's not wearing 
                         any..." 
                                       [SMACK!] 
                                       "Quiet, honey. Look at the lovely 
                                        reindeer..." 
"Ho, ho, ah, um, ahem...er...ho...  
And what's your name, little, ah, 
girl?" 
 
"My real name?" Nurse Jones wiggles 
her hips and whispers in averti's 
ear.                                    "That's it. I'm calling the 
                                         manager." 
 
"And what would you like for 
Christmas?" 
 
"Can I have a crucifix?" Nurse Jones 
bats her eyelashes.                      "Oh. Ah, well, maybe she's a 
                                         good Catholic..." 
"You mean..." 
 
"Yeah," says the nurse, "and some 
nails.  Big ones."                      "Oh My God. Timmy, cover your 
                                         ears. Manager! Manager!" 
Santa puts his hand on the nurse's 
knee. "And have you been a good 
little girl?"                            "Yes, madam? 
 
"Yes, Santa. I'm VERY good."             "Just LOOK at them. It's 
                                          scandalous!" 
Nurse Jones unpins her cap, puts 
it on averti's head, and plants a 
big, wet, kiss.  
 
"Hmm. That IS pretty good." Averti             "Ahem." 
 puts his red santa cap on the nurse.  
"You can be santa's helper while he         "Excuse me, Miss." 
leaves for just a minute to, ah, 
adjust his santa outfit..."                 "Miss! Excuse me!" 
 
Averti leaves, clutching a bag of           "Oh. Ah..." The manager 
toys in front of him.                        looks open mouthed from 
                                             the nurse to averti 
Nurse Jones seats herself on Santa's         and back.  
throne, bats her eyelashes, and crosses 
her legs. "Next?" 
                                            The manager shoulders 
                                         Timmy out of the way, 
                                   straightens his tie, and 
                              takes a place at the 
                         head of the line.  
 
                        "Yes?" 
 
       "Santa? I've been a baaaaad boy ...." 


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