Greetings fellow travelers and welcome to the eleventh post of volume four of the Blog. It's a nice run so far, with "The Life of Oddley" becoming very popular with the dozen of you who regularly read this Blog. I promise to keep up the mix of non-fiction and fiction. Usually, every week, the non-fiction is news of the world told through my eyes. This week, I've decided to write a letter for this week's non-fiction segment and you won't believe who to.
First off, I'm a big fan of the Internet sensation the Nostalgia Critic. I love the way he reviews the stuff that marked our childhood with such anger and wit. One of his many pet peeves is the work of a certain child star. He believes that this child star made bad choices of films for her talent. Unlike most targets of the Critic, this one has fought back by showing stuff from the Critic's past. I think some of you have a good idea who this star is. It's "Matilda" star Mara Wilson.
Now, Miss Wilson has long since left the studios of Hollywood for the lights of the New York stage. However, she also has a blogsite where she writes stuff. It is titled... marawilsonwritesstuff.com. I have visited the site and it was visiting it that inspired me to give the Blog another go-round. When I was thinking of what to do this week, I decided that it would nice to write Mara a letter. Now, I don't know how many of you have a means of reaching her. If you do, you have my permission to forward the letter to her.
Dear Mara,
You don't know me but I know of you. I've watched much of your work in my life and I have enjoyed it. However, the purpose of my letter is to thank you for inspiring me to continuing my Blog. You see, over the last few years, I have several starts and stops in terms of blogging. After the last time, I was convinced that blogging wasn't for me. Then, on a whim, I went to your blogsite. Well, it wasn't much of a whim.
You see, I am also a fan of a certain Internet reviewer called the Nostalgia Critic. The character has said certain things about your career and you weren't about to take it sitting down. Now, I know that the whole thing with you and the Critic was an act. However, it was your appearance on his show that led me to your site where you post your writing. Once there, I felt inspired enough to return to the Blog one more time.
Now, I am 11 weeks into the new blogging streak and I am feeling a renew sense of creativity. My writing outside the Blog has picked up from a virtual standstill. I am currently just trying to decide between two books. I hope I will finish one and publish it. You should know that I want to turn one of them into a screenplay for a movie. I hope I decide soon before I get too far. So, to close, I think of you as inspiration and I hope one day you and I are friends.
Yours truly, John Maxwell.
You don't know me but I know of you. I've watched much of your work in my life and I have enjoyed it. However, the purpose of my letter is to thank you for inspiring me to continuing my Blog. You see, over the last few years, I have several starts and stops in terms of blogging. After the last time, I was convinced that blogging wasn't for me. Then, on a whim, I went to your blogsite. Well, it wasn't much of a whim.
You see, I am also a fan of a certain Internet reviewer called the Nostalgia Critic. The character has said certain things about your career and you weren't about to take it sitting down. Now, I know that the whole thing with you and the Critic was an act. However, it was your appearance on his show that led me to your site where you post your writing. Once there, I felt inspired enough to return to the Blog one more time.
Now, I am 11 weeks into the new blogging streak and I am feeling a renew sense of creativity. My writing outside the Blog has picked up from a virtual standstill. I am currently just trying to decide between two books. I hope I will finish one and publish it. You should know that I want to turn one of them into a screenplay for a movie. I hope I decide soon before I get too far. So, to close, I think of you as inspiration and I hope one day you and I are friends.
Yours truly, John Maxwell.
Now, with the letter out of the way, time for Oddley. Last week saw Oddley getting settled into his Peoria vacation and life with the split personality Lisa and Rita. In last week's episode, we read about a nightmare, a breakfast, and a general wake-up. Oddley also had to stomach Rita's see-through nightgown and Ogden's bliss at being with her. Once off to work, Oddley, Ogden, and Wanda Lee settled around the house to think of things to do. When we left off, Oddley had said that he had an idea...
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"What is it, Oddley?" asked Ogden, stirring himself from his own thinking.
"I think I know what we can do." I said.
"Tell me." he said.
"I promised Wanda Lee I'd help her find herself and I know how we'll do that." I said.
"Are you trying to tell me you want me to help you?" he asked.
"That's part of my idea. It kills time for both of us." I said.
"What's the other half of your idea?" he then asked.
"This." I said, pulling out the bottle of nympho-drops from my pocket for the first time in two days.
"What is that?" he asked.
"The nympho-drops I told you about." I said.
"Oddley, I don't think turning Wanda Lee into a sex beast is what she wanted to find." he said.
"Ogden, I've been thinking about the doseage." I said.
"Go on, Oddley." he said.
"If one teaspoon can turn a woman into a sex-crazed creature, what would happen if we lowered the dose?" I said.
"You mean, like half a teaspoon?" he queried.
"Yes, exactly. Althought, I was thinking one quarter. You know, start small." I said.
"When do you propose to start this?" he asked me.
"Right now is the best time as any." I said.
"Be careful, Oddley." he said as I got up from the sofa.
"I have this under control." I said as I made the walk from the sofa to the kitchen.
Inside in the kitchen, I spotted Wanda Lee, sitting at the breakfast table. She appeared to be deep in thought as I entered.
"Hello there." I said to her.
"Hello, Oddley." she said in a flat voice.
"I see you're thinking." I said, all the while thinking of a way to give Wanda Lee the nympho-drops.
"I'm just thinking of all the things I can do and remembering that I can't do most of them." she said.
"Say... you look thirsty." I said after a moment's thinking.
"I don't need a drink." she said.
"Of course you do. Let me get you something." I said, zipping over to the fridge and opening it.
"But I don't need a drink, Oddley." she said as I spotted the orange juice and pulled it out of the fridge.
"You could use some fresh OJ." I said as I walked over to the counter.
"Are you gonna let up on this?" she asked as I poured some juice into a glass.
"No, I'm not." I said, discreeting getting a spoon and carefully measuring a quarter teaspoon of the nympho-drops.
"Then I guess I have no choice." she said as I mixed the stuff into the drink quietly.
"I knew you'd see it my way." I said, putting the spoon away and walking over to her with the glass.
"Thank you for the drink." she said as I gave it to her.
"No sweat." I said, hoping she would ignore the bead or two on my forehead.
As I slowly retreated out of the room, I noticed her taking a few sips of the juice. As I returned to the sofa, I knew that my plan was in action.
"Did you do it?" asked Ogden as I sat back down on the sofa.
"I did. Wanda Lee is now taking a quarter-teaspoon of nympho-drops." I said.
"Now what?" he asked.
"Well, with the full teaspoon, the change was quick. With just a quarter-teaspoon, I don't know." I said.
"Maybe the change will just as quick." he said.
"We'll see. I just hope a quarter-teaspoon doesn't do the same job as a full one." I said.
"You mean we could have a sex-crazed monster on our hands?" he said.
"Oops, I forgot that a little." I said.
"If it does, you're the victim, not me." he said.
"We'll flip a coin." I said as we both turned a fateful eye towards the kitchen.
We turned away from the kitchen and toward the television, which we turned on. To our luck, it was a game show, I forget which one. Anyway, we spent the next half hour watching what was on. With only three networks to choose from, one must be contend with the programs offered.
After half an hour of TV watching, I overheard a sound in the kitchen. I just to ignore it, thinking it was nothing. However, my brain knew better. Ogden must have overheard it, too, for he started looking back towards the kitchen. Then, I watched as Wanda Lee emerged from it.
"Hello, you two." she said, looking as normal as I left her.
"Hello, Wanda Lee. What brings you out here?" I said.
"I just wanna see how you two were doing." she said.
"We're doing fine, Wanda Lee." I said out of nervousness.
"That's nice to know, Oddley." she said as she took a seat on the sofa, pushing me and Ogden over a bit.
"Wanda Lee, may I ask you a question?" asked Ogden.
"Go ahead, Ogden." she said.
"How do you feel?" he then asked.
"I feel... different somehow." she said.
"In what way?" I asked.
"Well, I was sitting in there when I felt something come over me." she said.
"Like a tingle?" I said.
"Like that. It just came over me and I felt a need to come in here and talk to you." she said.
"I guess you're warming up to us finally." I said.
"I guess I am." she said.
"What now?" asked Ogden.
"Let's watch some TV." she said.
"I will concur." I said.
So my little experiment seemed to work. The quarter-teaspoon of the nympho-drops had actually changed Wanda Lee, if only in the way she related to us. In my mind, I took this as a signal to continue said experiment. However, I didn't know of what was in store for me, Ogden, Rita, and Wanda Lee...
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Oddley's story seems to be getting interesting. In using the stuff that forced him to leave Chicago, he's now using it to help someone. However, as Oddley said there, he had no idea what it'd do. Oddley will tell us more of his story next week. Now, it is time to wrap things up. In terms of world news, this has been a relativly quiet week. Next week, two cases go before the Supreme Court that hold the fate of a issue defining our generation. In closing, letter-writing is a lost art, so write one today.
Join us next week, won't you?
Yours truly, John Maxwell.
Your Fellow Traveler.
"Be careful, Oddley." he said as I got up from the sofa.
"I have this under control." I said as I made the walk from the sofa to the kitchen.
Inside in the kitchen, I spotted Wanda Lee, sitting at the breakfast table. She appeared to be deep in thought as I entered.
"Hello there." I said to her.
"Hello, Oddley." she said in a flat voice.
"I see you're thinking." I said, all the while thinking of a way to give Wanda Lee the nympho-drops.
"I'm just thinking of all the things I can do and remembering that I can't do most of them." she said.
"Say... you look thirsty." I said after a moment's thinking.
"I don't need a drink." she said.
"Of course you do. Let me get you something." I said, zipping over to the fridge and opening it.
"But I don't need a drink, Oddley." she said as I spotted the orange juice and pulled it out of the fridge.
"You could use some fresh OJ." I said as I walked over to the counter.
"Are you gonna let up on this?" she asked as I poured some juice into a glass.
"No, I'm not." I said, discreeting getting a spoon and carefully measuring a quarter teaspoon of the nympho-drops.
"Then I guess I have no choice." she said as I mixed the stuff into the drink quietly.
"I knew you'd see it my way." I said, putting the spoon away and walking over to her with the glass.
"Thank you for the drink." she said as I gave it to her.
"No sweat." I said, hoping she would ignore the bead or two on my forehead.
As I slowly retreated out of the room, I noticed her taking a few sips of the juice. As I returned to the sofa, I knew that my plan was in action.
"Did you do it?" asked Ogden as I sat back down on the sofa.
"I did. Wanda Lee is now taking a quarter-teaspoon of nympho-drops." I said.
"Now what?" he asked.
"Well, with the full teaspoon, the change was quick. With just a quarter-teaspoon, I don't know." I said.
"Maybe the change will just as quick." he said.
"We'll see. I just hope a quarter-teaspoon doesn't do the same job as a full one." I said.
"You mean we could have a sex-crazed monster on our hands?" he said.
"Oops, I forgot that a little." I said.
"If it does, you're the victim, not me." he said.
"We'll flip a coin." I said as we both turned a fateful eye towards the kitchen.
We turned away from the kitchen and toward the television, which we turned on. To our luck, it was a game show, I forget which one. Anyway, we spent the next half hour watching what was on. With only three networks to choose from, one must be contend with the programs offered.
After half an hour of TV watching, I overheard a sound in the kitchen. I just to ignore it, thinking it was nothing. However, my brain knew better. Ogden must have overheard it, too, for he started looking back towards the kitchen. Then, I watched as Wanda Lee emerged from it.
"Hello, you two." she said, looking as normal as I left her.
"Hello, Wanda Lee. What brings you out here?" I said.
"I just wanna see how you two were doing." she said.
"We're doing fine, Wanda Lee." I said out of nervousness.
"That's nice to know, Oddley." she said as she took a seat on the sofa, pushing me and Ogden over a bit.
"Wanda Lee, may I ask you a question?" asked Ogden.
"Go ahead, Ogden." she said.
"How do you feel?" he then asked.
"I feel... different somehow." she said.
"In what way?" I asked.
"Well, I was sitting in there when I felt something come over me." she said.
"Like a tingle?" I said.
"Like that. It just came over me and I felt a need to come in here and talk to you." she said.
"I guess you're warming up to us finally." I said.
"I guess I am." she said.
"What now?" asked Ogden.
"Let's watch some TV." she said.
"I will concur." I said.
So my little experiment seemed to work. The quarter-teaspoon of the nympho-drops had actually changed Wanda Lee, if only in the way she related to us. In my mind, I took this as a signal to continue said experiment. However, I didn't know of what was in store for me, Ogden, Rita, and Wanda Lee...
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Oddley's story seems to be getting interesting. In using the stuff that forced him to leave Chicago, he's now using it to help someone. However, as Oddley said there, he had no idea what it'd do. Oddley will tell us more of his story next week. Now, it is time to wrap things up. In terms of world news, this has been a relativly quiet week. Next week, two cases go before the Supreme Court that hold the fate of a issue defining our generation. In closing, letter-writing is a lost art, so write one today.
Join us next week, won't you?
Yours truly, John Maxwell.
Your Fellow Traveler.
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