Physhra has a problem with editors. And editors, typically, have a problem with Mz. Pink. Just ask one of her former editors, Mr. I. M. Rougecou. To do so you?ll have to make the trip over to Fields of Ennui Skatepark and Retirement Vista and go left at the sign down the road to Shadowy Acres Cemetery. That?s where Mr. Rougecou is interred. For a live one, you might try and hook up with Benton deLaw, the editor that replaced I. M. at The Evening Shroud where Physhra was forcibly returned by a horrified and defunct production company to her last place of employment (the only ones who?d claim her at the time). Physhra apparently has a problem with directors, too.
But, we digress. This is about editors, Physhra and her desk at her new place of employment, The Oracle.
Having moved a desk away from the line leading to the glass-fronted office of The Oracle's editor, Amaltea, Physhra placed a large plant in front and angled it up against the corner of a wall that led around to a small alcove where several stacks of boxed paper were often stored. The plant and the desk's position served two purposes. It kept her out of view of Amaltea and it did not welcome folks to sit and either visit or deliver a possibility for an article. This suited Physhra just fine.
On the desk was a small stand-up cut-out of herself, a replica of a life-sized one used in promoting one of her several B-Movie starring roles. This one bearing the title "I Mated with a Slime Monster" below her high-heeled feet. To the right of this was a velvet lined box holding an ornate rhinestone crown. A brass plate on the front proclaiming: "Miss Succotash of the Free State of Wisconsota", and a spot where there might have appeared a date now rubbed away. To the left of the cut-out and crown was a silver framed mirror trained so it catches Physhra's best side when sitting at her desk.
In the right-hand corner rests Physhra's rolodex, filled with myriad cards. All contacts for the various doctors, aestheticians, manicurists, haridressers, etc. that keep her looking her best. A special section marked off by hot pink cards name those industry people who have not completely abandoned her, and who might come in handy when she has let the smoke settle enough to bring her movie career off the shelf. The small amount of green cards name a few contacts about town for when Physhra deigns to actually work on news stories. A single black card sits right in the middle of the others. It appears blank.
Currently, Physhra is reviewing notes on an argument that took place in the Red Dragon Inn for an article for next month's edition.
But, we digress. This is about editors, Physhra and her desk at her new place of employment, The Oracle.
Having moved a desk away from the line leading to the glass-fronted office of The Oracle's editor, Amaltea, Physhra placed a large plant in front and angled it up against the corner of a wall that led around to a small alcove where several stacks of boxed paper were often stored. The plant and the desk's position served two purposes. It kept her out of view of Amaltea and it did not welcome folks to sit and either visit or deliver a possibility for an article. This suited Physhra just fine.
On the desk was a small stand-up cut-out of herself, a replica of a life-sized one used in promoting one of her several B-Movie starring roles. This one bearing the title "I Mated with a Slime Monster" below her high-heeled feet. To the right of this was a velvet lined box holding an ornate rhinestone crown. A brass plate on the front proclaiming: "Miss Succotash of the Free State of Wisconsota", and a spot where there might have appeared a date now rubbed away. To the left of the cut-out and crown was a silver framed mirror trained so it catches Physhra's best side when sitting at her desk.
In the right-hand corner rests Physhra's rolodex, filled with myriad cards. All contacts for the various doctors, aestheticians, manicurists, haridressers, etc. that keep her looking her best. A special section marked off by hot pink cards name those industry people who have not completely abandoned her, and who might come in handy when she has let the smoke settle enough to bring her movie career off the shelf. The small amount of green cards name a few contacts about town for when Physhra deigns to actually work on news stories. A single black card sits right in the middle of the others. It appears blank.
Currently, Physhra is reviewing notes on an argument that took place in the Red Dragon Inn for an article for next month's edition.