I'm Enchanted with David

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Comment by David Stafford on January 8, 2012 at 6:47pm

Secret Life of a Court Reporter....By day, she fused with her machine to produce perfect transcripts, by night her mind wandered in a dreamscape peppered with allusions, subterfuge, sustainments and overrulings. One day after ingesting several cups of coffee from a strange coffee shop she'd never visited before the two worlds crossed over and suddenly the dry transcripts turned into surreal playlets of the absurd. She subsequently lost her job but made it big in Hollywood where her bios never failed to mention her humble beginnings as a court reporter. 

 

 

Comment by Nancy Bell Scott on January 8, 2012 at 5:48pm

You read my mind--that was the very next thought after hitting "Add Comment."

Comment by DKeys on January 8, 2012 at 3:45pm

that's what i was thinking Nancy, but maybe BECAUSE KDJ can't express her full ebullient personality at work is why we get to enjoy it so much here. 

Comment by Nancy Bell Scott on January 8, 2012 at 3:16pm

Many jobs require one to act/feel machine-like, so you're not alone, though court reporters especially look literally attached to their machines, so that's another level of machine-like. Too bad you can't speak up more--they don't know what they're missing, but we do.

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Comment by Nancy Bell Scott on January 8, 2012 at 4:46am

KDJ, maybe Dav.id would like to hear more about your work as a court reporter. I know I would. They used to be only petrified props, in movies and on tv. But we always knew there had to be much more to the story ...

Comment by David Stafford on January 8, 2012 at 3:32am

You are on the path, grasshopper.

Comment by Nancy Bell Scott on January 7, 2012 at 10:36pm

Very funny. And she's another perky one, too, isn't she.

The Elgin marbles--so much more than imagined. I am now *educated.*  

Comment by David Stafford on January 7, 2012 at 5:55pm

KDJ, It helps if you were brought up in a test tube with photoshop as your only companion. You also must renounce all worldly pleasures and financial rewards. And, of course, you must accept Satin as your personal savior. A kick in the head from the right mule is tremendously helpful as well. Finally, I wear only Nobel-approved SmartyPants TM.

Comment by David Stafford on January 7, 2012 at 3:45pm

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