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	                Mt. Holz Science Fiction Society
	            Club Notice - 07/25/97 -- Vol. 16, No. 4

       MT Chair/Librarian:
	             Mark Leeper   MT 3E-433  732-957-5619 mleeper@lucent.com
       HO Chair:     John Jetzt    MT 2E-530  732-957-5087 jetzt@lucent.com
       HO Librarian: Nick Sauer    HO 4F-427  732-949-7076 njs@lucent.com
       Distinguished Heinlein Apologist:
	             Rob Mitchell  MT 2D-536  732-957-6330 rlmitchell1@lucent.com
       Factotum:     Evelyn Leeper MT 3E-433  732-957-2070 eleeper@lucent.com
       Back issues at http://www.geocities.com/Athens/4824
       All material copyright by author unless otherwise noted.

       The Science Fiction Association of Bergen County meets on the
       second Saturday of every month in Upper Saddle River; call
       201-933-2724 for details.  The New Jersey Science Fiction Society
       meets on the third Saturday of every month in Belleville; call
       201-432-5965 for details.  The Denver Area Science Fiction
       Association meets 7:30 PM on the third Saturday of every month at
       Southwest State Bank, 1380 S. Federal Blvd.

       1. URL of the week: http://www.thuntek.net/~walter/.  Home page  of
       author  Walter  Jon  Williams,  in  which he describes (among other
       things) his ongoing legal dispute with WIRED magazine over the name
       "Hardwired.")  [-ecl]

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       2. The last two weeks I told how I came to go to a restaurant  that
       had  legendary  hot  chicken wings called The Wings of Death.  Last
       week I told how  I  managed  to  down  the  cursed  things,  nearly
       destroying  my  mouth  in  the process.  I won.  But the ordeal was
       just starting.  I had forgotten that really hot sauce  was  painful
       to more than just the mouth.

       I got though most of the sandwich, left most of  the  fries  behind
       and  just  at  that  point  the  hot sauce hit my stomach.  Well it
       probably had hit it quite a bit before for it  was  at  that  point
       that  it  burned  through the insulation.  This may have been worse
       than eating the wings.  I had not expected this.  Rarely to I  find
       hot  foods hurt my stomach.  These did.  I paid the bill.  We asked
       the server what percentage  of  people  actually  finish  all  four
       pieces.  She said it was about 25%.  The problem is that eating the
       wings was just  not  pleasurable  since  they  were  so  darn  hot.
       Luckily  the  burning  stopped  while  I  walked  proudly  from the
       restaurant a victor.  Some victor.  Just as  I  hit  the  car,  the
       grinding  pain in my stomach started again.  The chicken wings were
       trying to burn their way out.  I remembered a  certain  scene  from
       the  film  ALIEN.   I  had to treat my stomach with chocolate milk,
       picked up from a convenience store, the whole trip back.   Even  at
       home I would get grinding stomach aches for the next three hours.

       When I got home I put a film that I recently had gotten  a  keeping
       copy of, recorded off of cable.  The film was THE BEAST FROM 20,000
       FATHOMS.  There is some irony there, but only for  me.   With  many
       films  you  can see them multiple times, but one viewing will stick
       with you.  Whenever I see THE BEAST FROM 20,000 FATHOMS, I remember
       seeing  it as a child.  I had stayed home from school because I had
       a strep throat.  The doctor  had  just  come  and  taken  a  throat
       culture.   (Yes, I know I am dating myself.  Doctors did make house
       calls in those days.)  So here I was in pain and I eased  the  pain
       by  watching  a  monster movie on TV.  That is twice for this film.
       Once again it was here to take my mind off of my pain.

       Oh, the other side effect was that if I touched  my  nose  I  would
       find  in  a  few seconds my nose was burning.  This is spite of the
       fact that I had washed my hands multiple times.   There  still  was
       pepper  extract  on  my  hands that would not wash off.  I was like
       Rappaccinis daughter.  The poison had become an  integral  part  of
       part  of  my  being.   It  no  longer  burned me (much) but what it
       touched it killed--well burned anyway.

       I think I mentioned in this column that Evelyn and I  had  listened
       at  one  point  to  a  radio dramatization of "Leiningen Versus the
       Ants."  That is the famous  story  in  which  a  man  protects  his
       Brazilian  plantation  against  an attack by twenty square miles of
       soldier ants eating everything in their path.  George  Pal  adapted
       it  into  the  film THE NAKED JUNGLE with Charleton Heston, if that
       reminds you of it.  Evelyn asked my why didn't Leiningen just  give
       up  his  plantation?   After  all  his  defense  pretty well ruined
       everything anyway.  I thought about it for a minute  and  told  her
       "It's  a  Man  Thing."  So was conquering the Wings of Death  worth
       the pain?  It depends on whom I am talking to.  If I am talking  to
       a  woman,  no.   It  was  a stupid thing to do.  If I am talking to
       another guy, sure.  Sure, it was worth it.  Even 75% of people  who
       order  The  Wings  of  Death--knowing  that  it  is  going to be an
       ordeal--still are not prepared for how much of  an  ordeal  it  is.
       These are people who have discovered their limit.  When it comes to
       hot food, I still have not found my limit.  And if I  am  lucky,  I
       never  will.   But  I  never  want to come this close to finding it
       again.  But I am proud that I passed the test.   It's  just  a  Man
       Thing, I guess.  [-mrl]

	                                  Mark Leeper