#a zillion miles away

[forbelobog]

gepard, any time sampo is up to something, "...my bullshit meter is tingling."

[voluptuarian]

I'm trying to avoid people's dumb takes on Nosferatu but I keep being exposed to the tip of the iceberg and am annoyed enough about it to rant about it.

There's nothing in there that implies she was a kid. She lived in her family home, in the room she had lived in her whole life-- very typical for an unmarried adult woman at the time, especially in a well off family. Everyone determined that this had to be Orlok "grooming" a "child" are just fixated on that interpretation because it's nasty-sounding enough that they can condemn the relationship as "irredeemable" and "problematic" without sounding like pearl-clutchers. It's the magic word that lets them look vindicated in writing the whole thing off. She's not played by a child, she is dressed and styled as an adult, and the needs she's expressing, for attention, for recognition, for physical and emotional intimacy, are in no way limited to children. She's a young woman yearning for things that everybody wants and she's been denied. Ellen having been neglected, lonely, and starved for affection doesn't negate her adulthood. Her walking into a bad situation as a result of all that doesn't make her "groomed." Plenty of grown adults wind up in bad relationships because they're naive and desperate for love.

Similarly, everyone determined that one side of the triangle here wasn't "real" or that she "actually" only felt a connection with one of them and nothing for the other is similarly ridiculous. Thomas is the relationship Ellen chooses intentionally and conscientiously and which provides her the future she wants while satisfying her physical and emotional desires in a safe, secure, loving environment. Orlok is the first love, the first major relationship that she fell into because she was reckless and desperate for affection, that at first satisfied her needs but turned sour and dangerous-- that relationship becoming scary, unpleasant, coercive, doesn't erase the good things they had together once. Ellen and Orlok is the bad breakup between people who's freak matched too well. In the normal world it'd be a bad breakup with a toxic partner; in hers he's unfortunately also a an amoral inhuman manifestation of consumption.

And as for "Orlok doesn't love Ellen blah blah he's only an appetite blah blah." Love is an appetite. Need is an appetite. Loneliness is an appetite unmet. It's all hunger!! Why the FUCK is a zillion year old ghoul aristocrat holed up in a ruin in Eastern Europe tuned in enough to immediately respond to the random calls of some nameless unimportant woman he's never met a thousand miles away?? Because he's as desperate as she is, and for similar things. He was already listening, was already looking for someone-- he was desperate and searching first. His needs are twisted because he's a literal monster, but they still echo hers. The freak is matched, the freak in this case being deep emptiness and desire to be wanted and embraced. Unfortunately for him, Ellen can look elsewhere to satisfy those desires when he no longer makes her happy and find people who will-- and she does. Orlok can only go where he is called, must be chosen under special circumstances, which, seemingly out of everyone within his considerable reach, only she has offered. If what Orlok feels isn't love, its the survival in his mockery of life of what would have been love. But what ends in real love with union, ends for him with destruction and a return to lonely solitude-- that's his curse.

Ellen saves the man she chose by rejecting their future together, by breaking their marriage vows, and by sacrificing herself. She chooses the sacrifice as an act of autonomy, but one that subverts her own desires and victimizes her. It's a tragedy, but it's also a victory. It's a succumbing to the predations of the lover who wouldn't let her go, but its also making peace with him, taking into her embrace a figure she hates and fears but still feels connected to. It's fulfilling the monster's insatiable need, granting him the union he craves the only way it can be: through his death. Orlok is loved, and betrayed, and saved. Thomas is loved, and betrayed, and saved. Ellen chooses love for both of them, betrays them both, saves them both, betrays and saves herself. All of those things can be happening at once, just as tenderness, rejection, repulsion, evil, and love can all be happening at once. Is it comfortable? No. That's the point! But expressing your discomfort with that story as "I will willfully misinterpret this movie and dismiss its themes in whatever most easy to excuse way I can because I feel uncomfortable" is the path of the hack and the coward, and I think that's the what the majority of these "takes" are really about.

[sailormoonandme]

Mamoru is NOT useless in the Anime

Yes, yes, the memes are funny and all, but this is simply objectively not true and I'm rather exhausted of folks critiquing the character/the anime as though it were.

I will hopefully kill his BS once and for all.

"He just throws a rose and leaves!"

For those who have actually watched the anime (or even just the very first episode) to describe Tuxedo Mask as 'useless' is reductionist to the point of being outright disingenuous. In particular when this argument is made in such a way as to negatively compare him to his manga counterpart, who is put over as allegedly superior on this point.

The original 1992 Sailor Moon anime had 200 episodes, 3 TV specials*, 2 theatrical shorts and 3 films, with these latter theatrical releases being dubiously canonical to the anime. Mamoru appears in the overwhelming majority of those 208 entires, even accounting for the final 34 episodes where he was dead/functionally absent almost all of the time. Even if we seriously low balled things, the majority of those appearances feature him partaking in the following scenario.

Sailor Moon, often with her fellow Senshi, are fighting the monster of the day (maybe it's a higher ranking villain, or a general threat they are dealing with).

They get into a tight spot where either they or whoever/whatever they are trying to protect is in danger from whatever threat they are combatting.

Then, out of the blue, a rose slices through the air and imbeds itself into the scenery like a dart. Typically, this action saves the lives of Sailor Moon, her friends or whomever they might be protecting.

Tuxedo mask gives a speech and either leaves or else sticks around to see Sailor Moon perform her finishing move that effectively ends whatever threat she was dealing with, often with Tuxedo Mask being the one to prompt her into performing this finshing move.

For the sake of argument lets pretend that the above is literally the sum totality of what Mamoru does in regards to the superheroics of Sailor Moon. How could anyone describe the above as 'useless'?

If his interventions regularly save Sailor Moon's life then that is a zillion miles away from useless. For him to be useless, his actions need to be superfluous, pointless, contribute nothing. Even if he contributed a little bit he would by definition not be useless. And saving the protagonist's life is much more than 'a little bit'. If the protagonist dies then the story is over. Evil has won, the world is doomed.

And this isn't even considering all the ways Mamoru contributes OUTSIDE of the above scenario.

He has, whilst untransformed, stabbed a Lemures with a knife to save Sailor Moon.

He has willingly acted as a magical life support system for Chibi-Usa when her Pure Heart was stolen, an act that maybe anyone else could have performed but it is still a noble thing to do, in particular when it freed up the more powerful characters to go get her heart back.

He personally met up with the Outer Senshi to learn about them on behalf of the other girls, going alone which might have been dangerous, but the episode also gives the impression that he, as the oldest member of the team, was better positioned to get info from the older Outer Senshi who has a demeaning view of the younger Inner Senshi. In this same episode, he tried to convince the Outers to join forces with the Inners, acting as a diplomat.

He went 1-on-1 with Rubeus to defend an injured Sailor Moon who was herself acting as a human shield for Chibi-Usa

He has personally gone on a one man mission to infiltrate the Black Moon Clan's HQ to rescue Sailor Moon from being sexually assaulted by Prince Demande.

Mere episodes later he and Artemis went on a scouting mission to learn more about the Malefic Black Crystal

He formed a double team with Sailor Moon to tackle a tennis themed Youma, an encounter that involved more than a singular rose throw and a speech. One of the multiple times he got more directly involved in fighting the monster of the day

He literally carried Sailor Moon on his back to save her when they were both trapped in an elevator courtesy of Nephrite

He was prepared to willingly reveal his identity and hand both himself and his Rainbow Crystals over to Zoisite in order to save Sailor Moon and her friends

The love he shared with Usagi directly led to the manifestation of the Silver Crystal, to the salvation of Chibi-Usa when she'd been brainwashed into Black Lady & the creation of a new weapon and transformation brooch for Usagi in season 3

As Prince Endymion, he went against his own subjects and risked his life to infiltrate the Moon Palace and warn his beloved Serenity that his home planet was going to invade her home

He took not one, not two, but three impalements to protect Sailor Moon's life

More often than not he has acted as reliable emotional support for Usagi and Chibi-Usa, encouraging them, helping them with homework or just being there for them. i.e. he is an imperfect, but ultimately good husband and father. Which is particularly impressive considering he hadn't yet married his wife nor conceived his child.

There are those who might scoff at the latter. Is emotional support really useful? Well, putting aside how the Sailor Moon universe clearly demonstrates how magical power/energy is directly linked to emotions, this is categorically true in the real world as well. There are no end of testimonies from fire fighters, doctors, people who have serious illnesses, or soldiers that the emotional support of thier loved ones have kept them going and kept them alive. So, this is rather useful for our heroine Usagi who's job is that of a Sailor Soldier.

The Outer Senshi

Furthermore, there is an inherent hypocrisy in the 'Mamoru is useless' narrative because such criticisms are never levelled against other characters whose typical role in the narrative are similar to Mamoru's.

The most popular season of the original anime was season 3 (Sailor Moon S) and one of the biggest reasons for that show's popularity were the fan favourite Outer Senshi: Sailors Uranus, Neptune, Pluto and Saturn. Let's exclude Saturn as she wasn't active as a Senshi for most of season 3. Uranus and Neptune's role in the first half of season 3 typically amounted to

Attacking the monster of the day, usually to the same end that Mamoru's rose throws did, i.e. a distraction or last minute save

Swiping the Pure Heart of that episode's victim

Checking it over before concluding it wasn't a Talisman

Leaving, or else at least standing by as Sailor Moon administered her finishing move on the monster of the day

Golly...that seems just as 'useless' as Mamoru now doesn't it? In fact, maybe more so considering they weren't even trying to help Sailor Moon in the first place. In fact, during their second appearance, they unintentionally saved the lives of a powerless Usagi, her friends and an innocent civilian to check a Pure Heart, then uncaringly left them all in danger.

You know who then saved them immediately after that? Mamoru!

Later when he too was overwhelmed by the monster he directly contributed to saving the day as his emotional bond with Usagi generated the Spiral Moon Heart Rod, upgrading Sailor Moon and giving her the power to save everyone.

During the third sub-arc of season 3 (where the recurring villain was Mimet of the Witches 5) Sailor Pluto joined the Outer Senshi's ranks and their role in the typical monster of the day plots became yet more minimal. More than once, the trio literally appeared but did nothing, something that had also happened at least once before Pluto joined the team. Examples include (but are not necessarily limited to) episodes 97 (The Labyrinth of Water – Ami Targeted), 116 (Sunny Skies After a Storm – A Friendship Dedicated to Hotaru) and 118 (Battle Inside the Demonic Space – The Sailor Guardians’ Gamble). In some of these instances the Outers deliberately choose to do nothing.

Barring 2 of the specials mentioned above (one of which was a clip show), the Outer Senshi were wholly absent in season 4/Sailor Moon SuperS. In one of those specials, upon learning that a new threat had arisen Uranus and Neptune...choose to continue their road trip and leave the fighting to Usagi and the others...How...useful???????

They, along with Pluto and Saturn get much more involved during the course of the final season/Sailor Stars. Even then, Saturn only appears in the first few episodes and the last few. Pluto only gets involved in the monster of the day schemes once or twice and Uranus and Neptune three or four times, if that. Whilst Mamoru is barely involved at all in this season, he at least has the excuse of being dead for most of it.

So, the fan favourite Outer Senshi got far LESS involved and were LESS useful than Mamoru typically was in the course of the whole show. In fact, even if we exclude the first two seasons where (exempting Pluto) the Outer Senshi hadn't appeared yet, Mamoru overwhelmingly contributed MORE than the Outer Senshi did.**

The Other Senshi

Much the same can be applied to the Sailor Starlights. The Starlights more often than not actually got MORE involved in fighting the monsters of the day during season 5 than the Outer Senshi did in season 3; or at least they were interested in defusing a direct and active threat to innocent lives. But even they literally showed up and did nothing on at least one occasion.

Whilst the Starlights are nowhere close to the Outer Senshi's popularity, they are also never subjected to the 'they are useless' narrative Mamoru frequently is.

Nor in fact are the Inner Senshi of Sailors venus, Mars, Jupiter and Mercury. Now, whilst it's easy to argue due to their superior screentime, the fact that they often initiate combat with the monster of the day and are generally heavily involved in whatever crisis is happening, that they are obviously more useful than Mamoru is.

And you know what, even including the rare occasions they too show up and do nothing else (or do a last minute save like Mamoru is prone to do) this is perfectly true. It is also perfectly true however that the quartet have rarely ever defeated any monster of the day on their own. The overwhelming majority of the time the Inner Senshi act as a distraction to the Monster of the day or else sufficiently lower its HP so that Sailor Moon can actually beat the monster. That might be more useful than Mamoru's typical contributions, but, call me crazy, it seems like Sailor Moon is doing the lion's share of the work there. So, how 'useful' are the Inner Senshi really if we run by the 'Mamoru is useless' narrative?

If Mamoru is useless so are many if not all of the more popular heroic characters in the series.

But...how useless is Mamoru in the anime compared to the Manga?????????

*Well, one special with three segments, but go with me on this.

**They were mostly absent from season 4 whilst he appeared routinely in that season. Meanwhile, in the season he was mostly absent, they rarely helped out.

Obviously, there are real life writing reasons behind that difference, but my point is why is the fandom not treating the Outer Senshi as 'useless' too?

[brazenautomaton]

powerscaling is stupid in a way applicable to more than just powerscaling. there is maybe a point to this post but it's after a bunch of dumb bullshit you likely don't care about so I am putting it under a cut

got into an argument with a powerscaler on reddit. his argument was "because of these feats dante would mathematically beat homelander since he's so much faster and stronger" and my argument was "that's stupid nothing works like that"

key to his argument was a scene where dante throws his sword off the top of a tower, the sword starts heating up and glowing red in the atmosphere, and then dante runs down the side of the tower and catches up to it. since "re-entry speed" is 17,500 mph, and the sword was heating up from atmospheric re-entry, dante must therefore be capable of running at 17,500 miles per hour

and this is stupid because no he can't. he's not running 17,500 miles per hour in that scene because the tower isn't 300 miles high and he doesn't hit the ground in that scene (he gets swallowed by a flying whale so he can have a level inside a gross flying whale). more to the point he doesn't behave like someone who has the ability to travel at 17,500 miles per hour, because when there are things that he genuinely wants and he's not just fucking around, and the ability to run at 17,500 miles per hour would allow him to get what he wanted, he doesn't do that. the people involved don't behave like it's true.

powerscaling is all about taking one detail, interpreting that detail in isolation, making an inference from that interpretation, then proclaiming it ironclad mathematical truth without checking if it matches up with the actual thing you're talking about and whether people behave like it's true. "one interpretation of this shot is that the sword is experiencing atmospheric re-entry, atmospheric re-entry requires this level of speed, therefore it is traveling at this level of speed regardless of any other indications of what might be happening."

and it's notable to point out in the case of powerscaling because it's not a selfish deception, not a selective presentation to get away with something you want. it's not motivated reasoning to arrive at a predestined conclusion or to dismiss a new upsetting idea. this dude had these numbers ready to go, someone sat down and said "I want to know how fast this guy can go," and then made those inferences, concluded it was 17.5k, and said "well done, this is good information I can use to place this guy on a scale." any theory of this being intentional and self-serving obviously isn't true.

and the reason to point out that this isn't intentional and self-serving is that this problem is also the same problem as a shit-zillion political explanations! make an inference about one detail, work only from that detail, make a conclusion, don't check if it matches anything else.

it's obviously common to conspiracy theories, "this is one explanation for one thing that happened, so it means that happened, and I don't need to look at how it fits into anything else," but it can't be particular to conspiracy theories, since powerscalers aren't conspiracy theorists! you can see how people would engage in motivated reasoning or intentionally decieve you that way, but that's not what powerscalers are doing!

so like that one argument back when hogwarts legacy came out, when what's his face was saying "the game is antisemitic, that is the obvious inference to make based on the promotional material saying the game is about quashing a goblin rebellion" even after being told that the game was out and we didn't have to make inferences about its content, we can see its content, and that's not what's in it; that was this same thing. "I made this inference, i KNOW there is more information that contradicts it, but my inference is true." this is by far from the only political example I could use, you can think of some yourself. and most of them are of the form "if that was true, why do the people involved not act like that was true, even though if it was true they would?"

it's not even confirmation bias or being stubborn, because, like, when you won't change your mind based on new information you generally have a reason you don't think that information is trustworthy. this isn't that! people aren't saying "this is why the other things being contradictory doesn't matter," they are saying "this is a valid inference to draw if we only look at this information, therefore, the inference is true regardless of what other information we have." is there a name for this? is there even a point to making this post? no there isn't

[ach-sss-no]

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Boromir's response to the guard was chosen via poll. I never know what the internet will do, and in this case, the majority chose...

....sane and reasonable, the most surprising possible result on the internet! (boromir is not taking the audacious move of trying to get away with pretending he's not bringing another person into the town; but he is also not trying to explain gollum, which i suspect would only serve to confuse the guard and make gollum anxious.)

Needlessly long minutiae under the cut

I do not like to pick specific dates in this AU because I will get them wrong and I am a coward. But this is meant to be slightly into the Fourth Age.

Gollum has been ring-free and essentially in therapy for 4-5 years. There is related fanfiction if you want his situation explained in excruciating detail; all you need to know is that he's just here and has compellingly shown the other characters that he is no longer a threat. He does need care/supervision and can't be ethically released to the wild (primarily because he does not want to go). He's been living in Minas Tirith, if that wasn't clear.

Frodo has set sail, so I am sorry to say he will not be in this comic unless there are flashbacks to when he was still living on the continent. (Ditto everyone else who was on the boat with him)

This is also long enough post-Scouring that I thought Bree would be getting more relaxed about letting people in again, at least if it's just one dude and one hobbit and there are no visible weapons and they have a letter from Pippin Took, famed anti-bandit local hero. Boromir is still thinking about the bandit problem, though.

Staddle is a suburb of Bree to the east. I know this from LOTRO. If you were in Bree and you saw a hobbit turn up at the east gate, creature known to stay at home and not live east of the Misty Mountains, a hobbit, you would probably assume he was coming in from Staddle and not... Gondor, a place a zillion miles away that you've possibly never heard of, where there are no hobbits.

This is the website I got 'ramreth' from and if the site is accurate (it looks accurate) it literally does mean 'wall climber'. I'm not really a conlangs person <_<;

"I had a chance but did not take it" = In this universe where Boromir lives (and is ambulatory/can travel), Boromir was given the offer to travel with the other Fellowship members all the way to Bree if desired, but he left the group earlier than that for personal reasons (chiefly, not wanting another extended absence from Gondor) (but now he regrets that because it turns out there was bandits and also he had more limited opportunity to see certain people again in this life than he realized)

Anyway, if you read all that. Here's a poll, as a treat

[stabbyfoxandrew]

happy Wednesday <3 mafia restaurant my beloved?

WIP Wednesday (6/5) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 168)

Andrew thinks on it for a moment. It’s not like he’s got anyone waiting for him in Colorado. Nicky has flown back to Germany and Aaron lives a zillion miles away, in Connecticut. So he has no real reason— Well, the cats are there. But those little assholes don’t really need him since his neighbor has been taking care of them. He supposes could always text and ask her to watch them a bit longer. After all, she adores them. So, she wouldn’t mind… Right?

There’s no harm in asking. Andrew yanks his phone out of his pocket and taps out a message.

Andrew Would you be alright with watching Frick and Frack a little longer? Ella Of course. How much longer? Andrew Not sure yet. Ella Oh. Well, either way I don’t mind. I love these furballs. Andrew Thanks. Ella Just don’t be sad when they get used to me and want me to stick around. Andrew You would steal my children? Ella In a heartbeat. Did you see the photo I sent of Frack in your laundry basket? I think he misses you. :( Andrew So he’s rolling in my filth. Disgusting. Ella It’s adorable. They miss their papa. Andrew Tell them ‘papa’ misses them too.

[zuzsenpai]

Full story (so far) of the work project from hell that's lost me vacation time, lost me sleep and hair, caused a number of panic attacks, and literally gave me my period when I'm not supposed to have periods and haven't had one in a year and a half.

I'll put it under a cut because I'm sure most of you don't want to read all this shit. I just wanted to vent and get it out.

So around the beginning of September, a video project request came into our office. The way it was explained to us by the project coordinator in marketing (who I will call "Sam"), was that it was going to be a TV spot as part of a big campaign that the CEO is requesting. The topic is letting people know that our healthcare network has a zillion awards for all 15 of our hospitals, compared to the other healthcare network in our area (this is a VERY common marketing strategy for us even though it's been proven the public does not give a shit which network has the most awards). It's a very dull "look at us and our awards and stats" video that, again, the public couldn't give a shit about. But the CEO wants it because ego.

We were told the video needed to be produced in two weeks, because the CEO wants to see the campaign ASAP. This means, for my team, that we don't have time to shoot new footage for this campaign. We were given a pretty mediocre script (we do not write the scripts), with directions to get it professionally voiced and to use old footage we've already shot in order to get this done in time.

That's where I became involved. I'm not a videographer (I do the animations and various other things). I know how to edit, and I know how to edit fast. But if this were a piece we had time for (that had a much better script), our video team of FOUR videographers would have handled this. But I got the project because of the bullshit reasons that I "know where all our footage is" and "can edit fast".

This was a week before I was supposed to go on vacation. I was supposed to go on vacation for a week and a half. My manager (who I will call "Betsy") KNEW I was going on vacation, but she still gave me the project. I know I should have given it to the video team and that point, but I didn't. That was my first and biggest mistake.

The higher-ups in marketing took their sweet ass time choosing an ending tagline and creating graphic design elements I could use in my video. I still didn't have them by the end of that week. We had our voiceover guy record half a dozen taglines that were supposed to be chosen from, just so something could be eventually edited in.

I had a draft that didn't include the tagline or graphic design elements ready by the end of the week. Meaning the day before I went on vacation. My second and almost just as big mistake was saying I would work on it over vacation. But honestly, this was for the CEO, and the VP of marketing hadn't approved my raise yet and I am always feeling like I would be the first on the chopping block if we needed to downsize the department. So I wanted to prove myself.

Anyway, while I was on vacation, I kept all the channels open: Teams, Outlook, etc. I had a VERY hard time relaxing because I knew at any moment I'd have to pick this project up. I also have massive burnout and just could not get myself to chill out. Anyway, a couple things happened by Thursday of that week: the tagline was finally chosen, the script changed and a whole 20 seconds was added to the video, and the graphic design elements came in. Keep in mind the project was supposed to have been done in two weeks. Meaning by the literal NEXT DAY. That wasn't happening at this point, so I was given a new deadline of a first draft by the following Wednesday.

I scrambled to coordinate the voiceover guy coming in again even though I couldn't be there. I scrambled even harder to find 20 more seconds of footage while I was over 100 miles away and had incredibly slow access to our video server. In fact, I could barely view or download video at all. I panicked for DAYS trying to get video downloaded, but it was just NOT happening.

I cut my vacation short and got in by Tuesday morning that next week. I had a single day to figure this video out. I was able to manage it by the skin of my teeth. I sent the draft on Wednesday and eventually heard back that Sam, the VP of marketing (who I will call "Ken"), and a few other higher-ups in marketing loved it. Great. The end!

Except the Chief Strategy Officer (Ken's boss), suddenly needed to approve it. I will call him "Ray". So Ray is new at his job and apparently needs to have his fingers in ever single piece of marketing that comes out of the marketing department. This is the opposite of how the old guy who retired used to do it. Ray is also the CEO's son-in-law. So, a Jared Kushner if you will. He's trying to prove himself and in the process, he is micromanaging to the extreme. But also it takes him forever to make decisions. Great combination there, all around.

It takes Ray over a week to even look at the video, during which I start getting other projects with quick deadlines. And when Ray does look at it, he comes back with the unhelpfully vague comments of "it's unsophisticated", "doesn't look like a sleek big city ad" and "is not emotional". So he rejects it and asks for a completely new video to be done, ASAP. Marketing collectively loses their minds in a bad way. The project coordinator (Sam) decides to inform me of this by immediately sending me an email outlining everything that was "wrong" with the video, despite having originally said he loved it. He told me a new one needed to be done and it needed to be done FAST. It needed to look like a polished, high budget, big city ad.

Well that wasn't getting done. I told him this. He didn't care. Ray gets what he wants. Even though Ray did NOT say that's what he wanted from the beginning. Even though I made a good video based on the shitty script I was given. The script that was supposedly approved by Ray himself. The script that had no story, was unemotional, and given an unreasonable deadline to get produced into a video.

This was last Thursday. I had a breakdown in my office, sobbing and hyperventilating. I decided I would finally bring in the video team. I needed one of them to do this. I needed to be done with it. I had 4 other projects with deadlines fast approaching (all of them animations, so I was the only one who could do them). Betsy called an in-person meeting with her, myself, and the 4 videographers.

I was still having a massive panic attack as I tried extremely hard to be normal in that meeting. I tried my best to explain to the team what I needed. The videographers were super angry on my behalf that I was even given the project in the first place, and they were extremely willing to redo the video from the ground up. I was grateful beyond belief. My video was scrapped, which sucks, but I didn't care at that point

A few days later on the following Monday (this past Monday), around 4PM, I was told that Ken decided we were going to go over Ray's head and "just edit the video we already have into a sleek, emotional, big city ad". Using the same script and most of the same footage. Just "make it better". Ken's reasoning was that this video was for the CEO and not Ray. And the CEO wanted it weeks ago.

Because this was an update to the existing video, Betsy informed me that I had to jump back on the project to make the edits. The edits that were a nebulous "make it better". I knew the project already and I can edit quickly. So it's mine again. Again, I had 4 other projects with deadlines of THIS WEEK. I had to send emails apologizing to a few people for not having the projects done.

So I spent Monday evening (at home) and all of Tuesday (yesterday) fucking around with the video. I asked the video team their thoughts on what would make it better and "sleeker", and they came back with things like "no amount of tricks and transitions is going to make that old footage look any better". So, unhelpful as fuck. Sam just kept saying "use tricks from big city ads! Just copy them! make it emotional!"

I did what I could. I found an emotional song, I used some flashy transitions, I slowed down some footage for dramatic effect, and I found a few pieced of stock footage that looked more "polished" than the footage I had. Granted ALL of the footage I originally used was local. It was our hospitals and our doctors and our staff. It just wasn't shot for this video. I tried to keep as much of that local feel in as possible, because I know the CEO likes that. I neglected projects for this. I stressed about this. Couldn't sleep. Got my fucking period after a year and a half on birth control.

I sent out a draft at 3PM yesterday. To Sam and Ken. Didn't hear back, but that's pretty normal (Ken sends work emails at like 10PM). 4:30 rolled around and I got up to leave. Betsy called me into her office as I passed by.

Betsy: I have something I need to tell you.

Me: ?????

Betsy: This morning Ken told me that we farmed your project out to [freelance video production company that we sometimes use].

Me: I'm sorry what.

Betsy: I didn't tell you because I didn't want it to upset you or hurt your feelings.

Me: But... then why did I work the project all day????

Betsy: Because I think we needed to show Ken what we are capable of.

Me: But that's irrelevant. He asked the other company to do it.

Betsy: Yes but I think he really wanted us to do it.

Me: So I sent a draft to Ken after he'd already farmed it out to the other company?

Betsy: Yes. But I sent him an email explaining it.

I didn't know what to say. I was furious. But Betsy is in charge of asking Ken for my raise, so I waited until I got to my car to start crying and screaming. I was in a bad state last night.

Got in this morning to an email from Ken just saying "Please find time to discuss tomorrow afternoon". So essentially a "see me after class". This could go one of three ways.

He could tell me he likes it and here are a few edits (unlikely, though he DID like the original and it's not too different from that?????)

He could tell me it needs a lot of work and changes and I need to do it ASAP (likely and stressful)

He could get mad I wasted my time, which is entirely Betsy's fault (likely and gets Betsy in a load of trouble)

The meeting with him is at 3PM tomorrow. I'm working from home because I need it at this point. I'm so sick of this. I'm so done. I'm even done typing about it right now because I am just so out of steam. I have so many deadlines and I'm so burnt out and I am so exhausted.

[ckret2]

Per requests a few months back, I did say if I ever wrote something I thought I might cut, I'd post it here. So here, have a free scene: the first appearance of the Henchmaniacs, post Bill's death.

Ultimately, I will keep this scene; but as it's currently written I think it's about twice as long and half as interesting as it needs to be, so probably I'm going to tighten and polish it a lot to say the same stuff, but faster.

But that's a lot of words liable to be removed, so y'all get to see it as is before I start trimming it down.

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"We should bail on this dump," Pyronica said, standing on one of the many edges of the Quadrangle of Qonfusion, staring out at the Nightmare Realm. The light of swirling neon-acidic cotton candy nebulas threatened to overpower the much smaller light of her limb flames. "Let's be real: this place wasn't our fortress, it was Bill's. I'm sick of this place. If you can call it a place." She gestured out at the roiling bile lights. Her movement, like the flap of a butterfly's wing creating a hurricane, was enough to set off crackles of lightning millions of miles long in the faraway distance. "All it'd take is a hard sneeze to knock the whole realm down."

Huddled on a nearby wall, staring out at the chaos with Pyronica, Paci-Fire said solemnly, "I want to stay, Mother. The Nightmare Realm might not be a 'place' to you, but it is the only home I've ever known."

"Probably one of my worst life decisions," Pyronica muttered. "You've never had a chance to know another home, Paci. You'd like living in a real dimension if you gave it a shot!"

"No." Paci-Fire crossed his arms. "I don't want to."

"At least think about it." Pyronica gestured again into the distance. "There's nothing to do around here! You've got to travel like a zillion light years to get to any dimensions worth visiting. You like destroying moons so much—wouldn't it be nice to live somewhere that has moons? Instead of going on a road trip to another dimension every time you want to drive a civilization to extinction?"

"And then what would we do? Go to our home inside that same dimension? Wait in front of the fireplace for the authorities to come knocking at our door?" A side-effect of growing up in the Henchmaniacs was that Paci-Fire regarded The Authorities as a nebulous bogeyman of a force that was as spiteful as the devil himself and personally out to get him and all his family and friends. "No, Mother. I do not wish to cower in the dark corners of—" his lower mouth sneered around his pacifier, "civilized dimensions, nor flee from one to the next every time the authorities catch our trail. There is nowhere safer for us than the Nightmare Realm."

"We're just cowering outside civilized dimensions if we stay here," Pyronica said. Paci-Fire's red eyes flared brighter, and Pyronica playfully tugged his horn. "We can easily find a dimension as primitive as 46'\ without any organized interstellar law and order. And it'd be worth it just to live somewhere with consistent physics."

"I am contented with the inconsistent physics," Paci-Fire said sulkily.

"Paci, it took you fifty years longer than most kids to learn how to walk," Pyronica said. "You don't have to be afraid of the authorities in other dimensions—"

"Mother! I know no fear."

"Well," Pyronica said. "You don't have to be wary of them, then. I got by fine before joining Bill out here! Most of us did! And we can get by fine again! Zan," Pyronica kicked off the ground to float up level with the next floor, where several Henchmaniacs were playing a video game, "you still have worshippers in your home dimension, right? Aren't you still getting offerings?"

Zanthar shrugged noncommittally.

"They've still got legends of you, you can whip them back in shape in no time. Keyhole, you've got family—"

Without looking away from the screen, where he was losing hideously, Keyhole muttered, "I'm not moving back in with my mom."

"I'm not talking about your mom, stupid, what about your sisters?" 

Keyhole winced, though it was hard to tell whether it was from Pyronica's question or from getting killed in the game. "I don't know... Bill and I were talking about them once, and I realized they're as bad as Mom was. Bill said  probably the only reason they didn't treat me as bad is because they never got the opportunity—"

"Who cares what Bill said," Pyronica snapped. "Bill's dead! We don't have to listen to him anymore!"

"Hear hear," 8 Ball muttered; but he couldn't throw in anything else, lest Zanthar blow him up and win the match.

Pyronica said, "Face it: the only reason we didn't leave this place millennia ago is because Bill couldn't leave. None of us even like the stupid Quadrangle!"

Sliding around the bottom edge of a staircase to its top side, Amorphous Shape said, "Excuse us."

Pyronica rolled her eye and immediately amended herself, "Nobody except Bill's 2D groupies like the Quadrangle."

Miffed, Morph asked, "What's wrong with it?"

"What's—?!" She gestured wildly at the feat of geometry-breaking architecture, walls and columns and floors and stairs that connected in impossible ways. "Morph, the physics are wrong with it! You can't look at it without getting vertigo! Look at that staircase, it shouldn't be able to go there!"

"It's like that on purpose, it's a shortcut."

"That's not the point!"

"It doesn't give us vertigo," Morph said defensively. They slithered up the stairs to the video gamers and peeled off the floor to looked at Hectorgon. "Does it give you vertigo?"

"No, I'm fine."

"What about you, Kryptos?"

There was no reply.

"Krypt?" Morph slid down a column and unfolded questioningly around a corner.

Kryptos was in the rec room, lounging on Bill's stupid tacky optical illusion throne with the fabric of reality upholstery, staring out a window (or skylight, depending on your point of perspective).

Morph said, "Bill's gonna be furious you're using his throne."

"Whatever. Z's already spilled time punch on the armrest." Kryptos pointed at the patch of reality on the armrest that was out of chronological synch with the rest of the throne.

"He's not gonna be furious," Pyronica said. "He's not gonna be anything because he's dead. He died. D-E-A-D."

"He's not." And suddenly Morph were in Pyronica's face, a flurry of shapes and lines and piercing slitted eyes. "If Bill was dead, the whole dimension would be falling apart even faster, we're sure of it—"

"So let's bail while we can—"

"—but it's not speeding up," they said. "We've been taking regular readings for months, and if anything, its unraveling is slowing down. That would been impossible if he was dead, he's instrumental to holding the Nightmare Realm together—"

"Unless he lied about that, and he was actually making everything worse," Pyronica said. "I'm sick of your stupid 'readings,' it was your 'readings' that said 46'\ was perfect to take over! Was that stupid barrier part of your readings?!"

"That barrier was extremely localized, there's no way we could have detected—"

"The portal was right in the middle of it!"

8 Ball groaned as Zanthar whittled away the last of his HP and tossed his controller at the TV. The TV squealed in fear. He leaned through a window that opened into the rec room below and said, "If Bill is alive, that's just another reason to get out of the Nightmare Realm! Leave before he gets back! He can play king in this dump by himself."

Paci-Fire said, "Surely, you do not mean that. Were Bill still around..."

"No! No, I do mean it! The only reason we stayed here is because everyone's too starstruck or too scared to ditch him! Not anymore! If his flat-brained cultists wanna wait for him, fine! But why do we all gotta stay?"

"Hey!" Hectorgon rounded on 8 Ball. "Who're you calling flat, pinhead—?"

Kryptos tuned out the argument upstairs/next door as 8 Ball and Hectorgon started brawling. Who were they kidding? Nobody was leaving. Maybe 8 Ball, he'd tried to split four or five times before crawling back, but Kryptos didn't care about him anyway. Bill had always been right about him, he was too selfish to care about the rest of the gang but too stupid to make it on his own. They'd taken in losers like that before and it had never been a big loss when they left. But no one else would leave. Where would they go?

Where could they go?

Morph and Hect were desperate to hear from Bill. And truth be told, so was Kryptos: he was firmly in favor of staying in the Quadrangle just in case Bill casually floated back in one day, and he was willing to do anything they could think of to try to get him back. How could he not following even the thinnest thread of hope? But he didn't really believe Bill was out there. He'd been gone too long, and Kryptos couldn't imagine anything less catastrophic than Bill's destruction could have caused the complete collapse of the rift into 46'\ and the reversal of Weirdmageddon.

And yet Kryptos was still here, and still willing to look, because there was nothing else to do. What could they do if Bill was really gone? Bill was gonna get the shapes a new home. He was the only one who could do it. They'd held fast to that hope for a trillion years—who were they without it? Kryptos sure didn't know.

And then Kryptos got a call from Earth.

[fractallogic]

Finally reading a thriller that I’ve been wanting to read for a WHILE because its ebook version was finally freed from Amazon and. uh. it’s not great

WHICH IS AS EXPECTED tbh, because it’s one of those that had a deal with Amazon for the sole rights of the ebook version (it’s supposedly published by a small publisher, but all of the typos and very mediocre writing SCREAM “I did it myself”, plus the author is apparently known for being a fast writer?? Which like… isn’t necessarily a good thing, guys!)

You Shouldn’t Have Come Here starts out like a forced proximity romance novel with weird things happening, and they’re just sort of thrown at you like WOW ISNT THIS WEIRD and then completely ignored. It keeps being like “Grace sat with the ominous feeling she had” and I’m like what feeling. You described that she was having a nice time with her Airbnb host/crush. There was a “woman’s scream” that was explained away by being a fox (normal), and then that doesn’t get mentioned again for like fifty+ pages. Also in Wyoming? Coyotes are infinitely more common for eating chickens than raccoons are. I literally never saw a raccoon until I was in college in Southern California, but boy did I ever see a ZILLION coyotes and foxes growing up in colorado (ON A RANCH, EVEN) and visiting Wyoming. Also a horse bucking and a horse rearing are two VERY different things, and you absolutely would not get a brand new rider to trot a few minutes into a ride, especially when you’re not on a trail and there are a ton of things that could spook a horse (including an unfamiliar rider). Also why does his eye dialect keep changing and/or just going away. (It’s because you’re a shitty writer.)

And listen I was so frustrated with this exercise from high school, but its worth has been shown to me OVER AND OVER AND OVER—we had to write a journal without using the verb “to be” in any of its conjugations. This meant we had to work hard to vary our word choice and sentence types and all kinds of descriptors. Jeneva Rose would benefit from this exercise.

All I can hear is Mrs. Clark, my creative writing teacher my first year, who made her students do the “to be” exercise, yelling about sentence structure. Like idk, just take some kind of creative writing class. Get an editor who doesn’t know you and then listen to their feedback. Get ANY kind of feedback from people who aren’t your friends or your fans and listen to it.

Anyway I’m gonna keep reading it to see what the Big Twist(tm) is because if it is what I think it is, I’m seeing it coming from a mile away (or 30% of the way into the book, which, same diff).

[deatherella]

DownTownies

I bet you all saw that coming from a mile away.

Poindexter has gotten himself into a fine pickle, hasn't he? What's he going to do about it?

Frances knows what she's going to do about it. First off, she'll go by the old adage, "the way to man's heart is through his stomach."

Attila asked Lora to move in so he wouldn't have to quite so all alone anymore. They had a little dinner party - featuring salad - with Mom and one of the zillion Cameron/Camryn-s running amuk in my game.

Enzo has been busy setting up his life but not much pic-worthy stuff. He made good friends with The Slob. A couple promotions later and he bought The House of Fallen Trees. I was trying to get the Tricou's on the lot resurrected but it came up saying Gvaudin was resurrected on another lot and my game crashed when I tried to walk to lot to find her and bring her home. She was listed as part of the household too on the ui. I think I'll try just putting the resurrection potion by Fricorith's grave next time. The Poppycock kids that are friends with any of the Teens are all back home so I can't get a Teen teen to move into this house to do the resurrecting as of yet.

[one-blaze-of--glory]

Howard the duck's mother: my poor son... taken from us too soon... he could've had such a wonderful life but all that was taken from him...

*meanwhile Howard zillions of miles away having hot interspecies sex with his gf*

[senor-plume]

The Mistake I Made With Flo

I drank her voice in and looking back on it now (these many years later) I know that I went and made a massive mistake by not taking her up on her offer

she was to house me and let me work my magic with the typewriter in her home along with the hamsters and the fantastic skyline

I was in the middle of my three year lost weekend and would crack those bottle open at the exact second the clock hand hit seven

and drink I did until I passed out and always woke up sick and needing to go to my classroom to teach the children and get some money in my pocket which I used to buy more beer more smokes the rent and so on

she offered to let me in to stay for a while and slam the shit out of that old ancient typewriter …which I would have done if I was brave enough to leave everything behind and really concentrate on the art of the poem and her

she, whom breathes in the Chicago air everyday and does the hair of strangers and makes them look like a zillion dollars (my hair too was offered to come and get some well deserved attention)

now, looking back on that very strange part of my life I know I made a mistake choosing what I did

but maybe …and this helps me feel a bit better about it… maybe she was better off without my presence there that perhaps she got her life all in order and did succeed with her goals and aspirations

I don’t know but it all ended suddenly (which was my fault) and I was without her

..without our nightly distant sex

without our collaboration as the beer went down and the words popped up

I missed her hard, her gift of the word and her jolly good sense of humor she being one of the few people who can make me laugh aloud (not even the best of comedies can make me laugh heartily like I did with her)

and so I sit here still far away from her by the miles but she’s never been too far from my chest or head and I write this one with her face blazing in my shut eyes and I see her dressed up for Halloween as Flo taking orders and carrying a bottle of wine around with her like a security blanket

so my dear woman forgive the stupidity that I personified back then I was a cunt and I know it don’t think that I have forgiven myself

I haven’t as I sit here with my Smiths record going in circles and Morrissey, along with Shelia are taking their bows and I just tripped off the stage like a asshole

don’t get up I don’t deserve your helping hand

not at all

[jacks-tracks]

Christmas blog 2024

The decorations have been up since Halloween(or Dia de Muertos here). Flashing lights, inflated santas, crepe paper streamers, phew, what a commercial show!

The nursery are crammed with thousands of poinsettias, gorgeous colour display. Pilgrims go way back into the hill towns to venerate a black virgin represented by a tiny doll in a glass case, and I recall in the remote hills of Guatemala a church filled with worshipers walking on their knees up the aisle to kiss the glass case containing a full sized body of a black Christ. Really black. After all, how likely is it that Christ was white with blond hair and a scruffy beard? Was,nt he Jewish? Enough religion...

In Puerto the booming economy sees the 4 lane through highway crammed with vehicles. No donkeys here, replaced by a zillion motorcycles, usually driven by helmetless drivers in flipflops and shorts. they zoomup the inside of the stalled traffic just like in the orient. It,s common to see gringos with bandaged knees and casts. There,s a rush hour! Traffic stalls at the traffic lights , backed up for 1 kilometer and crawling down the hill. Nobody honks or drives too wildly, except the collectivo drivers who attempt to reach escape velocity and fly over the crowd. Taxis take the backroads, sometimes going so far inland as to nesecitate crossing dry streambeds. The infrastructure has not been upgraded in years, so the sewers are burping(phew!), pavements crumbling(pouring cement on sand seems to be a failure),The power supply seems to be holding up, but the telecom service is sketchy, with a total town wide failure for 8 hours of all systems. No internet, no cash machines, no phones, no ecash registers. Cash only, chaos, as all Puerto depends on e -telecoms. Supplys of propane are shorted, Some issue with production and a local delivery company failed. The remaining supplier-Gas de Oaxaca- runs delivery trucks which broadcast their arrival with a recorded catchy tune and a cow moo-loud! In short, Puerto has overrun it,s infrastructure as the population outstrips the supply of water, power and transportation.

Back at casa Dan, my next door neighbour had a stroke. There is a well staffed and equipped hospital, but a massive stroke is final. After 3 days in care he was brought home to Dans to die. I helped the Ambulance men carry the stretcher in,all I could do as he weighed 250 pounds. A retired nurse from USA gave him care, he was medicated and slipped away in his wife's arms the same night. It took 6 of us to carry him out to the hearse. Cremation, with the usual Mexican screwups, like wrong name on forms and no extra forms to replace them. There was a well attended memorial gathering at his favorite bar, which he had held up for 30 years. 80 people(I knew only 8, from Casa dans) and food provided. there were 3 desserts and I tried all three. Sugar rush! no sleep all night!

Back on Lasqueti, the winter weather has been horrible. Storm after storm, record rainfall and gales between storms(peak wind 100 mph!) Days are 8 hours long and soggy. Here I,m whining because we had 3 days of clouds and an overnight rain/thunder storm and temps dropped to 22 at night. Back to 30 in the day, 23 at night with a refreshing cool wind at night off the Sierra Madre mountains, and a stiff sea breeze onshore by 10 am.

I connected with my old buddy Jimmy Tortuga the lucky fisherman, and he arranged a boat for deep sea fishing. 4 men , a good captain and a spiffy boat, with excellent gear. 10 miles out, fast trolling with 6 lines out , baited lures with hootchies. It was an hour before the first fish hit and it was a 15 kilo sailfish,leaping wildly and struggling to escape. A second smaller sailfish we released. It was my turn and a stripped Marlin hit hard. Stripped 100 meters of line out and oddly enough a second Marlin started leaping 100 meters off to port. I"ve caught lots of big fish but this one took all I had. 20 minutes of reeling, gaining a bit then another run and no gain. Finally I just held the rod up and let him fight the fiberglass. My left arm was aching, and reeling was pretty well impossible against the steady pull. I almost passed the rod to a younger guy, but pride kept me at it. Finally after one half hour the fish eased up and I reeled it to the boat. No nets or gaffs, the captain puts on gloves, grabs the beak, and hauls the fish inboard. 30 kilos! The biggest salmon I ever caught was 25 kilos so this was a personal record. After cleaning ,my share was 15 pounds of meat, and the freezer is stuffed. I shared fish with my neighbours, and the hotel cats helped. Marlin steaks lightly poached are delicious, the texture of pork, red meat that cooks to white, and no fishy flavour.

Not sure what all that has to do with Christmas!? I guess this is just a catch up blog. I,m still sending flower pictures daily to the folks back home, and after 6 weeks there a re no duplicates. My daily morning 1 hour walk usually produces a new bloom. Most of the flowers are domestic, with some escapees. Poinsettias seem to be the flower of choice , but the mercado flower stalls are banked with every kind you can imagine. All imported, some wildly fragrant. A walk through the 20 stall corridor is aroma therapy.

New Years Eve tonight. As usual I will set an alarm and get up to see the fireworks from the terraza. At home it looks to be a super party at the hall, with a 12 person Marimba orchestra, a local very hot rock band and all night DJ,s. I,d go if I were there.

[lindsaystravelblogs5]

Days 51-52 Wednesday/Thursday, 23, 24 October

Wednesday (Happy Birthday Deanne!)

As I said, we tried to find the pub with the Cornish music but gave up after a frustrating half hour.   We then drove to Cadgwith Cove, a few clicks away.  We were met at the gate by a fairly officious National Trust guy, instructing us where to park our ‘big rig’ and emphasising the need to pay for parking.  We parked, and Heather paid, and we set off on a loop walk that the notice board indicated was about half an hour - if you happened to be an Olympic athlete at the peak of your career.  It was quite a long hilly walk, but we made it to the bottom of the mountain, where the outgoing tide still had the sea boiling.  There was a little cafe there, so we bought a hot chocolate each to ward off the cold, and started back up after we felt refreshed enough to tackle the climb.   We finally got back to the car after an hour and forty minutes, really glad to be able to sit and relax for a few minutes.   I was expecting the burly gatekeeper to ask for more parking fees, but we avoided him by exiting via a different road.

We then went to The Lizard, a quaint town and the southernmost point of Cornwall (and the UK).   Heather has been hanging out for fish and chips for weeks, preferably, but hopelessly not, wrapped in newspaper, but it is almost impossible to find it other than in a posh restaurant in the evening - nobody offers it during the day.  We ended up in a fifteenth century pub, The Witch Ball, the southernmost pub in the UK.   I had a truly revolting local beer, and Heather had a gin and tonic - except that the tonic was sweet lemonade.  But we shared a decent-sized pasty that was really excellent.  The pub served drinks and was in partnership with the adjacent seafood restaurant that only serves fish one night a week.  All food served at the pub came from the seafood restaurant – at least their pasties were large and luscious – but no chips.

We tried to visit the nearby lighthouse, but our car was too big for their carpark - or maybe they reckoned they could fleece two drivers for the parking fee in the space we would have needed.

We drove on to Porthleven and drove along one side of the harbour wharf.   Amazingly, we got a parking spot so got out and took a few photos before turning around and retracing our steps to the other side of the harbour.  We drove the length of the harbour and out of town at the end but navigating the half kilometre through the crowds of absent-minded (death-wish?) pedestrians was a minor challenge.  

We decided to go on to Falmouth (and I may well have been characterised as a Foulmouth by the time we escaped that one).   As usual, getting past the roadworks on the edge of town was fraught, but the town was far worse.  Tiny lanes, one-way streets, thousands of pedestrians, no hope of a car park - we just needed to get out of there double quick.

We couldn’t get home fast enough but we made it through Helston (for about the tenth time) just in time for George and Mildred to descend on us as we parked.

Thursday

Firstly, a little about the traffic - at least the vehicles.  I have not seen a B-double anywhere.  There are very few 22-wheelers, a few more 18-wheelers, quite a lot of small trucks, but most commercial and industrial transport seems to be done in small 4- or 6-wheeled vans, not dissimilar from our camper.  We have seen a surprising number of ambulances, fortunately very few with lights and sirens, and about a zillion very tiny cars.   Most people seem to have learned that family sedans are just far too big for the road infrastructure here, although they all seem more than capable of driving at a hundred miles per hour.  

Irrespective of the speed limit, we are always the slowest vehicle on the road.  I think I have passed fourteen vehicles in well over three thousand kilometres - three of them bikes, and two of them being a car towing a trailer loaded with the largely decomposed relic of a vintage Morris Minor.   On the other hand, I have been passed by about a hundred thousand vehicles every day during this period – of which about six per day were even close to compliance with the prevailing speed limit.   I feel like the Pied Piper with my long trailing retinue of impatient followers, or maybe the head of a comet with its attendant devotees tailing away into the far distance.  Very often, I can’t see the car behind me because it is slipstreaming me so closely that I dare not brake for fear of it ending up in the back of the campervan.  It would often be nice to cruise along, looking for a layby to park and look around, or just let the hordes roar past, but it is very rarely possible.  

We had an example today where, by navigational error, or the app just playing up as it does a dozen times a day, we were in a lane less than two metres wide when our van is 2.3 metres.  We scratched and scraped along for a couple of miles, horrified at the probable damage, with another van hard on our heels trying to pass. Yesterday, we were in a lane quite close to the caravan park when a car approached us and tried to pass.  The other driver urged me to pull further over but I ended up rammed hard against the stone wall with the other car half a centimetre away.  I think he could probably have squeezed through but, with very bad grace, he chose to back off a couple of hundred metres to a place where we could pass a little more easily.   

We drove to Penzance today, but I think all the pirates were on holiday - or maybe out at sea raping and pillaging.  There were many thousands of tourists and others, crowding the port area as we tried to get through, so the pirates probably couldn’t have got ashore anyway.  Like most places, we thought it might be nice to visit, perhaps to go for a stroll, have lunch or a drink, but that is simply not possible - there was no possible place to stop.   I have no idea how all those people got there, where they parked, or what bus they caught, but England is definitely not a place for touring with a vehicle.  We escaped without much damage, apart from our shattered nerves, and went on to another little place Rick Stein has often mentioned.  It is Mousehole - pronounced mouz-ll, a bit like the mouzzle of a gun. It was a tiny bit more bearable, and we found a park well out of town along the cliff drive and gathered our wits before turning around and heading to St Ives.  As I was going to St Ives, I met a man who might well have had a wife or seven, but we didn’t stop to chat.  

Later, when we were in St Ives, the GPS led us into a very narrow, and progressively narrowing lane, crowded with pedestrians, and no way back.  We got to a point where we had to turn left and found that the hypotenuse of the van was microscopically greater than the available space to turn, so we literally had to scrape the side of the van along the corner of a building to get around.  (Many houses and buildings abut the roads all over the UK and even in relatively open areas, there is always a building or three that protrudes into the laneway, substantially narrowing an otherwise navigable pathway.)   Physically, in this case, there was no alternative.  The damage was not great but there was simply no other way to navigate the corner.  Another expensive experience that we didn’t want.   (Repair cost for the very minor scratch was eventually assessed at thirteen hundred and twenty pounds – just over $2600 Aussie dollars – much more than the vehicle was worth in our view.)

As usual, once the stress became unbearable, we headed for home via the fastest and least frustrating route we could find, in this case, north to Redruth, south to the ubiquitous Helston, and hence to our digs at Little Trethvas.

[resmarted]

considered not voting bc I feel it's insulting to call this oligarchy a democracy plus I had to go all the way back to my old neighborhood to do it which now feels seven zillion miles away (it always did. it's so far from everything and I forgot about the nightmare train from hell which is crazy bc its my main bitching point) but I am maximizing the experience with a margarita and multiple open mics that no one is going to bc everyone is on edge watching for poll results which probably won't be in until tomorrow like it even matters this country is so ret☆rded and hopeless NOT that I am a bummer or anything

[travelbuddysindia]

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As you attain the top of the Meesapulimalai, the view downhill is simply going to take your breath away for a moment. And if it is cloudy, you get to kiss the clouds. They just skim-skip via you. On top of all of it, status atop the second maximum top in South India is a sense that you experience most effectively whilst you triumph over the majestic Meesapulimalai.

3. Thoovanam Waterfalls Trek

forty-five km away from Munnar city is the Thoovanam Waterfalls. Situated amidst the Chinnar Wildlife Sanctuary, the falls are extensive and an ideal spot to spend some quality time. However, reaching these falls is not easy, you have to trek your way through the jungle of Chinnar for around 2 hours, and a few people may additionally even take three hours. The place is a storehouse of various species of birds, that's why it might please the chook watchers as properly.

The nice time to go to is in June when this region houses hundreds of thousands of butterflies and you're dealt with vivid shades of nature.

4. Lakshmi Hills Trek

This is one of the famous and simplest treks in Munnar. It is a small, tender, short-period trek and therefore is usually recommended to all. This is suggestible for those who would like to have a short trek in Munnar. Again, a guide is recommended for the most fun, as he might take you along the nice trek routes.

Trek generally starts offevolved from the Hydel park [3 km from Munnar town]. A forty-minute trek alongside the Tea Plantations might take you to the pinnacle. They might then walk via the ridge location. On their left, you can see verdant grasslands even as directly to the right are miles of tea plantations. Next up two and a half hours [In some cases, 3 hours] very well interesting hike down through the thick sholas and Coffee- Cardamom plantations might take you to the completing factor [5 km from Munnar town] of the Lakshmi Hills trek.

5. Cycling

This is meant for folks who love pedaling their way through an unknown nation-state. Munnar is a photo-ideal desire for them. Its hilly terrain, stupendous points of interest all around, and the great cool climate could preserve your power tiers excessively and fill your heart with recollections that close a lifetime. Hop on a mountain motorbike and pedal via the lush green tea plantations, and villages and do some off-road biking as well.

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