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New Post has been publisned on ERASERHOOD:

Walking the Eraserhood at Picnic and Booze Art Show

(https://eraserhood.com/2022/12/13/walking-the-eraserhood-at-picnic-and-booze-art-show/)

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Invasive Species Radio Ep. 2

[the-professional-cocomeloner]

Augusnippets Day 3: (The Annual Sommerville) Blizzard (of 1999)

Joan has a sleepover at Lynn's. The universe has a surprise for them when they wake up.

content warnings: - swearing - foreshadowing that comes into your home and stabs you 37 times in the chest /silly

(link to Ao3 version here)

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It hit overnight. They’d had no time to prepare, no herald carrying a forewarning of the storm approaching, nothing but the sight of a changed landscape when the sun finally dragged itself up and illuminated the new day’s shape. 

“Aw, fuck,” Joan muttered, having crawled out of her sleeping bag and gone to get a better look outside. There was a layer of frost on the window; a dizzying, kaleidoscopic matrix of ice layered over glass, the pattern’s edges tapering off in what almost looked like thousands of tiny teeth. Nothing beyond a few feet of the house was visible through the howling, impenetrable swirling snow on the other side of the window. This was it: Sommerville’s annual Blizzard (yes, with a capital “B”) had finally arrived. It came around every year, though not necessarily on the same day, lasted for about twenty-four hours, and then whisked away again and left only a thick blanket of snow over the odd little Alabamian town. “Th’ Blizzard hit.” 

Lynn sat up, rubbing her eyes with a soft groan. “Was bounda’ happen eventually.” They grinned at their friend. “Guess you’re spending the rest of the day here.” 

“Ugh,” Joan dragged a hand down her face as she turned around, trying to hide her smile as the gale’s muffled screams reverberated through the glass behind her. “Phone lines’re gonna be down, I reckon. Mom’s gonna have a panic attack wonderin’ if I’m okay.” 

“An urban tragedy,” Lynn murmured from her sleeping bag, not even making an attempt to mask her sarcasm. Joan hummed, letting a smirk grace her features as well. 

“Alrighty, then,” the girl by the window lightly clapped her hands together, eyes flickering to her friend’s extensive DVD collection. “‘T’s gonna be a long day. Which movie should we watch first?”

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Open Your Future: Free CNA Programs in Philadelphia Await!

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These programs⁣ offer comprehensive training‌ in essential nursing ⁤skills, including​ patient care, ‍infection control, and vital ⁢signs ⁤monitoring. By enrolling in a free​ CNA program, ⁣you can acquire the knowledge and skills ⁤needed to excel in this‍ rewarding ‌profession.

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1. **Research Different Programs:** Take the time to explore the free⁤ CNA programs available in Philadelphia and choose one that⁢ best fits your needs and schedule. 2. **Meet Requirements:** Make sure you meet the requirements for ‌the program, ‌such as age, education,‍ and background check. 3. **Prepare for Certification:** Once you complete your training, you will need to pass a state certification exam to become a licensed CNA.

By following these tips and taking advantage of free CNA programs in Philadelphia, you can unlock⁣ a bright future ⁣in the healthcare industry.

**Conclusion**

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Cafe Lift Moves to New, Larger Space in Spring Garden

Michael and Jeniphur Pasquarello of Cafe Lift Philadelphia In 2003, Michael and Jeniphur Pasquarello opened Cafe Lift inside a historic, refurbished factory along 13th Street in Philadelphia’s Callowhill neighborhood. Twenty years later, the daytime cafe has become somewhat of a Philly institution, still serving breakfast and brunch to large crowds seven days a week. Now, the husband-and-wife…

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#pancakesandboozeartshow #pancakesandboozeartshowphiladelphia #undergroundarts #callowhill #eraserhood Tonight is the night! Doors open 8 pm @pancakesandbooze

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Callowhill Archery targets indoor fun and hits the bullseye

Callowhill Archery offers lessons for people as young as 8, and also rents archery lanes and equipment by the hour for those with experience.

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Augusnippets Day 14: Gifts/Celebration

Because God is dead, and they are still standing, and every day from this point onwards is a gift.

content warnings: - none, I don't think - ii ttake it back im sobinf theyre everything oh my god /silly

(link to Ao3 version)

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The weekend after God dies, they hold a celebration. 

Maybe just a party. Cecil insisted on calling it something fancier because the death of God was a big deal, so it should sound just as important as what it’s commemorating, but I’m trying to learn that maybe she isn’t right about everything, just… most things. 

…Shit. Don’t tell her I said that, or I’ll never hear the end of it. 

Really, though, contrary to Cecil’s assertions, it’s a lot more of a party than a celebration; for one, it’s small, since only the people who were there are here. ⍒ There isn’t really anyone else, anyways. ⍋ The decorations are pretty elaborate, but only because the SPIS bought out the whole party store and spent all of yesterday setting them up. 

Multicolored flags and streamers hang from every inch of ceiling, the plastic cups come with interesting patterns that I know Cecil can’t see but at least can feel, and in the middle of the table in the kitchen is a giant cake shaped vaguely how God looks in cartoons—because it would be pretty hard to translate a glowing ball of eyes and light and too many hungry teeth in icing—with red X’s over the eyes. 

Joan smirks at me from across the table, which makes me forget about the cake for a minute and feel like crying. Her being here, especially her making that face, an expression that’s so Joan, is in defiance to the order of things even moreso than my presence. Every day I’m reminded of how much stronger than me she is. 

“Holy shit,” Cecil laughs, a sound that fills my head and returns me to the moment, “‘t’s as big as me! How’re we s’posed ‘a eat this whole thing?” 

“Hungrily,” I reply, and the Virtue laughs again, a little sharper this time, and I don’t feel their elbow bumping against my ribs. At least they seem to be in the right place, because Cecil doesn’t react in the way that would suggest any of my anatomy’s wrong this time. 

“Also,” Jonah pipes, squeezing Adam’s hand a bit, “can y’ even, like, say ‘holy’ anymore? If, uh— God’s dead, an’ everythin’.” 

“Screw Him,” Joan says, a little hoarsely, and all eyes turn to her. She takes a breath, brow furrowing. Principalities weren’t meant to hold physical forms like this, and guilt swamps over me like a murky, all-consuming tidal wave in contrast to the bright decorations around us. “I say we talk ‘bout whatever ‘a fuck we want.” 

“Amen t’ that,” Lynn agrees, and a couple of giggles go up around the room. “So,” and now she turns to me and Cecil, “we already picked out a buncha songs to play, but I feel’ike you two should pitch in, too.” 

“Oh, Lynn, ya don’t know what you’ve just done,” Cecil starts to roll their eyes as I start forward, lips already pulling back into an evil grin. I hear a little yelp and stop abruptly, turning to realize my friend was holding my arm and I’d just almost made them lose their footing. 

⍒ Oops, sorry. ⍋ 

“He’s right, though,” I say as Cecil lets go, giving me a petulant look. “You’re gonna regret this decision.” 

“I work for you,” Lynn retorts with a narrow-eyed smirk, standing up to come closer to eye level. I know everyone here is still painfully aware of how dangerous it would be to act this way around a Dominion, if it were anyone but us, and yet there’s no taste of fear in the air. There’s a warring sensation in my chest at that thought, but the feeling of touch still hasn’t returned. “If I di’n’t build up a tolerance for The Cure,” Lynn continues, “I’d’a quit the second day.” 

“Got a point there,” I allow, managing a smile. 

“Okay, can we actually eat the cake now?” Adam asks. “I don’t know ‘bout you guys, but I’m starvin’ because someone—” he juts an accusatory thumb at Lynn and Joan, “—made us wait until y’ showed up so y’ could cut the first piece.” 

I straighten a little, unsure if my expression is surprised or blank when I meet my sister’s eyes. 

“Well, duh,” she grumbles, looking away in a more embarrassed-that-my-brother- actually-realized-I-respect-him than submissive-to-my-Evangelist way. “You’re kinda the whole reason we’re all alive an’ It isn’t. Only fair a ‘death a’ G-God—’” she stammers a bit with the word, still getting used to actually being able to say it again, “—party has the cake cut by the guy who actually killed Him.” 

“‘T’s a celebration,” Cecil whines quietly, and I decide to elbow him back this time. They give me a wounded look, melodramatically frowning and placing a hand to their chest. 

“Uh,” I glance at the faces of the others, “I don’t really have… a speech er anythin’ prepared.” 

“Thank G—” Adam catches himself, finishing in a slightly awkward rasp, “—Gophers.” 

“Idiot,” Jonah whispers affectionately. 

“You’re one t’ talk,” Adam hisses back. 

“Guys, come on,” Joan massages the ridges of her brows as though trying to dull an oncoming headache, starting to sound desperate. Lynn puts a hand in front of their mouth to hide their smirk. 

“Okay!” Believe it or not, I can take a hint. “Okay, cake-cuttin’ time! Right! Yes.” I ignore a muttered “Finally,” from Adam’s direction, devoting my energy into trying to find the cake knife. 

There’s a long pause. 

“Oh fer fuck’s sake,” Joan’s sudden hiss breaks the bated-breath silence, and the the skin on her arms ripples dangerously translucent for a moment. “Did no one remember a fuckin’ cake knife? Fer the cake?” 

A mixture of miserable groaning (Adam and Jonah) and hysterical laughter (Cecil and Lynn) erupts around me, though I find myself only able to frown at the cake. This is something I can puzzle out. If I can be Mark Bernard after he shattered and left me behind to rebuild myself, if I can kill God and live to throw a party with the people I care about afterwards, I can cut a stupid cake without a cake knife. 

“Hold on,” I say slowly, “I… got this.” 

Once again, all eyes are back on me, anticipation lacing the air. How lucky I don’t need to breathe. 

Cecil seems to be the only one who figures out what I’m planning to do before it happens, since he’s the only one who doesn’t gasp—or at least make any sort of surprised noise or expression—as the ink-tipped fingers of my left hand meld together into a sharpened blade the color of shadows at midnight. 

“…” Jonah’s eyes bug a little at the easily-deadly appendage, but what he says next catches me off-guard; “…Did y’ wash your hands first, dude?” 

Adam shoots his partner a look that says he’d eat the cake off the fucking floor if he had to, and Jonah shrinks back, holding up his hands in surrender. 

“Aight, nevermind.” 

I glance at Joan for confirmation, but her eyes are fixed on her hands, where the tips of her fingers are beginning to unravel only slightly. 

◜ I’m not an expert on how sanitary true forms are, but I think I’d rather just cut the cake than deal with Adam when he’s hangry, ◞ Cecil offers me, looking antsy as he shifts his weight from side to side. ◜ If we survived last week, I think we can survive you not washing your knife-arm. ◞ 

With a shrug, I return my attention to Joan. Her hands are in her pockets, and she meets my gaze. “Wanna lead the countdown, sis?” 

“I’ll do ‘t,” Adam immediately offers. “Five four three two one. Happy fuckin’ new year. Cake now.” 

I chuckle and cut it, letting Cecil take charge of distributing it to everyone; at least someone remembered the paper plates. Adam tears into his like a starved animal, which is only mildly concerning, and Jonah watches him with a dreamy glaze in their eyes. 

“T’ that Fucker bein’ dead,” Joan toasts, raising her fork. Her fingertips have smoothed over again. 

“T’ the future,” Cecil adds. 

“T’ this cake!” Jonah jokes, and Adam nods in agreement before realizing he’s being mocked and switching flawlessly to a scowl. 

“T’ all a’ that,” I compromise. “‘Specially the future, I think.” 

“Haha, I got the Mark-approved toast,” Cecil brags. 

I pause before replying with the usual lighthearted jab. “Yeah, y’ did,” I say instead, smiling back and taking a bite of cake. 

The cheap plastic of the fork in my hand against my palm has never been such a welcome sensation.

[unplaces]

Callowhill St, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.

[impermanent-art]

‘Folding The Prism’ Work by Jessie and Katey in Callowhill, Philadelphia.

[eraserhood]

New Post has been publisned on ERASERHOOD:

Panorama 4157 blended fused

(https://eraserhood.com/2021/04/11/panorama-4157-blended-fused/)

[decoarchitecture]

Lasher Printing Company, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania Photos by Alex Gould

Psyched about this new submission -- more photos of the Lasher Building!

For full background on this Calowhil landmark, check out the first post I made about it.

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