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Sealab 2021 #25: “Article 4” | June 16, 2003 - 12:30 AM | S03E04

Okay, I think I’ve said this about multiple episodes of Sealab, but THIS might be the last good episode of Sealab. It’s not perfect by any  means, and it’s not as good as most season one episodes, but man, are there good jokes in this that hit just right. 

This one is about everyone on Sealab exploiting an affirmative action loophole to become captain of Sealab. Quinn is the only one that doesn’t exploit said loophole despite the fact that he easily could, explained via flashbacks of his tough childhood. In the flashbacks, his grandmother instills a sense pride in Quinn with her dying breath. These scenes are pretty fucking funny, especially when the Snidley Whiplash character bursts in right after Quinn’s grandmother’s death, dramatically announcing “you’re being evicted!”.

There’s other bits that I like a lot too: Dolphin Boy being stuck in a flooded pod surrounded by sharks, log-rolling on top of a Winnie-the-Pooh style jar of “Hunny” is really good. Stormy becoming a skeleton but remaining alive is really wonderful. The digs at anime were a real crowd pleaser back in the days this aired. This episode was at the end of a small run of episodes and I used to sorta fantasize about this being the final Sealab. It would end the show on a high note, that’s for sure.

Also, man, Murphy sounds a little rough in this. There are some episodes coming up where he sounds AWFUL, because his voice actor was, you know, dying. This seems like the beginning of his health declining to a serious degree.

MAIL BAG

Let’s have some fun! :D

Bobby Bittman. Attorney at lawwwwwwwwwwwwww

Your honor, as an attorney, in all seriousness, shut da fuk up

Do you remember which aqua teen they show Master Shake's skeleton in? Did you already watch it?

This doesn’t sound familiar, but I’ll be watchin’ each ep with my pud in my hand doing a big smile from here on out, just waiting for it.

Check out the movie Jerry Macguire, it may seem like a sports movie but it's not. It's a comedy and a damn funny one. It's a family movie and a damn charming one. But most importantly it's a love story with hooks that go all the way back to Romeo and Juliet, the first time anyone ever wrote about love. Pretty cool. Anyway it's on HBO Max. Bye.

I seen it. I don’t have HBOMax I don’t wanna pay 15 dollars a month to watch MADtv. It used to be free to watch that

Are you excited for Jackass Forever or were you not a fan of those boys?

I love Jackass and those boys are lookin’ mighty fine these days

If you saw that the cast of Sealab had a "Bill Cosby Suite" (google it its in the news) what would you say to them if you sat them all down.

I would sincerely believe it :( And they’d be doing sexuality stuff in there :(

[foursideharmony]

Changeling AU: The Good Doctor

Word Count: 1,799

Warnings: Therapy visit, sad family story, vomit mention

Pairing: None

Summary: How did Roman survive his time in the special needs school without being Undone? He had help...

A/N: I actually went to a psychiatrist as a child. This was roughly 30 years ago at this point, I remember very little about it, and anyway it didn't actually help me. So apologizing in advance if this doesn't accurately reflect contemporary therapy visits.

The couch was soft, at least—upholstered with brown faux-leather that had worn a little in spots but was still perfectly serviceable. It reminded Roman of some of the antique furnishings at Caer Flamingo…which would have been more comforting if he had more confidence that he would ever see Caer Flamingo again once St. Dymphna’s was done with him.

“Just wait right here, Roman,” the receptionist said in a sickly-sweet, chirpy tone, “and the counselor will be with you in few minutes. Feel free to play with any of the soft toys or action figures in here, but please don’t touch the figurines on the shelves. Do you want a cup of water before I leave you alone?”

“No thanks,” said Roman, flinching at the slight tremor that came unbidden to his voice.

“All right.”

She left the room and swung the door until it was just ajar, leaving Roman alone with his thoughts and about twenty different stuffed animals and superheroes. He didn’t pick any of them up right away, instead investigating the contents of the room.

The figurines the receptionist had mentioned were clustered along the numerous bookshelves, and like the toys, consisted entirely of cartoon characters. The groupings were more-or-less sensible—three Looney Tunes characters, a couple Disney Princesses, a few others that Roman didn't recognize but that shared an art style. If he wasn't supposed to touch them, did that mean they were there for the counselor's own enjoyment? If so, that was...unexpected.

Directly across from the couch was an armchair upholstered in the same faux-leather. Presumably that was where the counselor would sit while interrogating him, although at the moment it was occupied by an absurdly large plush of Winnie the Pooh. Someone had put a fake lab coat and a pair of spectacles on it. Roman wrinkled his nose at the crude attempt at humor, and decided he'd seen enough. He turned sideways on the couch and drew his knees up to his chest. It wouldn't be long now...the counselor would arrive, barrage him with questions, and pick apart his soul. They would declare that Roman was abnormal and needed to be fixed, and maybe put him on some sort of medication, and just like that, his life as one of the Shining Host would be over when it had barely begun. Lady Valerie had said so.

Roman balled up his fists and pressed them to his forehead, forcing himself not to sink into despair. Lady Valerie had said...but Thomas had said something quite different, something much more hopeful...he had to hold onto that.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when someone abruptly started singing baritone right outside the room. There were no words—just “dum da dum” syllables, but the tune was...a fanfare? Roman was painfully reminded again of Caer Flamingo, with its trumpeters and troubadours...but then the song continued. A hand came through the narrow gap in the doorway, fingers wiggling in time to the music, which sounded more and more awkward the longer it continued. Finally, the singer reached a crescendo and flung the door wide, springing into the room like a jazz dancer closing out Act 1.

The counselor—as Roman assumed this was—wore a tan suit, a grass-green necktie, dark-rimmed eyeglasses, and a goofy grin. “Good afternoon! My name is Dr. Picani, I use he/him pronouns, and I will be your counselor for today and the foreseeable future! You must be Roman...unless you prefer a different name?”

Roman could only blink in confusion. He had never met a regular mortal grown-up who behaved like this. Was it a trick of some kind?

“Um...Roman's fine,” he said.

“Ah!” Dr. Picani continued, shutting the door firmly and crossing to the armchair. “Dr. Pooh Bear! Thank you for keeping my seat warm!” He moved the plush to the floor and settled into the chair, pulling a small notepad and pen out of his jacket pocket. “So then. I'll start with the same question I ask all my new patients: Do you how do, Roman?”

Had he heard that right? “Do I...what?”

“Listen again,” said Dr. Picani, in a tone of hushed excitement. “Do you...how do? Did you hear it that time?”

“'How do you do'...backwards?” Roman guessed.

“Not backwards, exactly. More...turned inside out. Like the Simpsons, in that one Halloween episode! You've seen it, right? No?” He cleared his throat and shifted in the chair, changing the mood of the interview. “Roman, do you know why you're here?”

Roman looked away. “Because my parents think I'm crazy,” he said bitterly. “And my teachers, too. At my real school, I mean.”

“Let me stop you there,” said Dr. Picani. “I don't want you to think St. Dymphna's isn't your real school. It can seem like a different world here, and maybe you've heard it's only for people who are full of delusions, and it's only going to be temporary...but it's still real. As real as the Ghostbusters.”

Roman's gaze snapped back into position. Despite that out-of-the-clear-blue reference to some old movie, that description was almost suspiciously relatable. That first week, after the theme park...

“Let me explain the situation as I understand it,” the counselor continued. “Roman, you're here because you're having trouble living in the world outside your head. My job is to help you figure out how to do that...without necessarily changing who you are as a person. The unique person that you are is a worthwhile one, and you shouldn't have to turn into someone else in order to get by. I want you to know that.”

Roman felt tears pricking the corners of his eyes. This was reminding him so much of what Thomas had said in the junk pile that it was painful. He blinked the moisture down and put on the haughtiest expression in his repertoire. “You're reciting,” he said. “Like a speech. You don't really mean it.”

“It's true, I do practice saying things like that. Using the right words is an important skill in my job here. But I also mean it. My goal is to help you, Roman. But I can't do that unless you cooperate with me.” He turned a page in his notebook. “Why don't I let you do some of the talking for a while? Do you remember how your troubles started?”

Troubles... Roman decided to humor the misconception for the time being, and suddenly the words were spilling out. “Yeah, it was when we went on vacation to Disney over Christmas. Everything there was just so...wonderful. It's like every kind of story come to life, all in the same place. They make it so you can really believe in magic. And so...so...so I did. And I found out that it was real, all of it, even after our vacation was over and we left.” The tears came again, too thick and fast to be stopped. “There really is magic. Why won't anyone believe in it?”

He fully expected Dr. Picani to shoot him down, but to his amazement, the counselor was nodding thoughtfully. “That makes a lot of sense. You're probably not the first.”

“The first...what?”

“The first to enter Chrysalis in a theme park.” Roman's eyes bulged with shock, but Dr. Picani was forging ahead. “After all, don't they call it The Most Magical Place on Earth? Where Dreams Come True? I always found those commercials to be pretty corny, but the place is focused on imagination and art. Why shouldn't it be capable of connecting susceptible individuals to the Dreaming?”

Roman leapt to his feet, hand scrabbling at his hip to draw the sword that he was not presently wearing. “How do you know these things?” he demanded. “You're not Kithain! I'd be able to see it if you were!”

The counselor slowly stood up, walked over to the desk in the corner, and took a framed photograph from it. He handed it to Roman, who examined it. It was an older photo, in color but with that slight smudginess that indicated it was taken using film rather than a digital camera, and depicted a girl in her early teens, and a boy several years younger, posing on monkey bars in a playground. The boy was just recognizable as a young Picani, while the girl...

Roman's eyes widened again. The girl shared a family resemblance with the boy, but...while the camera could only capture the mortal seeming, there were the little tells in her appearance, in the cant of her eyes and the shape of her nose. She was a changeling.

“No, Roman, I am not one of you. But my sister is. Or was, I guess. She's still alive, but we've barely spoken in years. She was...she lost her fae self, you see.”

“She was Undone,” Roman stated, running his fingers over the glass in the photo frame.

“Thank you, that's the word I was looking for. Our parents thought she was crazy. And so did her teachers. They wouldn't believe in magic.” Roman looked up. Dr. Picani was still smiling, but now it was a sad smile. “So Laura was put into psychotherapy in order to 'cure' her of her 'delusions.' The therapists wouldn't believe in magic either, and by the time they were done, Laura was a normal—completely human—girl.”

Roman felt the blood leaving his face and he began to grow dizzy. Autumn People... He let himself fall back onto the couch, setting the photo aside lest he drop it from his trembling hands. The dizziness got worse and he leaned over, letting his head droop between his knees.

“Easy there,” said Dr. Picani's voice, sounding oddly far away. He sat beside Roman—he felt the movement of the cushions—and rubbed his back. “Do you need the nurse? Or something to throw up into?” Roman shook his head as the dizziness subsided. “Roman, I'm not going to let that happen to you. That's the main reason I became a therapist—so that if I met any other young changelings, I could help them come to terms with their place in the world without making them turn out like Laura. And now I've met you. When they gave us your file, I found your story so familiar...I requested to have you as my patient. You can talk to me about your world, and I'll know that it's real. You're going to be all right. You're going to be you. Are you willing to work with me on that?”

Roman carefully sat up, noting with satisfaction that his head no longer spun. He allowed himself a careful smile. “I think so.”

“Then permit me to ask once more—third time's the charm, right?—do you how do?”

“Do...I...pretty good?” Roman guessed.

Dr. Picani beamed.

A/N: As of this writing, there have been two “Cartoon Therapy” episodes, and Dr. Picani's tie is color-coded for each. I chose to continue that theme here. Green is a color often associated with faeries in folklore because of their ties to nature.

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5 Reasons You Are Capable of More Than You Know

“If ever there is tomorrow when we’re not together. There is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we’re apart. I’ll always be with you.” – Winnie the Pooh

Most of High School I thought I was King of the Losers. While I was not the least popular guy in school, I always felt that if anyone knew me, my already lower caste status might drop to the level of India’s untouchables.

This fear made me lie and manipulate in an effort to move up the ladder of society. It led me into addiction and a whole series of bad choices.

Somehow, I often had a girlfriend. But there were girls who seemed way out of my league, so I never made a move to get to know them.

Now many years later, I have reconnected with some of them through social media. Now, most of the social barriers that caused me such insecurity growing up are gone.

Interestingly, I have discovered that many of the most popular boys and girls that I knew then were just as insecure as I was. Some of the girls I thought were out of my league NEVER had a date all through High School. Wow!

Insecurity and fear are two of the most debilitating factors that often keep people from any degree of success; whether that is trying out for professional sports or simply getting a date. But you must know: you are more capable than you think you are.

5 Reasons You Are Capable of More Than You Know

1.) You are alive. 

Quick! Check your pulse. Breathe in and out real quick. If need be, put a mirror under your nose to see if you are fogging it up.

My guess is that a vast majority of the readers of this blog are alive. Life itself fills us with capabilities that are astounding.

Living people have changed history. They’ve gone to the moon and created artistic works that impact people for generations. You are alive and that alone means you are capable of doing the extraordinary.  

Life is filled with adventures and opportunities. However, not everyone knows that they are alive. They live on the couch and never risk experiencing life. It is true.

In life, you will feel pain and rejection. Your capabilities will be misunderstood. But use those capabilities to make this world better, and you will not only feel alive, but others will also be glad that you are here.

2.) You have a purpose.

Somewhere out there is a purpose just waiting on you to fulfill it. There are lives ready to be impacted by who you are. I don’t know what your purpose is, but I know it is out there somewhere. Most likely, it is buried within you.

Take the time to discover this purpose. Many have lost their dreams and are feeling insecure. You are capable for a reason. That reason might be to entertain or to teach or to create or to break a record.  

Regardless, when you discover your purpose, you will suddenly notice the capabilities that were sitting there just waiting to be discovered.

3.) You are unique.

There are things about your character and personality that are yours and yours alone. That uniqueness is a gift to the world. Consider this: nothing new would ever be created or invented without someone looking at things differently. We don’t need to follow the herd.

In America, we tend to look at issues as left and right. But what if you, the unique person that you are, started looking at the problems in a whole new light? The circle has 360 degrees and our thoughts and ideas can come from and go in any one of those directions.  

I find it unlikely that the polls are true that say we can only think in 180 degrees. You are unique and maybe your ideas are crazy.

Da Vinci was crazy to believe in the helicopter before anyone ever flew. Nelson Mandela was crazy to believe that Apartheid would end in his lifetime.

Join the crazy train and let your capabilities be seen in your uniqueness.

4.) You can learn.

A study I recently read pointed out the formula for hope is found in goals, a pathway to get those goals, and the means to achieve them. All three must be present if hope is to be experienced.

Maybe today you are not capable of tying your shoe. But you can learn. Maybe today you are not capable of solving a difficult math problem. But you can learn to solve it eventually. The human mind is incredible in its ability to learn and process information.  

In the 1950s, we had no idea how to get a person to the moon and back. The goal sat out there on most nights beaconing engineers, scientists, and dreamers to reach for it. But they took the time to learn how to do it.

You can learn the pathway and how to achieve your goals.��Put in the effort and let your true capabilities come to the surface.

5.) You are a hero.

Deep within us all is this truth: you ARE a hero.

Today, we have a definite lack of heroes. Read your history. Difficult times in the past needed those with great capabilities to arise.

Think of a Churchill, Patton, Eisenhower, or Marshall during World War II. Grant, Lee, Lincoln, and Jackson among others during the Civil War all had capabilities that the difficult days they lived in needed.

These are difficult times. What does the world need today? Examine yourself: do YOU have it? Can you think differently than others?

You might be the hero that solves the hunger problem in our world. Do you dream at night? Maybe you have music that brings together the races and generations.

It might be that these reasons have not yet convinced you that you are capable of more than you know. If that is the case, then I challenge you: after you finish this article, find a comfortable chair and have a seat. Close your eyes and imagine that you are capable of anything.

What would you do? Where would you go? What would you invent? Who would you get to know? When would you get started?  

Today, this world desperately needs people who are living up to their potential. I plead with you to do your part.

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