#look at jane. zombie gal

[septfair]

[mindynichole]

Ummm Guys... @Twdmusicboxmystery ... you might want to come take a look!

Because I agree that Emily's recent Instagram stories have been interesting as heck!

This post is in response to a conversation that @twdmusicboxmystery posted between herself and her Team Delusional gals about some of Emily's recent social media activity. I did not reblog for space's sake but you can find her full post HERE...

So....in the @twdmusicboxmystery post one of the things she and her friends mention is this story that Emily shared within the last couple of days:

Being who I am, of course that meant I decided to do a little internet sleuthing...

And it didn't take me long to learn that this was a marketing story from Junona Fashion House's official Instagram page. They are a fashion designer for little girls clothing made and designed in Europe. Imagine my surprise to learn that it was specifically an advertisement story for their PARIS COLLECTION - which was a little buried on the page.

Look familiar?

Yeah? Well it gets better...Wait for it...

Because Norman decided to also post today on Instagram and this is what he had to say:

He also posted this story as well:

Here's the Lyrics for Mountain Song by Jane's Addiction.

....meaning the new Daryl Spin-Off started filming today (Monday, October 24, 2022.)

This actually surprised me because Norman was just in Cincinnati filming for a movie last week:

So does anyone else find it quite the coincidence Emily would be posting about the Paris collection of an European fashion designer just the weekend prior to the filming starting for the Daryl spin off - that is also conveniently happening in Paris?

But what about the Christmas movie?

Another thing that the gals in @twdmusicboxmystery post talk about is how Emily has been sharing a lot of stuff related to her new Lifetime Christmas movie: Santa Bootcamp.

This movie must have filmed months ago because it will be coming out on November 19, 2022 and they are already heavily promoting it:

I'm pretty sure that she's just trying to do her part to also promoting it on Instagram. This movie also features 2 deaf actors which might explain the script Emily shared last summer mentioning sign language that I speculated might be referring to Connie. Opps...

Another thing interesting is Christian Serratos (Rosita) has also been in Paris for the last couple of weeks doing a Dior photo shoot and promotional things for the designer. However, she posted several photos on Instagram yesterday from Paris (indicating she is still there) and one of them includes a salon full of Zombie busts. Therefore, Rosita could be connected somehow - though IDK why they wouldn't have announced this already since they've had no reason not to announce everybody on the show whose also participating on these new spin-offs.

Anyway, thoughts anyone?

[kaypeace21]

"Rebel robin" easterggs

- Robin's friend is a horror movie fan whos fav movie is evil dead (jonathan has a poster of it in his room)

- Robin's parent's car is the " dodge dart" a ref to Dustin's demodog-dart

-robin and her friends make analogies to zombies (like Will- the zombie boy).

- robin faints. And her friend milton says "blink once for yes twice for no". A ref to what Joyce said to Will in s1.

- robin's other friend has a little sister named el-ie who pretends to be a squirrel. A ref to el killing a squirrel in s2. This is also reminiscent of a scene from the st prequel novel ' suspicious minds' where young-kali pretended to be a tiger (the Hawkins school mascot) & a rabbit (Jonathan's hunting story).

- robin reminds me alot of the byers: she is into photography and rock like jonathan and even worked at the movie theatre like jonathan did in the og pilot. They both like David bowie and cook for their families. She also is poor and wears hand-me down clothes from relatives (like Will). She also is into existential philosophers. Which is also similar to jonathan who had a poster of the poet rimbaud in his room.

- robin is almost run over by a car by a bully while riding her bike: similar to Mike, Dustin, and Lucas in s2

- robin says the best accessory for a girl is her middle finger. Cue max giving the middle finger to billy in s2 XD

- robin (before Will dissapears) sees the quarry and gets uncomfortable and thinks of metaphorical monsters

- similar to how billy had baseball references (along with Will). Robin wears a baseball shirt

- her fav flavor of pie is cherry (like alexi and cherry slurpies). She also gets pissed at a guy sipping a cherry flavored drink- similar to hopper in s3 with alexi

- she cuts her hair and she describes it as looking like a lion. El and Will owned lion plushies in s1.

- robin refs Chicago (kali lives there) and NYC (hopper used to live there), and California (where max and billy used to live).

-tammy's fav song is total eclipse of the heart: the song Robin and Steve sang in s3. Tammy would often sing the song in robin and Steve's class.

- they make references to the hellfire club: she describes a time where she dresses like a cross between a nerd and a rebel. And a mom yells at her appearance saying she looks "goddless' . And another of Robin's friend (kate) is told ' what demon is possessing you, kate?" (hinting at the satanic panic). Meanwhile someone describes Mike and his friends as "hellions' as another hint to this. We also see how alot of parents got paranoid and a bit crazy when Will and barb dissappeared- prob foreshadowing the chaos that will happen if more kids dissappear in s4. Along with the satanic panic

-Robin is visiting her friend Kate at her house. Kate wanted to listen to Madonna together. Max and el listened to Madonna at el's.

- Robin's friend (kate) says "I dumped his ass" in reference to her cheating bf. A little nod to the m*leven breakup

- robin (like Will) felt excluded during the summer cause her friends kate and dash (Kate's now ex bf) were always making out . Sound familiar- cough m*leven

- robin annoyed says " makeouts, breakups and declarations of love all in the span of a week". Wow if that ain't a diss to certain pairing we know in s3 XD

- kate (like mike) says to Robin dating the opposite sex is a part of growing up . Which scares Robin (and Will in s3).

- robin has a nightmare of running down the school hallway with short hair (like el in s2 via the upsidedown)

- robin contemplates shaving her head (like el)

- robin says she likes to sometimes dress androgynous . And found a cool suit. Which we saw in s4 bts pics I assume.

- robin watches a music video where there are duplicate indianna joneses (could be a ref to all the billy duplicates in s3?)

- robin says " I stare at the ceiling. The ceiling stares back. I'm stuck and don't know what to do" a ref to the s3 song with robin called "the ceiling is beautiful"

- a character named Sheena reminds me a bit of Will or el . She is very quiet, queercoded, and is often bullied. And she finds mean notes and other things in her locker- placed there by bullies. A bit like how Will found the zombieboy note in his locker. But sheena can be another name for Jane so ...maybe foreshadowing of el/jane being bullied in highscool?

- when robin hears a hom*phobic comment on tv- she describes the anxiety like a ' thundercloud in a big open sky' and a "chill". Which reminds me of the mf being associated with clouds, thunder, and lightning. And the mf liking it cold.

- robin constantly describes the monster or shadow in her life- whether it be her talking about conformity or the problems of consumerism while she is poor (themes of s3).

- robin before realizing she was gay/crushing on tammy just says " I don't get crushes' which reminds me a bit of Will saying " I'm not going to fall in love" (as the lyrics are " love thats new to you, you open up the door')

-robin on her bike hears something (demogorgan) and runs back to her house , locks the door, and calls her friend- and the phone gets electrocuted. The next day Will is said to be missing. (Another Will paralllel).

- i was right about robin being in theatre. So we most likely will see robin in theatre in s4 (she also auditioned with a friend in the book). So for s4 my guess is she may be in the drama club with dustin- cause in s1 he had a drama shirt

- one of her friends is named milton. Since the documentary 'paradise lost' was on the s4 movie list. Its prob a ref to John milton who wrote the fictional 'paradise lost'. The character Sheena may be a ref to the 80s film/movies *where sheena (jane) was psychic

-Robin's gal pal (kate) and Robin eat m&ms and candies together. Kate jokes m&ms and candy bars are 'foods of the gods'. El ate m&ms in s3. They joke how talking about plural gods (instead of 1) would get them in trouble. In case you are unaware- kali (is the name of a Hindu goddess) and el (is the name of a cannanite god) .

-Robin also mentions hopper's car smells like eggos.

- robin tries running away (like el in s2, max in her novel, and jonathan also wrongfully assumed Will ranaway in s1 too).

-robin tries to get a job at Joyce's, than Bob's, and later gets a job where jonathan used to work

-bob newby describes the byers family as his "home" . Similar to how El describes the Hawkins gang as "home".

- robin says she was friends with barb before nancy. Suspiciously right after she says this- barb grabs Robin's hallpass that says ' glitch in the time space continuim. " the teacher who wrote this called robin a "glitch". Which makes me wonder if my did theory is right- but ...that certain powers at be may also alter memories or things so people assume said people have always been around.Mentioning it cause it seemed suspicious.

-not an eastegg but robin can't believe how nice Bob is. And Bob says the byers filled a hole in his life 😭 . She also felt an instant connection with Will and saw alot of herself in him.And asked if Joyce ever thought of moving like everyone suggested . One of the reasons Robin didn't like steve was because Steve never mentioned how Jonathan took innapropriate photos of Nancy. So everyone at school just knew jonathan as the quiet kid who takes pictures. So to everyone it just seemed like- wow you're bullying the quiet kid who's brother is missing and take away the one thing still left in his life that makes him happy. Which is why everyone assumes jonathan beat up steve later. Interesting to know how general Hawkins (not in the loop) viewed things

- the book referenced alot of previously mentioned movies on the s4 list or from prior duffer interviews...along with a few NEW movies ,books, plays, singers, and songs that I have to analyze for another day ...

[bisluthq]

Kaylor Rises?

We’ll never know the mechanics or reasons for Joshlie going on a break (or even if they just decided to be more casual for a bit). Maybe it was Taylor related, maybe it was all the stuff with his family, maybe it was the spectre of differing religions, maybe it was the age gap, maybe he started to agree that a ‘lingerie model’ was unsuitable in the long run… But one fact we do know, from investigative journalism done on the Kushners and also from looking at contemporaneous gossip blogs is: Joshlie have taken breaks. We don’t know exactly exactly how many, or why. But we know that they did. Again, this is one of the biggest pieces of ‘evidence’ that they’re real because why bother faking problems and breaks? Why not present yourselves as head-over-heels? It doesn’t make sense, but it’s what happened. And it also opens the door to some romantic!Kaylor. And in March 2014, Josh disappears from the picture and Taylor is suddenly a massive presence - way beyond the fun, highkey promotion we saw up till now. 

1 March 2014 - We see Kaylor both attend a Pre-Oscar Party. I think a Joshlie break was what led Karlie to go to LA and stay with Taylor. At this stage, they’d known each other publicly for about five months but, if we factor in possible negotiations, they might have known each other for much longer. I really do think they were good friends by this stage, because Taylor is a terrible actress and they clearly really enjoyed each other’s company. It was as good a place as any for Karlie to go and lick wounds. 

2 March 2014 - Kaylor attend the Vanity Fair Oscar Party and the Vogue profile talks about this being where they connected and decided to do the road trip: “A few months later they saw each other again at an Oscars after-party, and Kloss suggested they do something spontaneous. “I’d been to Big Sur once before, and I was like, ‘We should just do it,’ ” says Swift.” I suspect this story is a bit of a lie - but I do think it is true that they hooked up around this time, and decided to take a road trip to Big Sur. Taylor had been there once before, with Jake Gyllenhaal. Karlie had never been. It’s interesting that for Taylor it was already a “romantic” place, at the very least publicly, and it’s where she decided to go with Karlie at this point. 

Also, in terms of the “lie” factor - they’re saying this is where they reconnected but they were partying together the literal night before. So they’re obviously blurring reality a bit in the interview. Which is okay, maybe they misremembered or misspoke. But when factored into a pattern, it seems an odd thing to get confused about. 

The road trip itself is ICONIC. Taylor allegedly plays Karlie the whole of 1989. They take a million gorgeous photos. The daisy thing happens. 

5 March 2014 - Karlie posts the ‘Karlie loves Taylor’ sand pic. Taylor likes.

5 March 2014 - Karlie posts the ‘best road trip ever’ daisy pic.

5 March 2014 - Karlie posts the ‘adventure of a lifetime with my girl’ cheek kiss selfie.

5 March 2014 - Karlie posts a pic of her and Taylor with the caption, ‘woah, what a view huh?’

5 March 2014 - Karlie posts the pic of her hugging Taylor from behind.

5 March 2014 - Karlie posts a picture of herself apparently taken by Taylor.

5 March 2014 - Karlie posts a picture of her and Taylor jumping with the caption ‘❤️’

5 March 2014 - Taylor posts a picture of them and captions it ‘On the Way Home’ - possibly a reference to YAIL. 

When they return, things still seem very, very good in Kaylor Land.

12 March 2014 - Karlie attends the Art Production Fund’s White Glove Gala without Josh.

24 March 2014 - Taylor diaries that she’s moved into her Tribeca apartment in the “last few weeks” which means they are in the same city and that, when Karlie was in LA, Tay was still permanently based there. 

1 April 2014 - Karlie attends The New Museum annual Spring Gala without Josh.

1 April 2014 - Josh attends a New York Observer event without Karlie. His family is out in full force - again, this is their family business. It’s actually really odd that he is there on his own. Oh, and by the way - Mikey Hess isn’t there either lmao. 

3 April 2014 - Kaylor go to the gym and then out for lunch at the Butcher’s Daughter (which, for the record, is very close to Josh’s apartment but since he and Karlie have not interacted publicly in well over a month that seems irrelevant). They are papped continuously on both halves of the date. 

14 April 2014 - Kaylor are papped in NYC.

21 April 2014 - Taylor is papped with Cara and the articles that follow are all about “gal pals”. I do not think Cara and Taylor were together at this point but it’s vital to see the rollout of the “Girl Squad” PR strategy. It was not just about Karlie. Karlie was meant to be the ‘main’ Squad girl, but there were others.

26 April 2014 - Kaylor are papped in NYC

2 May 2014 - Karlie brings Derek as her +1 to the memorial service for L’Wren Scott.

4 May 2014 - Karlie posts a photo of herself with Taylor and Kate Bosworth at The Jane Hotel for Harry Josh’s party.

5 May 2014 - Kaylor get ready together and then attend the Met together. Josh is also there with his brother and Ivanka. Kaylor interact with the Kushners because this photo gets taken. We also get this pic (peep Tay’s dress in the background). Karlie sits at a table with Josh, and Taylor sits very, very far away. (Here is a pic of them seated). Now, it’s possible the tickets were booked and the seating arrangements made well before Joshlie went on a break. Or it’s possible going there was just a stunt and Karlie and Josh were very much together.

If Josh was a beard contract, this would’ve been reversed. Karlie would have showed up and walked the red carpet with Josh and sat with Taylor once inside. Instead, Karlie was papped with Taylor on the outside, and sat in the cheap seats with Josh, on the other side of the room from Taylor, once inside. If Josh and Karlie both needed a beard, why would they allow Karlie to show up and walk the red carpet with her girlfriend when they both attended the event?

And here’s what’s interesting: Taylor references this evening extensively at the end of the Wildest Dreams MV. She closely replicates the outfits - Karlie’s, Josh’s and her own - and casts herself as the “other woman”. It’s a telling video because that twist in the end is not necessary for the song to make sense (at all), Tay’s character is hurt and surprised by the MV love interest having a partner, and in the end the love interest’s feelings seem genuine as he runs after her - but she’s already gone. It’s a pretty loud scene in all and I’m not sure how else to interpret it, really. It’s also interesting that Tay’s character in the video falls in love with her ‘onscreen’ partner - kind of how Kaylor probably started as somewhat scripted ‘Famous Friends’ but possibly grew feelings.

Taylor also references this evening in LWYMMD when a 2014 Met Taylor appears several times. A zombie Taylor wearing the dress she wore in the OOTW MV buries a Taylor wearing this 2014 Met Gala dress and later she appears again. Considering all the other “Taylors” are extremely iconic (for example Kanye interrupting dress), I’m not sure why 2014 Met Gala Tay is here. It’s not the best example of one of her princess dresses… It’s not indicative of an ‘era’...

Unless the evening was important to Taylor herself, and the most logical reason for that would be Joshlie. It seems that this was the night that Tay, like her character in the MV, found herself cast in the unfortunate role of “other woman” - a part she would have struggled with ever since. So, with that in mind, here are some photos of Kaylor from that night where Taylor looks miserable: x x x

12 May 2014 - Karlie attends the American Ballet Theatre Opening Night Spring Gala alone.

15 May 2014 - An article with People comes out where Taylor makes getting ready with Karlie sound like a fun pre-prom time, proving the earlier point that them showing up together was part of their PR relationship.

Early May 2014 - Kaylor go for dinner at Toni Garrn’s, further debunking Korlie rumors.

22 May 2014 - Karlie attends amfAR’s 21st Cinema Against AIDS Gala alone.

CONCLUSION: From late February/early March it seemed as though Kaylor were together and possibly exclusive or at least getting somewhat serious. However, in early May Josh and Karlie reconnected around the time of the Met Gala - that’s what the Wildest Dreams MV seems to suggest at least. The fact that they interacted and sat together despite not apparently going ‘together’ is very loud. 

However, Joshlie were not fully back together at this Met Gala stage. I believe they reunited proper only at the end of May, at which point the Kaylor dynamic shifted gears.

However… the contract for the publicity deal was still in place and they had to carry on carrying on. It’s telling that their respective close friends didn’t exactly warm up to one another - their personal friend groups never really meshed. This contradicts the het narrative of them being just extremely great friends. If they really were, why wouldn’t they be hanging out with each other’s main people (in very simple terms, people like Derek and Abigail)? And before you @me, a few likes are not great evidence of hangouts - Josh also liked a bunch of Tay’s posts, and it’s pretty clear they were never friends.

More likely, Karlie and Taylor hooked up… And, of course, Karlie was an important part of this era’s publicity rollout. And that’s where things got messy.

[fyrapartnersearch]

[F4F] original stories: medieval, fantasy, romance, and big adventures

Hello all, my name is Daphne and I will try to keep this short. To start things off, I hope you are well during these unprecedented times, with an extra shout out to essential workers and others that must work. Essential or not, if you have an itch to write on your downtime, I am your gal!

Also, if we have played in the past and things have fizzled out on either end, please feel free to reach out again. Covid-19 threw me for a loop, but I want to try again. Feel free to ask me any questions about my situation if you are curious, I do not mind transparency.

**Below are my role play statistics:**

* 25 years old, 10+ years of experience, EST. * Capable of novella and multi-paragraph, but I don’t buy the idea that because you can stuff a bunch of words and fill 5 pages makes you an “advanced” writer. I’m sorry. I’m looking for someone that can challenge me creatively. I’m not looking to read someone else’s novel. * Usually 3rd person, past tense, but I am open to others.  * Pairing preference: M/F, F//. * Prefer large casts, two main ocs, or doubling. * FC friendly, real, drawn, or none at all. * Mature content friendly, 21+ for mature content please. * Not down to play with cis-men unless you pay me to write your fantasy or something. Honestly, pay me. Make it come true. Don’t expect me to play out your fantasies under the guise of “role play.”

I am looking for a partner that enjoys chatting about our world and characters in effort equal to mine. Aside from that, I love OOC about the mundane things in life and things that interest you. Getting random message throughout the day is a highlight, because I am obviously very lonely and in need of companionship.

**Here’s a bank of things I’m into:**

>**medieval war, historical romance, jane austen, regency, victorian, renaissance,** anime-inspired, arranged marriage, love triangles, long-lost-loves, enemies to lovers, **forbidden love,** mafia, greek mythology, astrology, witches, alchemy, boarding school, **battle royale,** superheroes, **natural romance / slow burn,** vampires, lycans, nobility, monarchies, big-city, adventure, quests, dragons, battlestar galactica, zombies, small town, band/celebrity, k-pop.

**I am also down to play originals in the following fandoms:**

>Fire Emblem: Three Houses, **Dragon Age: Inquisition, Hunger Games,** Harry Potter.

Happy to share my Discord after we get to know each other, but feel free to inbox me, chat me, or reach me at: [daphnebee.writes@gmail.com](mailto:daphnebee.writes@gmail.com).

Cheers!

[stupid-davidking-blog]

Opinions on the other survivors?

I’ve already talked about Dwight n’ Quentin, so I’m gonna skip over them.

Meg: Flighty lass. She likes t' run at the first sign of trouble. But she's bloody good at runnin' the killer around. She's fun t' be around at the campfire. She's the one who usually sparks fun discussions like, if we HAD to, what killer would we marry?

Claudette: Definitely the nicest outta' all of us. Can't tell ya' how many times shes shoved my guts back into me. I really do feel bad how much of her time I take up because of how often I need to be patched up.

Jake: Quiet guy, hes not much of a people person. He's the guy you sit next to when y' wanna hang out with someone but not talk.

Nea: Boy, she's a FUN one. Can't tell ya' how many time's we've pissed off the killer t'gether. She's got a MEAN resting bitch-face though. Also, I'm pretty sure shes into girls, but I'm too scared t' ask.

Laurie: She's been through a lot and you can tell. She's had a brush with death and I swear t' god now she doesn't fear dying. She's the one who taught us we can STAB killers! She's real nice at the campfire but sometimes shes got that thousand yard stare goin' on.

Ace: DONT play poker with him. Dont play any game with him or bet with him. He'll win. I dunno how but he always wins. I swear to god he cheats but I never see it.

Bill: He's the team grandpa, but that probably doesn't surprise ya'. He acts like he doesn't care, and that hes too jaded by war and ''''zombies''' but he cares about everyone here. (I've seen him let people cry on his shoulder.)

Feng: Now SHES the person you wanna make bets with. Competitive lass, but damn is she a fun one to go against. She's pretty mean sometimes though. Likes t' insult people alot.

David: ME!!!! I gotta say, I'm probably the most smartest, most handsome, and strongest survivor there is. I'm so good, I can stay injured the whole trial and still make it out alive.

Tapp : Ugh... TAPP. He acts all brooding like batman or some shit. (And he keeps yellin' at me for shit i pull during trials) but hes ok I guess.

Kate: Nice gal, she brings alot of life t' the campfire. She’s taught everyone several campfire songs. I promised her that if we ever make it out of here, I’ll be her body guard when she gets famous.

Adam: Adam's a chill guy. He's nice and is kind of like a dad to everyone here at the campfire. (Or maybe a second mom???)

Jeff: Jeff is the nicest person in the entire world. When I first saw him i thought he was gonna try to fight me or somethin' cause of how metal he looks. But nah, he's a big teddy bear. In fact, he's been helping me with my anger issues!

Jane: Honestly... I still don't know what to make of her. She's good in the trials, and helpful at the campfire, but we havn't really talked all that much. I asked her if I could be on her TV show if we ever escape, and she said only if I let her squeeze my muscles (I did)

Ash: He is one of the sleaziest men I have ever seen, but GOD is he charming. Y'know he wasn't all that phased when he showed up ere'... but he was real disappointed when we told him that ya' cant fight or kill the killers.

Nancy and Steve are still really new, So I'm not quite sure what t' make of them yet. But the two of them seem to know what they're doing, so I guess this isn't their first time dealin' with murderous monsters.

Shadow People who live in the forest behind us: They’re very nice! please help us They don’t talk but they make great company! I’m fuckin terrified of them please make them leave

[keevansixx]

The Future Was Now...

I heard an interesting opinion concerning sub-cultures and why, in today’s age, you almost never see any sub-culture being represented on the streets anymore. When you do spy one of these rare individuals out in the wild, it’s like some rare mythical beast of a thing...fleeting, fierce, and wonderous. 

Welcome to generation V (V as in “Virtual”, and not vain, vibrant, vitriol, vivacious, nor victor) 

The sub-cultures of the past have all died, their digital ghosts haunt the databases like the proverbial zombies of old. Resurrected every so often to wistful nostalgia, and as meme fodder for the youth of today. Gone, are the days of artfully attired denizens of the world... languidly rambling to and fro across the surface of the land, spreading creativity in their wake like massive glaciers carving rivulets in the tapestry of the earth to be witnessed by eyes unseen, and thoughts unbridled. No....those days are long gone and forgotten.

Here I sit, alone in a box of my own design. Shackled to a monitor who’s glow is the only ambient light in the room, I watch the world scroll by in 1′s and 0′s rendered in pixel point perfection into images that my mind perceives as pictures of a world I no longer see, in a land I no longer feel, and a place that only resembles what one would call home. I no longer leave the confines of my prison. No toe crosses the threshold of my room....it’s safe here, and everything I need is in the box....no need to leave, no need to explore, no need to wander anymore. 

I’m told what I should eat...and I do so. I’m told what I should be thinking...and I do so. Anything contrary to the will of the mob is quelled with harsh criticisms, threats, and heavy handed browbeating from the lowest common denominator. “No!...thou shall not think outside the box! Thou shalt follow the thought speak of the masses! Thou shalt not have an original thought or opinion! Those are reserved for the popular chattel that have earned their vanity marks in the digital realm.” I’m to remain a good obedient little digital puppet to the will of the masses. I’m told how I should dress....and I do so. The almighty digital overlords demand acquiescence, obedience, and submission to their cyber-hubris. “No creativity allowed that exceeds that of the common person, lest you offend...lest you shame...lest you make feel....the mighty digital overlords.”

“Sounds like a pretty shitty way to live.”...and you’re right...it is.

It starts on any given day, on any given week, of any given year...

I open the window. the moonlight pours in from a harvest moon I haven't seen since I was a kid, alone in the dark, watching the stars go by. I throw on some shoes that were the huge internet trend a few months ago, everybody just absolutely had to get them to be in the vouge of the moment, and walk to the door. Stepping out side, I hear the chime of the monitor, the chirp chirp of the phone screaming out for my immediate attention “Message! Alert! Come respond NOW!” the annoying braying pings, whistles, chirps, and bells that demand obedience and response. 

I close the door behind me to the sound of stillness...the sonic detritus silenced by wood and glass, and I beheld the night in all it’s splendor...….glorious!

For the first time in a very long while....I have an original thought. 

“What if I'm not the only one..?” “what if, there are others out there like me?” “what if...we found each other?”

Over the many weary months that followed, I slowly weaned myself, bit by agonizing digital bit, from the shackles that bound me to my electronic prison. As each day and night passed, I spent more and more time away. Wandering the empty paths I once trod in my youth. It’s empty now....very few wander anymore outside of those whom make the world turn through service, and the multitude of electronic zombies (E-Zomb’s) faces crammed into phone screens, that move back and forth following their scripted paths of life. Just grunts or the half-hearted handwave to acknowledge that they are still breathing and alive.

I sit alone beneath a large tree in the center of town, watching it all go by...a little notebook open in my lap, where I jot down the most interesting thoughts that pop into my brain from time to time, when I see a purple post-it note pinned to the tree with a thumbtack. On it is an artful picture of an eye wearing a butterfly wing in it’s corner crease, with a small address and time and no designation. I take the note, and put it into my notebook to await evening at the appointed time...curious, but still a little bit cautious.

the sky is a beautiful velvet purple and crimson as the sun sets and I near my destination from the note. I walk along a sidewalk counting the building numbers as I go by, various lamps and street posts begin to ignite into glowing life in the growing dusk. I stop between two buildings, note in my hand, I count the two and note that the number skips one between the two building fronts. I hear old music drifting on the wind between the two storefronts and notice a small painting of an eye with butterfly wings off a ways down the narrow alley between buildings. I step off the well trod sidewalk, and follow the sounds down the alley until I reach a courtyard....like the kind one finds in the special places of New Orleans that aren’t on the tourist maps, nor social media posts.

there are strings of lights everywhere, a few odd pieces of art statues, and wrought iron scattered across the courtyard. sitting on benches are kids in old hippie clothes, goth kids lurking near the stairwells, art kids wearing whatever the hell they stitched together out of a scrap bin and dancing in small groups to whatever was flowing out the speakers surrounding the area. I see street kids, and punk kids, rappers and writers huddled around tables furiously scribbling down lyrics and rhyme. Skaters talking about their latest gnarly shred, plain janes and joes talking about life and oppression....in a word...it was old scenes alive and well and very much kicking in a little courtyard in the middle of nowhere.

I get approached by one of the goth kids and a beautiful hippie girl. They both had smiles on their faces and a welcoming look.

The goth is the first to speak, “hey, new guy....you look a little lost. Anything we can do to help?”

I pull out the purple note and reply tentatively “Not all who wander are lost...”

“and not everyone who do are found....welcome!” beamed the hippie girl.

“well to be honest, it was blind curiosity that led me here, so far....*looking around*....I'm not disappointed.”

The goth dude looks sideways at me, then asks. “so....how long have you been unplugged?”

“About 6 months now, it’s not been easy.”

“Six months? Damn man.....you been alone all this time?”

“Yes....but it gave me time to think, to dream, to see a world I was no longer part of.”

“Wow....that’s deep, Mr. moody.....*eyeroll giggles* welcome to the club!!!” Hippy gal chimes in, “we all found our own ways out of the web in one way or another and sort of found each other by happy accident. You....well, you found one of our calling cards we throw up from time to time for a moot, just to touch bases and stay in touch.”

“Moot???” I reply.

The goth snorts a bit and broodingly says “Moot....a meet-up, soiree, party, get together, picnic, graveyard bash, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.” with profound dramatic hand waving. ”We meet up a few times a month in various locales to hob nob with the other unplugged, and share ideas or show off what’s been happening in our own scenes. Art, music, poetry, crafts...basically, all the best of us with none of the digital chains......everything’s on the table, and nothing is taboo. Within reason, of course *smirks* get too lewd and the community here is good about looking out for one another....fair warning.”

“Point taken. Understood. So, why the notes? Why not advertise on a board or through alts?”

Hippie gal grins, and says “Because, sugar, we’re old school.....analog, no digital...rockin’ the paper tags like the punks of old. Only those who unplug, and really start to notice the world around them will find us....like you. Notes on trees...that’s my contribution, people rarely ever look at the trees these days...too busy online with their faces crammed into their phones to notice. The goth crews tag the cemeteries and dark places, other kids leave clues in whatever scene they happen to be in, and we cross post the messages word of mouth in our own ways when we find out about the different moots going on across the cities. Tonight, it’s here in the garden with my tribe, next time it could be anywhere...you just have to keep your eyes open up for the clues as they place them. When in absolute doubt...always check the library...the dungeon/dragon kids always cross post every event they hear about in the stacks. We’re off grid baby! the ultimate “fuck you!” to the digital world. No chains, no obligations, 0 fucks given....living the life that was taken from us one soul at a time. 

“Ok, so no online presence. check. Moots posted in randoms if I'm paying attention. check. If lost, check the stack for tags. anything else i’m missing?”

“Well, only thing else is snail....”

“Snail?”

“Snail mail....post office. Look, you’re going to meet people here...If you play your cards right, you might even get land addy’s from some of them. you want to stay in touch? Snail, or wait for the next moot to IRL face time. either way, you’re going to have to dust off those ancient writing skills if you want to stay in the loop. You don’t have to commit to anything...this isn’t an obligation, nor requirement, but it’s old common courtesy to reply when someone sends you a snail. Take a chance! you might just be surprised at what you get.”

“ummm, thanks?”

“No problem....and welcome to the revolution.”

I spend the rest of the evening being introduced to the different groups, watching the event as it unfolds. Being exposed to new ideas, and feelings I haven’t felt for a long long time. I get a few land addy’s from various patrons, and give out mine. It’s kind of nice, being here...in the moment. 

the moot winds down, with groups and couples slowly wandering off into the night. I make my way over to a 24hr diner and grab a bite to eat. a few of the attendees are there as well grabbing coffee, or eats, and we continue conversations we had started a few hours earlier. It was a good night.

I make my way home in the early dawn, and for once, in my long life...I feel a sense of profound peace. Like everything, for just one brief moment in the world, is alright. A new glimmer of hope in my mind, and countless dreams just waiting for me to dream. life....is good.

I open the door to my home, the chimes of my digital masters fall on deaf ears for once, and I sleep the peace of the newly freed...

Sometimes, the most profound acts of rebellion involve the most simple of things, like removing oneself from that which binds you....

Welcome to a new sub-culture...may you free yourself from your virtual prisons, break the chains, and take a journey into the unknown. 

this is Generation V.....signing off.....

[timetravelingpigeon]

OC Interview Tag Game

Tagged by @cookiecuttercritter. Thank you!

Rules: Pick a character from your WIP, and have them answer these 15 questions, then tag 15 people

Because I’m currently wrestling with the persistent problem of trying to keep this WIP from turning into the Col and Morgan show, I’m going to be doing Riley for this one.

1: What is your full name?

“Riley Jane Tanner.”

2: What does your full name mean?

She shrugs. “I don’t know, I don’t care, and I can bet you good money my mother didn’t either.”

3: What are your other names/nicknames?

“I go by ‘Grace’ online.” “And what does that name mean?” the interviewer asks.

Her eyes narrow. “You’re... keen on this,” she says, slowly. “Whatever. Col vouched for you, so I guess I can tell you. It’s after Grace Hopper.” 

She waits expectantly for the interviewer to show a look of recognition. When she doesn’t get one, she breaks eye contact and grumbles, “Figures. She’s the woman who invented programming as we know it. The gal’s my patron saint.”

Read-more because this got long, lol

4: What’s your gender?

“I’m a woman.”

5: What’s your sexuality?

“Lesbian,” she replies, nonchalant, before awkwardly adding, “And Col? I think? Which is really fucking weird, because normally I prefer femmes, and Col... isn’t.”

6: Where are you from?

She shifts in her seat, glancing aside. “We shuffled around a lot when I was a kid, but it was mostly spent in the Pennsylvania area, near Pittsburgh.”

7: How old are you?

“Twenty-two. But I’m turning twenty-three in December.”

8: What is your magic form/what species are you?

She stares at the interviewer blankly for several long moments.

“Okay, look, I know my brother’s weird as hell, but we’re not aliens or fairies or whatever the fuck.”

9: What does your human form look like?

Her only response is to take a sip of her coffee and send the interviewer her most withering, deadpan stare over the rim.

She’s an overall small woman, somewhat short, with a thin build and a round, youthful face. Her hair is auburn and currently styled in a loose pixie cut. She’s fair-skinned, and has the faintest dusting of freckles on her cheeks. Her eyes are a striking shade of light blue.

10: What’s your aesthetic?

There’s a pause as she thinks the question over.

“Bright, bold, in your face,” is her answer. “Like a happy-go-lucky, Saturday-morning-cartoon character that got hooked on punk rock. Or if Big Bird decided that teaching kids to share and play nice just wasn’t cutting it any more, and so he started taking direct action by beating the shit out of white supremacists.”

It should be noted that neither she nor her author are particularly good at coming up with “aesthetics.”

11: Who’s your best friend?

“There’s this one guy, Eric. I met him during my Sociology course back in freshman year. Similar ideology, great sense of humor, and about as extroverted as I am. Also, one of the few guys I’ve met that have been completely chill about the fact that there was no way in hell I’d ever sleep with him, which is always a plus. I was actually house-sitting his and his girlfriend’s apartment when this whole clusterfuck happened.” 

A grimace briefly crosses her face. “Kinda did a shit job at it, but that was mostly the zombies’ fault, not ours. Honestly, I’m just glad he was on the other side of the country when the quarantine went up.”

“But according to Col?” she continues, “Them, in another timeline. Normally, I’d call bullshit, but... I think I can see it. If we’d gotten the ‘college roommates’ treatment, I think we could have hit it off. As it stands, they’re going to need to ease the fuck off the secrecy if they want to recreate whatever got us together in the first place.”

12: Would you ever get a piercing/ tattoo?

She smiles, and gives a quiet little chuckle. “Oh, I’ve considered it. A tattoo, I mean. Piercings were never my thing. But I do not have the money for it. And I have to look professional.”

13: When are you happiest?

“Easy. Either when I’m actually having some sibling bonding time for once in my goddamn life, or when I’m watching a newscaster talk about how some big-name company’s PR team is scrambling to deal with the fallout of some rogue hacker dumping their payroll information into the public domain.” 

Her mischievous grin somehow widens a fraction. “Bonus points if both are happening simultaneously.”

14: What’s your biggest secret?

Immediately, she raises a brow. “You think I’m just going to tell you?”

“Yes,” the interviewer assures her. “This is entirely confidential.”

There’s a long pause before, with a sigh, she relents. “I guess if Col’s confident that you won’t rat us out to the feds, then I can trust you to not spread this around.”

After briefly glancing about, she says, in a low voice, “I... kinda always knew that ███████████████████, if I’m being honest with myself. But I was so wrapped up in the hope that this was the end of ███████████████ and that we’d finally ██████████████████████████ that I ignored it.” Her expression turns potently bitter. “Serves me right for thinking that people can change.”

15: What was your first impression of [Col]?

“I come up to Eric’s apartment to find a note on the door, telling me that there’s a time traveler inside who wants to help us, and the note is there so that Morgan doesn’t get startled and kill them again. So I open the door, demand to know who the fuck they are, and they treat me to their ‘I’m a time traveler’ spiel. I thought is was complete bullshit, of course, but we were on the run from a fucking government hit-squad and, like they said, we were short on allies.”

After pausing to take another sip of her coffee, she continues, “And if that ally comes in the form of a weirdo of indeterminate gender with uncanny knowledge and lockpicking skills, then so be it.”

[project-scottsdale]

Scottsdale - Pool Scene [Valentine’s Day Special]

Eric put the duffel bag on his shoulder and walked outside, looking around for the others when he saw a one person at the pool. He knew who it was. He recognized that mullet anywhere.

The man jumped into the pool and started swimming around as Eric smiled. Time to do to dive, Eric! He thought as he walked towards the pool.

“Ohh yeah, baby! Feels like a hot tub! Too bad you made me feel like the King of Assholes because I went in for the kiss. Tell me you’re not gonna stand there watching me like a zombie.” Guy said.

Eric just looked at Guy, mesmerized. He was beautiful. The way his hair is floating on the surface of the water, the way his eyes glistened in the light of the moon, his perfect body... Frankly, he had seen it before, but he couldn’t get used to it. He was just too handsome...

He was broken out of his stupor when Guy suddenly splashed at him. He jumped back. “Don't you dare!”

“Come stop me, hippie!” He called out, smirking.

“Okay, you asked for it!” Eric said. He took off his clothes to reveal his swim trucks underneath. Usually, when he was called out to swim meetings, he would be nervous to show his shirtless self to people. He didn’t know why. He just felt nervous. But during his relationship with Guy, he gradually grew braver and eventually, he was able to show himself to him. He remembered that night clearly. The feeling of his hands running down his body, the pleasure... it felt good. He never felt this happy in his life. After that, he was okay with showing himself half naked to him. They have seen each other shirtless many times, so they were used to it by now. He was still shy about showing his body to the others, but now it was just the two of them.

“Cowabunga!”

With a shout, Eric jumped into the pool, making a big splash. He resurfaced and saw Guy with his signature smirk.

“Why, look, an otter in my water!” He followed the remark with the Jaws theme which made Eric roll his eyes.

“You are so obvious! And I still get freaked out by that movie, so stop!” He splashed Guy and he smirked when he heard him yelp. “I can’t even watch any of those shark shows!”

Guy splashed at Eric and soon, they were engaged in a battle, laughing the whole way.

“I’ll just have Chuck harpoon you from behind. Otter’s revenge!” Eric said, winking.

“Cheater!”

“Yeah, you wouldn’t know about that!”

Guy floated on his back in the water, staring up at the starry sky. Eric did the same as well. His smile faded and he had a look of sadness on his face.

“I wish my brother was here. He would totally love being at this place at night. Wish you guys have met each other.” Guy said.

“We will. With all this stuff going on, I’m starting to think everything is related and I want to find out for Jamie’s sake. She almost got arrested...”

“Everything in this town is changing, Eric. Especially you. I can already tell. You’re not meek and shy anymore.”

“Thanks, boyfriend.”

“You know what I mean. You’re becoming like this force of nature.”

“More like luck of nature. Look, I failed trying to save Jamie from her guilt. Maybe I’m just stumbling back and forth in the events... for what reason?”

“You didn’t stumble when you saved me, Eric.“

“Not that time. But that’s because you were there when everything started.”

“So it’s time to start moving forward. And we’re obviously connected since without me, we wouldn’t even be here right now.”

“Absolutely. You make me feel like I know what I’m doing.”

“And you make me feel like I have a reason for still being in Scottsdale.”

“I hope so.”

Guy blushed. “Stop being so humble. You’re like the smartest, most talented person I’ve ever known.”

“More than your brother?”

“Dude, I’m not his groupie, okay? And I’m sure you have Scottsdale gals all over you - like Alice.”

Eric faintly smiled. He remembered Jane talking about how Alice liked him before she found out about his relationship with Guy. It’s a good thing that they accepted him after they found out. Of course, he could not bring himself to cheat on him. He wouldn’t even dream of it.

“You’re the bro killer! Personality and hairstyle.” He said, smirking.

“You did not just say that. Plus, I am not down with these Scottsdale hillbillies.”

“I don’t blame you. Anyway, we have bigger fish to fry, right?” He raised his fist, ready for Guy to fistbump him.

“No worries. Once everything is over, you’re gonna make the world bow.” Guy said, returning the fistbump.

“As long as you’re there with me.” Eric said.

“Don’t look so sad. I’m never leaving you.”

Eric smiled again, a tint of red appearing on his cheeks. He shivered. “Now I’m getting cold in here.”

Guy splashed water at him again. “Because we’re yapping instead of attacking each other, otter versus shark style!” He rubbed his arms. “I think I’ve had my pool experience for the night. Let’s bounce.”

“Let’s call it a draw. I’m gonna freeze my ass off when I get out.”

They both got out of the pool, Guy helping him out. They both wrapped themselves up in towels and walked back to the building.

(Happy Valentine’s day, everyone! ^ ^)

[k-liight]

since it's December, I thought I would introduce (or for some of you re-introduce) the characters of my original Christmas story, Christmas Corpses! I know that sounds kind of demented, but it's essentially about a zombie who saves Christmas. cute, right? XD anyhoo, since this is a very character-driven story, I'll just kind of explain the characters and the story at the same time.

   The Oglethorpes are just your average sub-urban family who are getting ready for the holidays together. Especially young Samantha Oglethorpe, who loves Christmas more than anything else in the world. She and her little half-brother, Dominic, are helping their rather mismatched but loving parents deck the halls, and Samantha is especially looking forward to finally meeting Santa and his reindeer. At twelve-going-on-thirteen years old, she is often made fun of for still believing in Santa, but she ignores the haters, and this year, she's confident that her little plan to "catch" Santa is finally going to work. But of course, nothing ever goes as planned. Just three days before Christmas, Samantha decides to take an innocent walk around town and do some window shopping. But when she doesn't come back after three hours, her family panics, drives around trying to find her, and calls the cops when they can't. The cops eventually find her--but she isn't alive. The rest of the Oglethorpes are distraught, and from that point on, they begin to hate Christmas.    Five years later, the Oglethorpes are unaware that their dead daughter rises regularly to feast on the brains of anything that has them, along with the rest of those laid in the same cemetery. This reanimated zombie girl has no memory of what Christmas even is, let alone the fact that she liked it so much. However, she does have vague recollections of bright reds and greens and a chubby old man with a long white beard. For the most part, she ignores them. But little does she know that she's about to meet the man from her memories.    Up at the North Pole, Santa and Mrs Claus are getting ready for Christmas once again. The elves are busy making toys and the reindeer are complaining about how everyone messes up their pronouns. That's right--all of Santa's reindeer are female! And that's not me trying to put a weird feminist twist on things, it's biology. only female reindeer keep their antlers during the winter, and all of Santa's reindeer have antlers on Christmas, right? XD anyway, Santa's head reindeer, Rudolph, is a sassy gal who loves hanging out with the elves and working out in preparation for her yearly flight. two of her closest friends are the cheerfully goofy Poinsettia and her more serious brother Yule. They're both great at their jobs, and Yule is one of the most renowned--but one day he goes missing. Everyone at the North Pole is appalled, but especially Jane Torkin, an espionage agent and self-proclaimed protector of the elves. this tough blondie happens to be head-over-heels for Yule, and she's determined to bring him home. Rudolph sets off to find him as well--but instead, she finds Samantha. Poor Rudolph finds herself in that particular cemetery just as the dead are rising, and when she gets her hooves stuck in some old fencing, she braces herself for her end. But something about the reindeer sparks Samantha's memory and makes her feel alive again, and so she turns her back on the other zombies and saves her. Shocked, but grateful, Rudolph decides to bring the redheaded zombie girl back with her to the North Pole. When they get there, everyone is understandably afraid--everyone that is, but Santa. he recognizes her as the sweet little girl who was mysteriously murdered five years ago, and thinks that her death and Yule's disappearance may be linked. from there, it's a tinsel-filled murder mystery and rescue mission as Samantha slowly regains her humanity and Jane is ready to blast her head off should she try to harm any of the elves. eventually, the fate of Christmas falls into Samantha's bony hands, but it's going to be tough when they psychopathic Mr Malo is out to end the holiday once and for all.    if you were watching me on DeviantArt a couple of Christmases ago, you may recognize some of these guys (man, I've been revisiting a lot of characters from 2015, haven't I? XD), but I decided that I needed to properly introduce the whole cast, and give the ones I've drawn before a make-over. hopefully I'll get to draw some more of these guys before Christmas is over XD

[dcnativegal]

In which Jane turns 60 in the desert

Thursday, July 25th, 2019 was the first day that we were all together, everyone present. On Wednesday, my cousin Targ (a nickname created from “Margaret”) and her mother, my aunt, my father’s only sibling, Mary Lee Lincoln McIntyre, had arrived in a rental car from Eugene airport and checked into a cabin at Summer Lake Hot Springs. My sister, Elizabeth Lincoln, drove my kids, Jonah and Clara, and two of her kids, Yuuki and Makoto, and her husband Jim, up from Reno, arriving just after noon. My cousin, Julie McIntyre, drove with her son, Shayden, all the way from Tucson, AZ.  Valerie’s youngest, Arden, and his partner Maggie drove in from the Willamette Valley, and Valerie’s sister Karen arrived on Thursday from Chiloquin. Karen left on Friday, having to prepare a sermon for Sunday, so by Saturday morning, this was the assembled crew:

We had a more serious portrait shot but I tend to prefer the ‘act goofy’ photos. I look like a zombie, well fed after the apocalypse, Valerie is simply laughing. Mary Lee, age 86, is clearly game for anything. Yuuki is doing a pose. Maggie is blowing bubbles. Everyone was a good sport.

Months ago, realizing I was headed to the end of my 60th year on earth, I decided to invite the descendants of Ruth and Henry Lincoln to the Oregon Outback, Great Basin, High Desert land of Paisley to celebrate the fact of my existence. Not all could come, but a surprising number did. And the two relations of Valerie who were easily able to join us, got to meet more of my peeps.

That Thursday, we enjoyed a Mexican themed dinner, accommodating the vegan and the beef-eating, the gluten free and the ‘organic-only.’  Since July 25th was the day I decided would be my designated birthday with everyone as my captive audience, we played “Vertellis.”  It’s a Dutch card game that’s pretty simple: four rounds are organized into individual and group questions. I picked two categories of individual questions: Looking back on the year, what was good, crazy, interesting… and, looking forward to next year, what do you plan, hope for, find challenging? Everyone picks a card with a question, and you answer as honestly as you wish when it’s your turn.

I highly recommend https://vertellis.com/ for gatherings of people you don’t regularly see, especially around holidays. The answers can be hilarious, revelatory, and touching. When Valerie drew a card about picking something from the past year that she regretted, she told us: “I should have bought that primer bulb for the weed whacker way sooner!” Ever the practical gal, that Valerie! Clara hopes that the immigration hearing goes well for her husband, Jose. The answers spanned quite a range, and helped us to know each other a little bit better.

Why do we gather relatives only for funerals and weddings?  Or for old people’s 90th birthdays? Why not age 60?

I did feel selfish about the whole thing, off and on. My family had to spend money on the flights, the rental cars, and then the cabins at Summer Lake Hot Springs. My friend and coworker, JD, and his husband Joey lent me their RV camper, so 4 of the young’uns could sleep in that for nothing’. There were 4 Lincoln/McIntyre/Matteuccis and 4 Lincoln/Frey/Saitohs in each cabin. There was a lovely symmetry to the housing. The inside of the cabins has a southwest, rustic feel:

They are not air conditioned, and it was quite hot during the day, although as we say out west, at least ‘it’s a dry heat.’  Here in the desert, it is also very dusty. Thank goodness the temperatures cool off at night to around 50 degrees F, and there’s almost always a breeze.

There are the fabulous hot springs pools, too: here is the pool house at dusk, run through a filter:

We managed to escape the heat by going to the swimming hole in the Chewaucan River, which I’d never been to. The water is cool but not freezing, and clear, so that I could sit in a shallow spot and pick out flat rocks for Clara to skip. Even my aunt went, situated in a camp chair, safe from the water, and an elderly chihuahua named Uddha came, too. He stayed well away from the watery fracas.

Valerie and Uddha

Mary Lee and Uddha

 Someone stacked rocks in a lovely sculptural way:

We spent Friday schlepping to Picture Rock Pass to look at the petroglyphs, and then to Crack in the Ground, where I’d been wanting to go. That place is magical. Aunt Mary Lee sat comfortably in the shade on the picnic bench while the rest of us went one way or another, deep into the crevasses. My cousin’s son Shayden is a confident free climber and scaled all the way to the surface. We breathed in the moist, cool air and reveled in curious rock formations.

Shayden at Crack in the Ground

Where did this fern blow in from? Way to the west? I salute you, brave, flying little fern.

Looks like a path in the Holy Land, or a Roman ruin….

 “Crack in the Ground is a volcanic fissure that formed at the western boundary of a small graben underlying the Four Craters Lava Field. The Crack and lava field were recently dated at about 14,000 years old. The fissure is about 2 miles long and 70 feet deep, and disappears into lake sediments at its southern end. Therefore, this supports an interpretation that Lake Fort Rock rose no higher than this level in the last 14,000 years.”  http://www.fortrockoregon.com/Crack.html

Although impressing my family with the gorgeousness of high desert Eastern Oregon was deeply satisfying, the best part of the visit was the conversations. Family lore was reviewed by Mary Lee, who lived it, and Elizabeth, who brought a copy of a bound books she had made of her genealogy research on the Lincolns and the Smiths (my mother’s side.) Jonah was asked about The Future of Film, and Makoto shared that he’s looking forward to his semester in Japan where he can improve his Japanese and get a bit more feeling about the land of his father’s ancestors. I didn’t actually have any deep conversations. I felt a little bit like a bride: everyone’s gathered here to see me (and my beloved), and my job is to play my role and make sure everyone has enough seltzer to drink, and a comfy clean pillow. It was enough to create the event of gathering: I hope to continue conversations with my sister, cousins, and children by phone with more depth now that we’ve seen each other in the flesh.

 The family came in from Brooklyn, DC, Philadelphia, Virginia, Delaware, Albuquerque and Tucson, all very urban places. The empty expanses, and the star lit night sky, will surely stay with our visitors. Arden, Valerie’s youngest, was a firefighter in Lake County and knows a lot of cool locations, like the dry Loco Lake. He took the youngest generation to check it out on at least two nights. I was too tired. But from the photos, it looks like yet another spooky, otherworldly piece of the Oregon Outback.

Yuuki is the most photogenic creature that ever was, and was beautifully lit at Loco Lake by Jonah.

 Beautiful Clara, and Jonah making Alkali Angels??

 Apparently Loco Lake was a highlight for the youngest generation.

For the oldest traveler, Mary Lee, I think the best part of the trip was just seeing everyone. She’s lived and visited most of the planet, and reared her three children in New Dehli and Lebanon. She knows world history and writes plays about strong women, including Eleanor Roosevelt. She survived being widowed in her early 40s, and again in her 70s. She loves Italy, travel in general, gems, and her children and grandchildren. She loves me enough to deal with flight delays and dusty heat. She is amazing.

I was born in the evening of August 15th when Perry Mason was apparently just starting on TV. My father had just turned 30 two weeks before my arrival, and my mother was just 23. My mother passed away when she was 55, and my father after 7 years in a nursing home following a devastating stroke at age 69. Neither lived long enough to know my life as a divorced lesbian, and would have wondered at my choice to live in Paisley. Hopefully they’d have come around to my being gay, and as long as I have a job and am self sufficient, my father would have relaxed about the move. He’d also loved all the gun-toting, horse-riding republicans and he’d have adored Trump. Mom would have romanticized the First Nation people, and asked me about all the churches we’ve tried in our futile search for another St. Stephen’s. In any case, their daughters, myself and Elizabeth, are doing fine, and so are our five children. Mary Lee has 5 grandchildren, too. The 10 great grands of Ruth and Henry.

Ruth Turner, the descendant of slave owners. Henry Lincoln, cousin to the Great Emancipator. In that tension lies most of American History.

One thing that I reflect on as I think about the descendants of Ruth and Henry, is that we are committed to the social good, and to the arts. My sister is learning Healing Touch for working with animals and humans. Cousin Julie is an expert on pollinators, working against all hope for the healing of the environment with the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service. Her sister, Targ, is a middle school guidance counselor. Brother Andrew McIntyre, who couldn’t come to Paisley, is a professor of acupuncture. Yuuki is an artist, exploring gender and the biracial life as a Japanese-American hyphenated human, with courage and sass. I’ve been a social worker for 33 years, now psychotherapist to the bruised and broken-hearted of Lake County. My daughter Clara is in charge of a tutoring site in Prince Georges County for at risk Latinx youth, using her bilingual skills to bring children and grandchildren of immigrants more opportunity through education. My son Jonah makes music videos in Brooklyn, living in what Beverly Tatum Daniel calls the borderlands where cultures complement, challenge, connect and stimulate each other. I asked him recently why he only dates women of color, particularly women of the African Diaspora. He says, they can relate to being of two cultures. Since he grew up white in a non-white world, he feels like a code switcher, too.

We are all in our own way, justice-seeking.

 The other part of the birthday extravaganza was letting people give to me. Receiving. Valerie had been reading a book called, It’s Not Your Money, by Tosha Sliver, who’s an amazing writer using humor and an ecumenical lens. I started reading it, and found this prayer, which I inhaled into my heart for the awkwardness of receiving all the love of my family for my birthday.

Here I go, headlong into my 61st year, giving with complete ease and abundance, wildly open to receiving.

[itsdisneymydudes]

I’m Gonna Wreck It

Another movie I haven’t seen, another live blog! This week I’ll be checking out Wreck-It Ralph. Truth be told, idk why I haven’t seen this before: video game and arcade jokes? What’s not to love omg.

Oh my god, 8-bit Disney Animation logo with complimentary 8-bit music. It’s perfect.

Wait a minute...is Ralph really the bad guy if the bulldozer moved his stump first? I can kinda understand his aggression seeing as they hit first. He’s only responding...with fists...

Fastest way to get exposition is to have John C. Riley narrate over a video game lemme tell ya. And the premise makes a lot of sense. Ralph does his job. It just so happens that that job is to wreck everything. And get thrown off a roof. Into mud. Medal-less.

Lol @the-kid​-who-says-“This animation is so real.” I see you, Disney. I see you.

Whoa. Just whoa. The arcade time lapse is so full of old video game references, there is no way you could catch them all in one viewing. Damn, Disney really went all out with the royalties for this movie. Pac-man, Asteroids, Frogger, TMNT, this is beautiful.

And we’re still less than 3 minutes into this movie. Oh, this is gonna be good.

Aw, Ralph wants to love his job but hates it at the same time. Is this gonna be a mid-life crisis told through video games? Please say yes.

Lolololol this is like a modern version of Toy Story. All the video games come to life once the people leave. Oh and Street Fighter II? That could not have been easy to get in this movie (and they only use it for a quick joke about grabbing a drink after work, too. Now that’s dedication to making your world believable).

I’m loving this translation of choppy 8-bit video game motions into a 3D animated world. It’s a subtle touch, but one that makes everything more realistic imo.

Also, loving the meta-humor where Ralph literally wrecks everything he touches. Even the bushes fall over after he brushes them.

Aw, Ralph’s true motivations are coming through... :(

Lol a Bad-Anon meeting? Idk what’s better: the fact that it’s a play on Alcohol Anonymous or the fact that they used Anon from Internet slang.

Nope, I change my mind. The best part about this is how many video game baddies they have here. Bowser, Kano, Dr. Robotnik, Blinky the Ghost, I just can’t believe it.

Aw, the bad guys are really trying to explain to Ralph why being bad isn’t necessarily a bad thing. That’s nice.

Oh my god, Kano just ripped Zombie’s heart out. That’s hilarious. Fatality (except Zombie is already dead...).

Lol. Thanks, Satan.

I like how everyone freaks out when Ralph says he doesn’t want to be the bad guy anymore. Society has rules, and if Ralph is trying to break them in the slightest (”go Turbo”), then everyone loses their minds. Even for bad guys, you still gotta follow the rules.

Whoa. Blinky is right. Don’t try and change who you are to be better, accept who you are to be a better you. Damn, deep stuff.

AHHH THE BAD-ANON MEETING WAS IN BLINKY’S RESPAWN BOX FOR PAC-MAN. THAT’S ABSOLUTE GOLD.

Oh my god Game Central Station is magnificent. The gates are outlet faces, and there are so many video game characters there. This is amazing.

Lol “All aboard the Soul Train, outlet 12.” Nice throwback.

Oooo a “random security check” always pulling aside Ralph. Not-so-subtle discrimination allegory. I like it. Also, Lara Croft name-dropping is always a good touch.

Sonic is in this movie too??? Marvelous. Simply marvelous.

Holy crap, Q*bert is homeless because their game got unplugged??? Snake too??? Oh my god that’s right in the feels. Aw and Ralph gives them his cherry. That’s so sweet. Gah this is gonna be an emotional roller coaster of a movie.

Lolololol is that supposed to be Skrillex?

Ralph and Felix’s conversation is so awkward. That makes me sad :(

Ah, Ralph is already breaking stuff. Ah and Felix’s respawn animation. Too cute.

Two things: 1) why are the apartment people so effing rude. Were they raised in a bar? Jfc. 2) I’m loving how anti-social Ralph is. Yea, you tell em buddy. Stick it to the man.

As sad as Ralph wrecking the cake is, you gotta appreciate the pixelated cake-splatter everywhere.

Oh my gosh how did I not see this before?! Tapper is an old video game too! Golly gee, references are everywhere!!!

Super mushrooms and Metal Gear exclamation points in the lost-and-found! Brilliant!

Oh, I get it. Hero’s Duty is supposed to be a cross between Halo and Call of Duty. Modern games are in this movie too. Smashing.

Is that Jane Lynch???? Oh heck yes!

“First Person Shooter coming through.” Niceeeeeeee.

This dubstep-space-robot-bug-thingy-shooter sequence is FUCKING AWESOME. HOLY NUTS WHY CAN’T ALL DISNEY MOVIES BE LIKE THIS.

Even in this chaotic shooting game, “formation” and social constructs are paramount. Damn, society. You scary.

Ralph and the “old video games” calling out the “new video games” for being scary. Got em.

Ha. A giant blue beam to zap all the bugs with. Cute.

Subway product placement? Huh. Interesting.

Also, the jerk guys who are clearly way older than the marketed arcade demographic are total jerks. Realistic arcade representation though. Every arcade has em.

Oh snap. Now I know why “sticking to the program” is so important. If games don’t, then they can be shut down for good. That’s so dark, Disney.

Ah now I wanna learn Q*bert-ese. That sounds really fun.

Also, it’s funny to see how much the village people (pun intended) need Ralph now after they berated him for “wrecking everything.” Yea, karma bitch.

I like how smitten Felix is for high-definition characters. Lol innuendo.

Are the cybug eggs supposed to be a reference to the eggs from Aliens? If so, I approve.

Aw, Ralph just wants everyone’s approval. That’s so sad :( Poor Ralph.

The little cybug just jumped on Ralph’s face. Totally a reference to Aliens.

Hahahahaha. Sonic lost his rings!

Sugar Rush is a mix between Mario Kart and Candyland right? That’s sweet (yes, pun intended again).

Also, that’s a theme catchy song.

I can’t believe that’s Sarah Silverman!

Whoa was that a glitch...? Do they have those in this movie?

If cybugs are viruses, does that mean Hero’s Duty is like the Norton Antivirus of the arcade then? Lol that’d be a riveting game.

Pay-to-play for this racing competition seems like it guarantees the richest racers will always race…it’s almost like the top 1% of racers will always stay at the top…hey wait a minute, Disney…

I like how the coins dissolve in to 0’s and 1’s. It’s the little details that make this movie awesome.

Oh no, Ralph’s medal got dissolved…

So Vanellope is a glitch. Whoa.

Haha. The cops are donuts. Got em.

Is that Ralph or Shrek?

AH IS THIS SUPPOSED TO BE A REPRESENTATION OF POLICE BRUTALITY??? AH DISNEY I SEE YOU

Whoa, glitch discrimination. That’s some deep stuff yo.

THE OREOS ARE FROM THE WIZARD OF OZ I’M GONNA McFREAKIN’ LOSE IT

Children of the Candy Corn? There are so many references in this movie that I highly doubt younger audiences will recognize.

Lol. Fun-geon. Pun-geon. Aha, ok. I’m done-geon. Oh my god. It went full circle.

A Darth Vader breathing reference? What doesn’t this movie have???

Pixlexia? Is that a play on dyslexia?

Holy fuck, these racers are awful. They’re destroying Vanellope’s car just cuz she’s different? WTF.

Yay! Ralph to the rescue!

Haha. Ralph can break everything except a jawbreaker. Just like I remember them.

Oh snap. Nvm, he did.

Why would a creepy character like Turbo be the hero of a racing game? He sure doesn’t look like a hero…

Also, good exposition for the word “Turbo.”

Ahaha. Nesquik-sand. I love Nesquik. But I hate sand. It’s rough. And course. And it gets everywhere (lol, ok I’m done).

Aha Laffy Taffy that laugh. This movie is full of puns too? Oh I am in love.

Aaaaand insert obligatory Disney romance subplot here.

Lol. Gunshots are the fastest way to silence unwanted singing.

Oh my gosh. Candy-cybugs???

Is Vanellope calling Ralph “Knuckles” supposed to be a Sonic the Hedgehog reference? If so, I love it.

Lolololol did she just call him GLaDOS too??? Gold!!!

A game within a game. Game-ception? Nope, a mini-game!

Aw Vanellope and Ralph are bonding.

AW VANELLOPE LOVES THE CAR RALPH MADE FOR HER. THAT’S SO FUCKING PRECIOUS.

I get the vibe I’m not supposed to like King Candy, but his puns save me. Spiritually, ethically, psychologically. Everything.

Ahhhhh the ol’ Mentos and Diet Coke trick. Good one.

Whoa. The parallels between Vanellope and Ralph are striking, sure. But the fact that she can’t even leave her game because she’s a glitch? That’s hard stuff. At least Ralph can go where he pleases. Damn, Disney.

Lol, Vanellope learning to drive is exactly how I was in driver’s ed. “What do these pedals on the floor do?”

Vanellope has a chance to win if she can “get that glitch under control?” That totally undermines the entire message of the movie thus far! What the heck!

AAAAAAAHHHHH THE UP-UP-DOWN-DOWN-LEFT-RIGHT-LEFT-RIGHT-B-A-START CHEAT CODE!!!!!! YES!!!!!!!!

Aw, even Vanellope’s code is alienated from the rest of the game…

Lol, come on Felix. Put a trigger warning on before you say “Dynamite gal.”

HOLY FUCK VANELLOPE WILL DIE IF SHE WINS THE RACE. OH MY GOD KING CANDY’S LOGIC MAKES SENSE BUT HOLY FUCK THAT’S AWFUL. JESUS DISNEY WHY DO YOU HAVE TO DO THIS TO ME.

AAAAHHH VANELLOPE MADE RALPH A MEDAL OH MY GOD THIS IS TOO MUCH

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH RALPH NO NOT THE CAR OH MY FUCKING GOD NO NO NO NO NO

This movie is really sending mixed signals about being bad. Is it good to be bad? Is it bad to be bad? Are bad guys just alone no matter which way they try to be?

Waaaaaiiiit a minute. Why is Vanellope on the side of the arcade game if she’s a glitch? Game makers wouldn’t do that…what’s going on…

Lol, I literally just thought of that Ralph. No fair.

Haha. Candy-coated Heart of Darkness. The horror. The horror.

Jesus, eating Sour Bill is like dunking him in acid. Ralph is twisted, wow oh wow.

Whoa. Jeez how omnipotent is King Candy? He forcibly made Vanellope a glitch, then locked up everyone’s memories of her? Whoa.

The game will reset if Vanellope crosses the finish line? Hm….

Also, nice “stick around” pun, Ralph.

Lol. Felix making the bars stronger is great.

So is Ralph returning to being bad…by doing something good? Again, what is this movie trying to say! Be good or be bad??? Be bad with good intentions??? Jeez, I’ve never had such an identity crisis over a movie before!

Haha. The assorted fans with nuts are the Cameron Crazies. Nice touch.

Ooooooo I love the camera pan-around for the racecars! Just like in Mario Kart!

Ah someone even spun out before the start! Didn’t get the timing right, eh?

Now that’s what I call pod-racing!

Ayyy nice. Vanellope’s glitch moved her ahead of those Mean-Girl-esque candy racers!

Damn, Vanellope is 2 fast 2 furious for King Candy (with a little Tokyo Drift thrown in there for good measure).

Oh my god. It all makes sense now. King Candy is Turbo. He passed his glitch on to Vanellope so she’d be the outcast and not him. But Vanellope inadvertently passed it back to him and exposed him. Whoa.

Oh nice, another literary reference. On the “Come back soon” sign, it says “Parting is such sweet sorrow…” from Romeo and Juliet. Nice one (and a good pun too).

Oh god, Vanellope still can’t leave the game.

No no no she can’t die. No no no don’t do it, Disney.

Oh I see. Ralph is using his bad wrecking powers for good. Ohhhhhh.

Ohhhh snap. Now Turbo is game-hopping virus. Shit.

OH NO. NO NO NO. IS RALPH GONNA DIE???

Oh. He didn’t. Good.

Wait, is Vanellope getting a dress? Aw come on, Disney. I thought we were done with gender stereotyping.

Whoa, what??? Princess Vanellope??? Yo way to go!!!

Yea, Vanellope, yea! Execute those suckers! Fuck em up!!!

Aw, she was just kidding. Darn it.

Lol, constitutional democracy? President Vanellope? Yea, I’d vote for her.

Jesus, even with a happy ending, Disney has to play with my heart. Why does Ralph have to say goodbye. Why why why.

Aw a nice sweet happy ending where everybody wins. Good ol’ Disney.

HOLY CRAP RALPH CAN SEE VANELLOPE RACING WHEN HE GETS THROWN OFF THE BUILDING THAT IS SO FREAKING CUTE OH MY GOSH

AHHHHH WHAT A PERFECT ENDING. WHAT A PERFECT LAST LINE. AHHHHH THIS MOVIE IS SO PERFECT. I CAN’T HANDLE THIS RIGHT NOW GAAAAAHHHHHH

OH MY GOODNESS JUST WHEN I THOUGHT THIS MOVIE COULDN’T GET ANY BETTER. THE PAC-MAN ENDGAME GLITCH IS AT THE END OF THE CREDITS DURING THE DISNEY LOGO. HOW PERFECT IS THAT!?!?!? AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

This movie is beautiful. Just simply beautiful.

[profoundpiratekoala-blog]

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