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Topsy Turvy Days in Savanaclaw

Father and son, in the same dorm once again… Oh yeah, and Floyd’s also there 😂

The King of Beasts, and his Spirit of Persistence.

Lilia Vanrouge...

... looks so out of place within a group of muscular Savanaclaw students, both in stature and in bulk. He relishes in the almost comedic difference in the proportions between himself and his dorm mates, thinking it greatly amusing to be surrounded by intimidating looking men. "It was the very same back in my days in the military or in Diasomnia," he chuckles. "I provide all the charm that is necessary, no matter the group I am in." Lilia gets a real kick out of acting overly cutesy while he’s surrounded by big, buff guys—it always catches passerbys off guard (“Tee hee! You’d better watch out, or we’ll punish you ⭐️”)

No one took Lilia all that seriously to begin with. The Savanaclaw kids constantly jeered at him, unaware that they were actually provoking a great fairy general! Lilia isn’t really bothered by it, but he had to teach them to properly respect their elders—and before long, he’s become one of the most popular people in the dorm?! The students he beat up especially gain a sense of admiration for him. (“You’re so cool, aniki!! You’re small, but you pack a punch!!”)

Oddly enough, the Savanaclaw students also come to respect the knowledge Lilia has to impart. Some of the boys come off as perhaps too gruff or quick to anger, but you can always count on Lilia-chan to be there with some good advice or his own experiences to relate to them. He doesn’t see them as violent or troubled kids; he wants to hear them out and see where they’re coming from. Not only does he give tips on how to be better fighters, but he also dishes out the wisdom they need for the most existential of crises—who are they, and what is their purpose in this world? How can someone seemingly so young possess wisdom that rivals that of the great kings of the past? It’s a mystery to the entire dorm.

In spite of all that he knows, Lilia wants to learn even more!! He asks the various beastmen that inhabit Savanaclaw about their own cultures and customs, as they vary from subspecies to subspecies. They’ll pal around and get rowdy as they tell their tales and spin their histories for him, and the more that Lilia hears, the more he appreciates that he is able to peacefully coexist with such interesting people.

Lilia rises bright and early with a spring in his step! He has lots of things to do before the school day even starts, and that includes liberally applying sunscreen and sneaking over to Silver’s room and dragging his son up for rigorous morning training!! They exercise and stretch together just like old times. Due to Lilia’s sun sensitivity, he has to cover up a lot of his skin (meaning he sweats more easily) and they have to take frequent water breaks.

Lilia’s sun protection game in the savanna is on point!! He’s packed his extra strength sunblock, his parasol, a sun visor, gloves, long sleeve clothes and pants, and an assortment of silly sunglasses. He has glittery heart-shaped frames, one that comes with a honking clown nose, and even a pair that has a twirly little mustache—all souvenirs he’s collected over the years.

The beastmen are particularly sensitive to the racket (practicing his music/singing for Pop Music Club) coming from Lilia’s room, as well as the smells/tastes of whatever weird UFOs (unidentified food objects) he has whipped up. Heightened senses are a detriment when the hazard known as Lilia is in the immediate vicinity!! Most recently, Lilia found a fascinatingly rotund grub which he tossed into a pasta dish that gave off an already ominous aura. (He claims it “tastes like chicken, slimy yet satisfying!”, but no one touched it… except Floyd, who ate it on a dare and laid in bed for the next two days with terrible cramps.)

Lilia casually hangs out upside down on the rope bridge runways. Since they’re located so close to the dorm rooms, sometimes the students get spooked finding Lilia staring at them dead in the face when they exit. He’ll just laugh and swing down, wishing them a good morning or sweet dreams—when, surely, he knows that his sudden appearance is sure to give some of them startles and mild nightmares.

“Kufufu, I’m quite enjoying my time here in Savanaclaw. Certainly, its fledgling prince and I may not see eye-to-eye on leadership matters, but that has no bearing on the strength of those he serves. This dormitory is strong not only in terms of physical attributes, but in character and heart. And truly, that is the strongest muscle there is. Without these welcoming lads, I wouldn’t have had nearly half as much fun as I did~

Floyd Leech...

… doesn’t really feel one way or another about the matter. He thought it would be cool to be a part of Savanaclaw when he was asked about it, but that was then, and this is now! He doesn’t linger on any one opinion for all too long. The thing he’s most excited for is just to be away from work for a bit, a trip where he can go and squeeze the daylights out of new targets sounds good in his book!

… Well, Floyd intended on treating this dorm swap thing like a vacation getaway but Azul and Jade still contact him about “business”. Azul thinks of this as a golden opportunity to sneak around for clues of Leona’s weaknesses. Meanwhile, Jade just wants his brother to collect samples of various savanna-exclusive fungi for his personal research. Floyd leaves them both on read because he can’t be bothered with them right now.

Floyd immediately hits everyone up to brawl. No reason for it is really needed, he just wants to fight strong opponents and to face real challenges to come out on top! … Anyway, Floyd decimates each and every challenger with ease (and, in venting some of his frustration over Leona refusing to entertain him in combat, sent some students to the nurse’s office). He’s bored out of his miiind!!

Of course, the dry savanna biome will wreak havoc on a merperson’s natural need to remain moisture sooo… Say good-bye to the waterfall and pool area in the Savanaclaw lounge. Floyd has monopolized it for himself, and he doesn’t need to pitch up a “Beware of Sharks” sign for everyone and their dads to know it. The instant you see his tail or head slowly rising up from the water, that’s when you start running.

Floyd picks up a pretty useful saying he hears a lot around the dorm (originating in the Afterglow Savanna). “Hakuna matata”, which means no worries for the rest of your days. It’s meant to be a saying that reassures others, but Floyd uses it to justify acting on his own whims. For example, he’ll punch someone in the arm a little too forcefully (to the point where it seems like a provocation rather than being playful), then follow it up with “hakuna matata” (it’s his ironic equivalent of, “don’t worry about it, bro”).

Floyd adapts extremely well to the more “wild” ways of Savanaclaw, letting more of his own animalistic nature come out. His sharp teeth sink in a little too easily into that leg of… zebra meat. He gets a little too rough when he wants to show affection or just hang out. Whatever Floyd does, it’s somehow magnified by a factor of ten—it must be the environment that’s bringing out the most of his inner wild child. (“Goodness, he’s really cutting loose,” Lilia observes. “It’s nice to see the youth so full of energy.”)

The wide open spaces of Savanaclaw’s lounge means there’s plenty of room for Floyd to monkey around without worrying about breaking expensive furniture. He launches himself all over the place in complex and increasingly dangerous parkour moves, his raspy, hyena-like cackling ringing out in the lounge and rippling across the waters. It’s a wonder how he comes out of those intense sessions totally unscathed, yet still manages to somehow tear up his surroundings.

No one knows where the heck Floyd found them, but he rummaged around and collected enough bones to make a working drum set??? He has a grand old time banging on it using two long arm bones as drumsticks. It’s a little eerie and odd to watch and to listen to, but it’s very “Floyd” of him to march to the beat of his own drum. Before long, he attracts a bit of an audience, participate with their own percussion or offer up lyrics. Even Lilia and Silver join in the impromptu song number (although Silver’s animal friends need some soothing to be comfortable around the bony instruments).

“Eeeh, I thought this place would have more interesting things. There’s no one here as strong as me, so there’s not a real challenge. Azul and Jade have been blowing up my phone for favors too… Maaan, they’re really tickin’ me off today. At least Savanclaw’s got alllll this space and no one can tell me what to do. Losers don’t get the right to boss me around. Ehehehe~ Survival of the fittest’s the name of the game, and I’m killin’ it!!”

Silver...

… is relieved that he can be by his father’s side in this unfamiliar new environment. He doesn’t doubt that Lilia can look after himself just fine, but his tendency to fret for Lilia’s wellbeing never totally goes away. It’s been a while since they’ve had some quality father-son time, just the two of them—and now is as good of as time as any to catch up.

Sebek bombards Silver’s phone with a wall of texts, each loudly (all caps) expressing his jealousy that Silver gets to spend one-on-one time with their mentor (while weeping about how he and Malleus aren’t in the same dorm, OH WOE IS HE). Silver’s able to calm his junior down by sharing nice little anecdotes and pictures of his surroundings—shards of sunlight piercing the sky, the distant call of unique birds. They’re memories he will treasure forever, and precious moments he wants to share with the others in Diasomnia when he returns.

Knowing that his father is not good with sunlight, Silver becomes Lilia’s personal shield whenever possible. He’ll literally walk in front of Lilia or contort himself into weird shapes just to let his father be a little cooler in his shadow (even though Lilia will tug on his arm and insist that they’re equals, so they should walk side-by-side instead)! “… What if I just held your parasol for you, father? Would that be acceptable? Please, let me assist you.”

The warm weather of the savanna is dangerous for Silver. He’s usually sleepy, but it’s sooo much easier for him to faceplant into the dirt in such cozy conditions! Luckily for him, Lilia’s nearby to swoop in and haul Silver off to bed, be it at the base of a tree or in a hammock. Lilia stays by his side all the while, sometimes humming a soft, vaguely familiar lullaby as he strokes his son’s hair, sending him off safely into the world of dreams.

He’s… kind of dense sometimes. Silver likes to give everyone the benefit of the doubt and think the best of them, even when the other party is clearly being an aggressor. Whenever he so much as accidentally brushes shoulders with a Savannaclaw student in the halls, they get all up in his face and Silver just stares back, bows, and offers an apology. Somehow he interprets every fight or provocation as a genuine mistake or an attempt to make friends. Just how much of a space cadet is he?! the Savanaclaw kids wonder.

Like with Lilia, fhe Savanaclaw students aren’t initially very friendly to Silver. Something about his aura just pisses them off (maybe because he reminds them of “those goody two shoes RSA chumps”, especially with that parade of cute woodland creatures following him wherever he goes). They do whatever they can to intimidate and pick on him, but it never seems to faze Silver. Their fruitless efforts eventually wear down over time. In the aftermath, it’s as though Silver’s “zen” attitude has somehow rubbed off on them… or, rather, they’ve gotten so fed up with him that they just turn the other way and tell themselves he’s not worth the effort. All’s well that ends well…?

Silver is the only soul willing to approach Floyd and attempt to negotiate terms with him to open up the waterfall and pool area to all again. (After all, he was taught that peace and understanding between the races is entirely possible!) He reasons that it’s not fair to their dorm mates snd surely doesn’t Floyd realize they would all be happier holding hands and basking under the waterfall together? Floyd only listens for a few minutes before groaning and diving below the water, drenching Silver in the process. “Do whatever, Jellyfish!! Just shut your trap, will ya? I’m about to fall asleep listening to you myself.”

He volunteers as tribute! In place of his dad, Silver will fight Floyd to keep him amused. It somehow blows up to a spectacle, hoards of Savanaclaw students cheering and taking bets for who will come out on top (Lilia is in the front row, all decked out in Silver merch). As soon as the battle starts, Floyd charges in full force… and Silver flings his arms out to receive him with an aggressive hug?! “I understand, Floyd!” Silver declares, his eyes burning with seriousness. “You were just lonely and wanted a friend, so you sought out attention. Don’t worry, I’ll happily be your friend.” (“HAAAH?! Are you CRAZY, Jellyfish?!” It kills Floyd’s combative mood, and ends in a draw.)

“I think this experience has been very valuable. I was able to spend time with not only my father, but with people of many different races. Humans, fairies, merpeople, beastmen… It gives me hope that, someday, we can create a society in which all of us can live together in harmony. A world where everyone understands the balance and respects all creatures… That is the kind of future that I dream of, and I will do everything in my power to make it a reality.”

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Michael After Midnight: Roger Moore’s Bond Films

Yeah, I know my next review was supposed to be John Carpenter’s The Thing; I will get to that eventually. But life happens. Things get in the way. And today, something truly tragic happened: Roger Moore died. Roger Moore, for those not in the know, portrayed James Bond from 1973 to 1985, the longest run an actor ever played 007. He introduced the campy, silly, more lightehearted and comedic style the series became known for for years, and… well, he did meet a lot of derision for some of his movies.

But I’m not here to deride, or even really do standard reviews. I’m going to look at his tenure as Bond as a whole, briefly touching on each of his movies and saying what does and doesn’t work about them. Let me make it clear, though; I like most of his Bond films. They are campy, silly, and sometimes outright stupid, but Roger Moore’s charm and skill really carry even the most ludicrous of plots.

Speaking of ludicrous plots… first up we have his debut as everyone except Alan Moore’s favorite secret agent. This film is Live and Let Die, a film most well known for having easily one of the best, most kickass Bond themes ever made, courtesy of Sir Paul McCartney. The ludicrous bit is that this is a film with voodoo, and it is implied to be real, complete with what may very well be the real Baron Samedi showing up (Samedi does easily steal the show, though, and is one of the best characters in the movie). This one is a bit silly and over-the-top, and perhaps not the best foot forward, but it is not uninteresting, and has a very solid plot under the blaxploitation and cheesy gadgets. It helps that the film has some great henchman, such as the aforementioned Samedi and the hook-handed Tee Hee. Of course, this film also marks the appearance of J. W. Pepper, one of the worst characters ever created. He’s an obnoxious redneck cop who adds absolutely nothing to the story but stupidity. Still, this is a decent enough film, though perhaps not the best foot forward for Moore. It’s an enjoyable, campy Bond blaxploitation film, but not exactly a great way to kick off a tenure as Bond.

Next up is The Man With the Golden Gun, widely regarded as one of the campiest films in the series. And it is! There’s a fucking slidewhistle during a chase scene for fuck’s sake! And god is there a lot of campy moments, such as Christopher Lee’s fabulous flying machine and the horribly corny theme song. But underneath all the cheese, the movie is actually very well-paced despite a few instances of padding, features a strong performance from Moore, and an even stronger performance from Lee (Scaramanga is easily one of the best villains in the series, and even comes with a cool midget sidekick), as well as a rather well-done themes about duality. It’s definitely stronger than most people gave it credit for… but really, there’s absolutely no denying the sheer levels of campiness this film exudes. It’s a good film, but you really need to appreciate cheese to fully enjoy it.

Then came the big one: The Spy Who Loved Me. This film is easily one of the greatest Bond films ever made, no joke. No one expected this film to do well after the last two; no one could have foreseen what was to come. But this film pulled all the stops and delivered one of the coolest Bond experiences you’ll ever have. From the opening high-altitude ski jump off a cliff to the Lotus Esprit driving off a pier and becoming a submarine, this film has all the cool Bond moments and cars you’d expect. The theme song, Carly Simon’s “Nobody Does It Better,” is easily THE best Bond film, or at least tied with “You Know My Name” from Casino Royale. And then we have the biggest draw of them all, literally: Jaws. Standing at 7’4” and armed with a mouth full of iron, razor sharp teeth, Jaws set the standard for badass henchmen, and stands alongside Oddjob as one of the greatest in the series. The guy is basically the Terminator; he’s a truly implacable man who, now matter how Bond hits him, will always come back. He even survives at the end, much to the joy of the audience! This film is awesome, and stands alongside Casino Royale, Goldfinger, On Her Majesty’s Secret Service, Skyfall, GoldenEye, and The Living Daylights as one of Bond’s greatest outings. It’s truly a masterpiece of spy fiction, and Moore would not exactly ever top this film, though do not take that as his later films being bad. It’s just really hard to live up to something this amazing.

Next up is the one, the only, the inimitable… Moonraker. This movie was absolutely blatant at trying to cash in on the Star Wars sci-fi craze of the late 70s, and brings back Jaws as the only returning henchman in the series… though his role is basically turned into a slapstick Wile E. Coyote-esque character instead of the dangerous killer he was in the last film. At least he gets a girlfriend in this one. This movie is one you’ll either love or hate, unsurprising due to the ridiculously campy nature. On the plus side, we have Hugo Drax, an incredibly cunning bastard who wants to cleanse the Earth so only his chosen few can survive and reap the benefits. On the minus side, you have ridiculously campy bullshit like the final laser fight in space and Jaws’ comedic role. Again, this one boils down to how much cheesiness you can handle; as I can handle a lot, this film doesn’t rank as one of my favorites, but it’s definitely entertaining, amusing, and has a great villain. It’s an enjoyable film despite its many, many faults, if you’re in the right mindset.

Next up we have For Your Eyes Only, which, I’m gonna be honest, I found to be unbearably dull. This film is Moore’s darkest outing, and this is because this movie was originally meant to be Timothy Dalton’s first go, and Dalton’s Bond films were DARK. Sadly, this does nothing in the film’s favor; Roger Moore was best at juggling seriousness and camp, but this is just so serious as to be tedious. It’s easily the least memorable Bond film (though definitely not the worst; Quantum of Solace, Die Another Day, and Diamonds Are Forever still exist), but it does have one truly awful moment right at the very start. It’s something of a continuation to the hanging plot thread of On Her Majesty’s Secret Service, which Diamonds Are Forever did little to continue, and has Bond getting revenge on who can only be assumed to be Blofeld… the problem is, this Blofeld is nothing but a pathetic, cowardly, miserable cackling oaf who is killed in the opening and gives no satisfying resolution. It’s absolutely disgraceful to one of Bond’s most notable foes, and to one of his best films. So yeah, even from the opening I disliked this one. It started off on the wrong foot and it never really righted itself. This one is a misstep in Moore’s Bond library in my eyes, a rare true disappointment with little value.

Then we have Octopussy, which lives on in infamy as the one where Bond dresses up as a clown to defuse a bomb at a circus. And for the life of me… why do people latch onto that scene as some horrible moment? It’s actually really good and intense, with Bond desperately pleading for help to defuse a nuke and no one taking him seriously. It’s a really great scene, and I think the scene is used to unfairly judge the movie more often than not. So the rest of it must be good, right? Ehhh… it’s okay. This is a rather typical outing for Bond, and aside from the clown moment, there’s nothing really super memorable about it. You’d think that with a title like Octopussy and the film’s ability to sell Bond dressed as a clown as intense would help it, but no, the film is largely forgettable. It’s definitely not as bad as some would say, but there are few things to recommend about it aside from the clown scene and some truly great acting from Moore; to be totally fair, he easily carries this movie and keeps you watching, but it’s just kind of meh when it boils down to it.

Finally, we have A View to a Kill, and dear fucking lord is this one a treat! You know you’re in for a ride when the movie features a cheesy, totally 80s neon-colored opening sequence set to a kickass Duran Duran song, and it only gets better from there. Easily the best thing about this film is Christopher Walken as the villainous madman Zorin, and his awesomeness is followed closely by the tough, muscular, and sexy badass henchwoman May Day, played by Grace Jones. These two absolutely steal the show from Moore and the rest of the cast, being monumentally entertaining and awesome; May Day even gets to appear on the posters instead of the actual Bond girl! Of course, their coolness is really the biggest thing standing against the sheer stupid of the movie. You have Moore making out with both Grace Jones and Tanya Roberts, the latter of which he discovered he was older than the mother of (he hung up the tux for good because of how uncomfortable he was with these things), you have an utterly ridiculous and stupid plot, you have an annoying, shrieking woman, and… Jesus, this movie is a mess. But lord is it a fun mess! This is one of the best so bad it’s good Bond films, and an absolute delight to watch for the sheer evil hamminess of Christopher Walken. Interesting note; David Bowie turned down the role of Zorin. He thought the script was pretty bad, and so decided to do another movie, an obscure little film called Labyrinth. I think he made the right call with that one.

And so there you have it, Roger Moore’s tenure as Bond. What do I think of it? Overall, it’s just an absolute blast. Even when the films are ‘bad’ they’re at least enjoyable, and nearly all of them have strong villains and awesome theme songs. The Spy Who Loved Me easily stands out as one of the single greatest Bond films, and “Nobody Does It Better,” “A View to a Kill,” and “Live and Let Die” are all fantastic theme tunes. I will now and forever find Moore’s tenure as Bond criminally underrated and deserving of reassessment by fans. A lot of them are already on their way, but I think Moore deserves a little more respect for making Bond fun. He certainly doesn’t deserve the mockery and hatred he ilicits from some circles.

Roger Moore… There was nobody quite like him. He was charming, goofy, and just plain fun, and helped to give a unique and silly spin on spy films. Sure, not all of his Bond movies are amazing, and some of them are pretty dumb, but overall, he was truly enjoyable. Maybe somebody did it better, but nobody did it quite the way he did… rest in peace, 007. You did your job well, and you brought me a hell of a lot of joy. Thank you Roger Moore.

[moderncolors]

Every now and then I like to swoop down from my sparkling cloud of bloggery and walk among the common folk to talk about how awesome I am. Tee hee. Beholdeth! I am the goddess of sarcasm.  Nah, out of all seriousness I came across another blogger's post that was something like "25 things you don't know about me" or something like that and I thought it looked like a really fun idea to try. And now I get to open up to my readers more about my personal life. But I'm only going to do 10 things because I'm a pretty wordy writer. So, here we go. 10 things you probably don't know about your dear ol' bohemian mama. amzn_assoc_placement = "adunit0"; amzn_assoc_tracking_id = "mocotw-20"; amzn_assoc_ad_mode = "manual"; amzn_assoc_ad_type = "smart"; amzn_assoc_marketplace = "amazon"; amzn_assoc_region = "US"; amzn_assoc_linkid = "475f31ce89d3dd70e7d6c5793b84adab"; amzn_assoc_design = "in_content"; amzn_assoc_asins = "1419724827,1781682615,1849756228,0500294984"; amzn_assoc_title = " "; ► I have a large port wine stain birthmark on the back of my left thigh, in the bend of my knee, and on the side of my left foot.  That's not the strange part, the strange part is that it didn't start developing until I was a little girl. I wasn't born with it. It just randomly started developing and gradually became darker as I got older. ► I don't go to the cinema. The last time I went to the theater was to see The Lion King remake. The only reason I went to that is because I wanted my children to have their first cinema experience, I really wanted to see The Lion King, and I wanted to share that experience with them. That was my first time at the cinema in about 10 years. So why don't I go to the movie theater?  •I am a multitasking addict. I can't sit and do just one thing. I need to be doing something else like drawing, or mending clothes, or something. Kind of hard to do in a movie theater. •Also it's expensive. I am a little bit of a cheapskate and I would rather spend my money on a more unique experience. ► I'm not a well-travelled person. That sounds pretty un-bohemian, I know, but I have a reason. Growing up, my family didn't travel at all so it's not in me to want to venture far. Well, we did go to South Padre Island for vacation once and went right over the border to Mexico, but that's about it. When me and my husband first got married we were struggling really bad financially so traveling was definitely out of the picture. Then we had children pretty early into our marriage and we were still struggling, so traveling was definitely a no-go then. We're saving up for a house right now, so we're just sticking to small road trips every now and then until we can get settled and stable enough to be more adventurous. ► I'm a night owl. I can't even remember the last time I went to bed before  midnight. I go to bed around 2- 4am and I wake up between 9:30-11am. I enjoy night time, I feel the most alive when it's dark and quiet. When everyone is asleep, I'm free to continue working on my blog without interruptions.  ► I homeschool my kids. Homeschooling isn't entirely my choice. My husband is extremely against public school, and I completely understand why. Public school is a very flawed system that is in desperate need of reformation. One of the perks of homeschooling is I can work from home which is great for me because I have an anxiety disorder that makes working in public with co-workers very difficult. ► I don't watch a lot of TV. Our TV stays off for most of the day until it's time for the kids to go to bed. I don't keep up with television shows. We don't do Netflix, or Hulu, or Amazon, or any of that other stuff. I've never seen Game of Thrones, Stranger Things, Orange is the New Black, etc. I'm just not interested. But sometimes, when the kids have gone to bed I get to watch recorded episodes of Family Guy. I looooove that show! The humor is right up my alley!  ► I love to vacuum. I know it sounds strange, but sometimes I like to wait until the floor is really dirty just so I can have the satisfaction of cleaning it and seeing the difference. ► I have a terrible phobia of snakes. I'm not afraid of snakes. What I'm afraid of is seeing them. Seeing a snake triggers something inside me that I just don't understand, and I can't control it. I've even thrown books as a reflex because I stumbled across a photo of a snake. I used to like to collect Ripley's Believe It or Not books, and my husband would have to go through and mark out all of the snakes with a black permanent marker so I could get through the book without throwing it. LOL! It's something about the way they look and the way they move that just��makes my body go into to mini-shock whenever I see them. ► I'm not afraid of clowns. Speaking of phobias, I'm not afraid of clowns at all. In fact I love clowns and I was even considering becoming one last year as a side job. I love dressing up in bright colors and entertaining people and I think it would be so fun to make balloon animals, and make children laugh their bums off with my silly humor and funny gags. There are a million things that I want to be and 'clown' hasn't been marked off my list yet! ► I spent half my childhood in the suburbs, and the other half on a farm in one of the tiniest rural towns in Texas.  When my mother remarried, she married a super country guy.  I traded in bicycles and rollerblades for three-wheelers and BB guns. I adapted to rural life as if I'd been living that way forever. We had cows, chickens, and pigs. Most of our food was grown at home and my stepfather hunted and fished for a huge portion of the meat we ate. As an adult, I prefer a 50/50 split of that lifestyle. I want to live in the city, but not a huge bustling city like New York or anything like that. I want to live in a big city but with lots and lots of land for homesteading. The town I lived in only had about 40 people, so I went to school in the next town over. The only thing the town had was a tiny convenience store, and a post office which was a single-wide mobile home. Don't believe me?  This is the post office in the photo below! And there you go! You just learned a little bit more about yours truly! Do We have anything in common? Let me know in a comment below! amzn_assoc_placement = "adunit0"; amzn_assoc_search_bar = "true"; amzn_assoc_tracking_id = "mocotw-20"; amzn_assoc_ad_mode = "manual"; amzn_assoc_ad_type = "smart"; amzn_assoc_marketplace = "amazon"; amzn_assoc_region = "US"; amzn_assoc_title = "My Amazon Picks"; amzn_assoc_linkid = "987a31a6a96298e421df24788e95d1c2"; amzn_assoc_asins = "B019MBQGBE,B01A8IVLV0,B07DW7278M,B07MSKBGQ1,B07SWTLZF9,B01N0LM79O,B07RBTKY8S,B0107M2BV6";

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