tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21960274642921447072024-03-05T08:17:22.118-08:00Lord Dixie's Dark DomainAll things dark and dreary.Lord Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183337128967368613noreply@blogger.comBlogger371125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196027464292144707.post-24133508123252976652022-09-21T22:56:00.002-07:002022-09-21T22:56:16.188-07:00The Old Ways (Part 2)<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“Did you do a sacrifice Pop Pop?” Mavis asked</span></p><p><b id="docs-internal-guid-10be77f0-7fff-4f16-fc2a-35fb9a5e332b" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“I did.” Grandpa nodded his head sharply. “When I was a younger man.”</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“What did you sacrifice Pop?” Billy asks.</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Grandpa looks around again. What he was about to say, well, it just wouldn’t go over well with Lauren. No sir, it would right piss her off. But she was still doing dishes, paying them no mind.</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“Oh, rabbits, pigs, occasionally a cat or dog.”</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“Not a cat Pop Pop!” Mavis sang out.</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">He looked at the sadness in the little girl's eyes, she looked near to tears.</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“No darling, Pop Pop was just kidding with you. We mostly sacrificed corn, wheat and crops we grew.” That calmed down Mavis but a look at Billy’s eyes showed he didn’t believe his Pop Pop. Smart boy. “But you understand, this was a long time ago, and we had to make Calliagh happy.”</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><br /><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“Are you kids ready for bed?” She asked. “Tomorrow is Halloween and you don’t want to be tired. You got trick or treats tomorrow night.”</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“I’m ready Momma.” Mavis said. “Pop Pop is scaring me anyway.”</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“What did he do darling?” Lauren asks.</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“Oh I was telling her about the old Halloween days, and I guess I got a little too into it.” Grandpa laughs. “You go on to bed little girl.” He leans over and kisses her on the head. “Pop Pop loves you.”</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Billy turns to his mother with pleading eyes.</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“Can I stay up just a little longer momma?” He says. “I like Pop Pop’s stories.”</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Lauren looks him in the eyes. He mouths “Please” at her.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“Just a little while darling, and Pop Pop will walk him to his bedroom.” Grandpa says. </span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“Okay, just don’t be too late.” Lauren says.</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“Cross my heart.” Grandpa crosses over his chest, followed quickly by Billy. Lauren hugs her father, and kisses Billy on the cheek, before she ushers Mavis out of the living room and up the stairs to bed. Grandpa watches them exit the room, and once gone, he turns back to Billy.</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">His grandson is looking at him. Billy wears a weird stare, his eyes almost accusing his grandfather of being a liar.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“You’re a liar.” he finally says.</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“Yes. Yes I am.”</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“You didn’t sacrifice corn. You really did kill animals didn’t you?” </span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“Yes Billy, I really did sacrifice animals, of all kinds.” Pop Pop says. “Now to start off, we really did sacrifice what we had grown. When I was a small boy my father would bundle up a large amount of our crops, and burn it in our fields. But just like in the good book, Calliagh didn’t care much for stuff born of the ground. No, she wanted life.”</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“So we would sacrifice a pig, or a calf, or chickens, whatever we had, we would share with Calliagh. We learned, eventually, that special kinds of life meant more to her.”</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“Human life.” Billy said and his Pop Pop grinned.</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“That’s right, human life.”</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Pop Pop sat silently for a few minutes, letting it sink in. He thought the boy might run upstairs, or scream, or some combination of the two. But he just sat there, staring at his grandfather, letting the information sink in, letting it roll around in his brain.</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“It sounds like a bad thing to do Pop Pop, killing somebody.”</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“It wasn’t a good thing Billy, but it was good to do. Because it brought a mild winter, and a good harvest the next year.” he said.</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“Did you sacrifice someone?” Billy finally asks.</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Pop Pop sits quietly for a few seconds. He could lie to the boy, but hadn’t he already gone too far? It was Halloween and maybe a well constructed lie would be enough, enough to let the child go to sleep, have his nightmares and wake up with a clean mind. That’s what he would do. He would set his mind to rest.</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“Yes.” except he didn’t. He wanted his grandchild to know the truth, whatever he might think of him, no matter the consequences.</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“Who? Who did you sacrifice?” Billy demanded to know.</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“It wasn’t just one Billy.” Pop Pop said. “And I know what you’re getting at but, let me explain.</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">He shifted his weight on the couch, getting comfortable for what he’s about to tell the child.</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“When your Pop Pop was a young man, about your age, maybe a bit younger, my parents sacrificed my sister, Lettie. I watched them kill her, and hang her up. Now don’t get me wrong. I love my sister, loved her to death. But she was given to Calliagh, and the winters were mild, and our crops flourished.”</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“The year after that, I made my first sacrifice. Your friend, Tommy, Tommy Joiner. His grandad raised horses. He had given up the old ways, and had lost his faith. On Halloween night I sat his barn on fire. Most of the horses got out, but three of them burned up. Locals thought it was just a bad trick or treat, but it was a gift to Calliagh.”</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“My dad, he knew. He saw my sooty clothes that smelled of fire. I woke up with him staring at me, and I expected to get my ass tanned. But he just hugged me. He said my sacrifice wasn’t perfect, but it was good and Calliagh was pleased.”</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“The next Halloween, I hit little Nancy Horner on the head with a rock, then held her head under water while she drowned. I was all fit to be a trick or treater in my skeleton mask my mamma had made me. That mask was the last thing Nancy saw as I pushed her under. The winter was short that year. For the next five years, I sacrificed someone every Halloween if I could, and I could more than I couldn’t.”</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“When I turned seventeen years old I married up with your grandma.” Pop Pop wiped away a tear. “I tell you boy, I loved that woman, as much as life itself. I gave up the old ways, just like most other people in the valley. I went clean as the kids today say.”</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“We did okay for a while. We never had an abundance, but we had enough. Then we had a baby girl. She would have been your Aunt Rutha. She was a beautiful girl, and me and your grandma loved her. Calliagh however, she wasn’t done with us, and she wanted her sacrifice.”</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“When harvest came the next year, your grandma, she got sick. A cough that wouldn’t go away, and started to come with blood. The doctor’s couldn’t say what was wrong with her, but I knew she wouldn’t last long, and I’d be stuck trying to raise my little girl on my own.”</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“Then the night before Halloween, I had a dream. Calliagh came to me. She said I could make sacrifices to her, or she would take her own sacrifice. The next night I took Rutha, and slit that baby's neck wide open and burned her corpse. Your grandma stopped coughing that very day. I fell back into the old ways, and I stayed there.”</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“I took strangers, friends, townsfolk and whoever I could come across. Some years I took no one, and the winters were long. Ten years later, after two years of long, cold winters, when the crops failed, I pushed your Uncle Terry into a threshing machine. The winter was short, but your grandma. She couldn’t get over losing her oldest. She took to her bed and never came out. I turned away from the old ways again.”</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“So you stopped killing people when Grandma died?” Billy asked.</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“I did.”</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“And you never sacrifice again? Never killed anyone else.” Billy asked. </span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Pop Pop was afraid of where this was going. Afraid Billy was going to ask the question. He could lie, but this time, definitely, he had gone too far, and by damn the boy deserved to know the truth.</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“Pop Pop?” He stared at him.</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“Go ahead Billy. Ask me if you’re going too.”</span></p><p><br /></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“Did you do it? Did you sacrifice my daddy?”</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196027464292144707.post-51310506990970947492022-09-15T03:56:00.000-07:002022-09-21T22:53:11.926-07:00The Old Ways part 1<p> <span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Halloween was different when I was a boy,” Grandpa said as he sat looking out the living room window at the fields of pumpkins. “It was about the holiday, ghosts, goblins. Now it's all just tits and ass.”</span></p><span id="docs-internal-guid-73cfe75b-7fff-b2b4-46b7-4adfe5d4c854"><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Dad!” Mrs. Murphy admonished her father from the kitchen when she heard his vulgarities. She shook her head at him and continued cleaning off the table after the family dinner.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Well.” He turned to her, with a slight redness of anger in his voice. “It’s true. Tits and ass and all the girls acting like sluts.” He turned back to the window, just as a young girl, who couldn’t be more than eighteen ran by, in a low cut top, cleavage bouncing. “All tits and ass.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Dad, there are children in the room with you. Hate on Halloween all you like, but please, watch your language.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Grandpa looked over at his two grandchildren, Billy and Mavis, sitting together and pretending not to hear their grandpa and mother argue. Both of them glued to the television watching the Charlie Brown special on DVD. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Children, grandpa is sorry for saying those bad words in front of you.” He says slyly, with a downturned head and only a hint of a condescending smile.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Billy turned to face his grandfather, “it’s ok Pop Pop. I wasn’t paying attention.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Good boy Billy,” His mother said.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I promise from now on it’s boobs and butts, no more tits and ass” Billy cracks and laughs out loud, which starts Mavis laughing.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“DAD!”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Calm down. I’m just joshing sweetheart.” He looks at Billy and winks.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mom walks into the living area, drying her hands on a kitchen towel as she walks toward her father. She grabs him around the shoulder and plants a kiss on his balding head.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I know you are dad, but the world they are growing up in is so bad. I just want them to come home and be in a safe place, away from all the evil in the world.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I know darling.” he looks up at her and sighs. “I’ll watch my dirty old Irish mouth. I just get so tired of this modern trash.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I know daddy. Just try, that’s all I ask.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mom turns and walks back into the kitchen, and out of grandpa’s sight. He watches her go and keeps his eyes on the doorway that opens into the kitchen. Soon the sound of rattling dishes comes to their ears.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Grandpa eases himself out of his chair, steadying himself on his cane. Once up he walks slowly over to the couch where Billy and Mavis sit watching cartoons. The two kids are huddled together, and grandpa waves his hands.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Scoot over and let Grandpa sit between his little buddies.” The two kids separate and grandpa slowly lowers himself onto the old living room couch. “What are you watching?</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Charlie Brown” Mavis says without taking her eyes off the TV.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Ahh good. An old fashioned Halloween show.” He smiles. “Halloween was different when I was a child.” He raises a boney finger and points at the screen. “It was more like that.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Not boobs and butts.” Billy giggled and grandpa shushed him, then grinned at him.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Not at all. It was about the holiday, about the season. It was about Halloween.” Grandpa’s eyes took on a somber, far away look. “I miss those days.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“So what was Halloween like when you were a kid?” Billy asked.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Oh it was wonderful. All the kids in costumes, homemade costumes mostly, although some of the fancier kids had store bought. The kids whose parents had more money.” Grandpa said. “It was all about the changing season, the harvest and the coming of winter.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“No spooky stuff?” Mavis asked, turning toward her grandfather.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Well, of course there was spooky stuff.” Grandpa said. “The changing of seasons is spooky on its own. Night comes earlier, and lasts longer. The air is colder, and if your harvest failed it could be a very long, hungry winter. Folks used to die over a bad winter back then.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Really?” Billy asked.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Sure enough. You had to prepare. You had to get ready for the winter back then. Now you just turn the heat up, and warm your car up before you go to the grocery store. Back then you had to get ready, and that’s what Halloween was, time to get ready.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Like shelling peas, and making jam.” Mavis had gotten interested in the story.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Yes, and other things. It’s more than just putting up food.” Grandpa looked back at the kitchen, plates still clattered. “You see kids, back then a lot of us didn’t even call it Halloween. To quite a few of us, the holiday was called Samhain.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Saw wane?” Billy asked.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Close enough. Samhain was different from Halloween.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“No boobs and butts.” Billy grinned.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“No.” Grandpa smiled at his grandchild. “Not at all. Samhain was a time to pray, to pray for a short, mild winter. A time to pray for the food supplies to last, and pray that spring comes early. It was Halloween without all the malarkey.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“That doesn't seem much like Halloween.” Mavis said.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“No, not really, but Halloween developed from Samhain, and what we did on that night.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“So what about wearing masks, and getting candy, the whole trick or treat?” Mavis asked.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Remember, summer was gone, and fall was fading, the world was getting dark. A lot of folks believed that the dead walked the earth during Samhain. So people would wear masks, so if they ran into a ghost, or worse, a demon, they wouldn’t get recognized.” Grandpa shifted his weight and continued. “So now, the people believed that demons and ghosts were around, and all these people were wearing masks, pretending to be demons. So what do you think happened?”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mavis shrugged but Billy thought just a second, smiled and shouted. “They started playing tricks on people!”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“That’s right. They would run up to people’s doors and yell, TRICK OR TREAT, and well people gave them stuff. They gave them clothes, food, and money, because otherwise they got the trick.” Grandpa looked at Billy. “Do you know what the tricks were?”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Billy shook his head.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Well depending on who you were, it could get pretty bad. If you were a mean person, the kids might let your horses loose in the night, or break out your windows. If you were ok, then maybe they would just throw mud on your windows. Maybe put some cow shit on your porch.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“So that, over the years, changed into trick or treating. Where little kids go and beg for candy. Or they used to, now it’s just…’</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Tits and ass!” Billy volunteered. Grandpa held up a finger to shush him, but with the other hand he ruffled his hair. Billy was a good little boy, he was grandpa’s little boy.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Like Grandpa said, times were different then. We had to make deals with the gods so winter would be short.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Gods?” Mavis asked, “Like Jesus and the Holy Ghost? Pastor Williams says they are the same thing.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Well Pastor Williams is a retard.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Grandpa!” Millie exclaimed when she heard the “R” word.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Ok, let's say he's special, and stupid.” Billy giggled again. “No Christmas and Easter are for Jesus, and his daddy, and now so is Halloween. Kind of anyway. But Samhain, oh no, Samhain was for Calliagh.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“What?” Billy and Mavis asked in tandem.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“The Calliagh, the hag. She’s the goddess of winter, the goddess of death.” Grandpa said. “We prayed to her to shorten her season, to end the winter and bring a new spring. A time for planting and growing after the time of death.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“And when the winter dragged on, when it got really cold, we had to trade with her.” Grandpa stopped to look back in the kitchen. Lauren wouldn’t like him talking like this to the little ones. Seeing no one coming from the kitchen he turns back to the kids, to hell with Lauren.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Did that idjit Pastor Williams ever tell you kids about a sacrifice?” </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Yes sir Pop Pop. He said the Israelis did a sacrifice to God to show they loved him.” Billy said.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“That’s right, they did, for a long time.” Grandpa nodded. “ Then they started thinking they knew as much as God, they thought they knew more, so they stopped making sacrifices.” He reaches over and taps Billy in the center of the forehead. “And that’s why Israel fell to the Arabs. Now my folks, from Ireland, and other places, we didn’t care about showing Calleigh we loved her. We wanted her to know we feared her. And if we feared her, and showed her respect, she might let us have a mild winter.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“As time went by, fewer and fewer of us offered up a sacrifice. We forgot where we came from, and that’s why the world is so,” He looks around again, “fucked up.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Did you do a sacrifice Pop Pop?” Mavis asked</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I did.” Grandpa nodded his head sharply. “When I was a younger man.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“What did you sacrifice Pop?” Billy asks.</span></p><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196027464292144707.post-22949077484174351822020-07-02T15:42:00.001-07:002020-07-02T15:53:54.228-07:00Paros 2019<br />
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Pictures from the Greek Island of Paros from my vacation trip last year.<br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/0SoUU2VqYn0" width="480"></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196027464292144707.post-3594509563682793772020-07-02T15:39:00.001-07:002020-07-02T15:53:14.763-07:00Diabolikdvd blu ray haul and unboxing<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/EGgw6q1VOJQ" width="480"></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196027464292144707.post-87018052526824318012020-07-01T15:08:00.000-07:002020-07-01T15:08:40.766-07:00June Horror Pack Haul Unboxing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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https://youtu.be/ylDm_Uw4uPcUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196027464292144707.post-40639459559120937802017-04-14T23:18:00.001-07:002017-04-14T23:18:57.411-07:00Flying United, real horrorBy now, I'm sure most people reading this have seen the video of the man being dragged off a United Airlines seat. If you haven't, it's horrific. The flight was apparently overbooked and the airlines was unable to get four people to volunteer. So they did the modern equivalent of choosing lots and drew four names at random. However one gentleman, reportedly a doctor refused to give up his seat. Security and the police were called, the boarded the planed and basically dragged the man off. The man briefly re-entered the plane, bloody, gripping a wall and chanting "Just let me die".<br />
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Early reports just indicated the flight was overbooked, but it looks as if United was actually opening the seats in order to accommodate four United staff members, The video has gone viral, sparking outrage, and a less than half hearted statement from United, with no actual apology for the traumatized paying customer or others on the flight.<br />
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I'll start of by saying that airlines do have the right to force people of the plane, for pretty much any reason. However I have never heard of a person being removed, after he was seated, unless he were being unruly, or disruptive. Likewise the police, when asked to remove a person, are in a bit of a bind. You can't sit and negotiate for hours with a plane at the gate. So what do you do? It was a situation that never should have happened, and United should not have let it escalate. You can blame the passenger, the cops and the flight crew, it's easy to say if any of them had responded differently this wouldn't have happened<br />
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United did ask for volunteers, offering a reported 800 dollars and a seat on the next plane. The problem is, it wasn't 800 dollars in cash, but in United Cash. Not hard spending money but currency that can only be spent on flights, and comes with a lot of restrictions. And of course the possibility of getting bumped from that flight. Add to that fact the next flight wasn't until 3:30 the next day. Which would entail a hotel room, and another pass through security getting groped, or sleeping in the terminal. That's a really appealing offer isn't it?<br />
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And why stop at 800 dollars? If it was that vitally important, why not a even thousand? Cash and a free flight voucher and free hotel. Or maybe they could have bought the crew tickets on a competing airline? Or rented a van and a driver? Or simply planned better?<br />
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Probably the worst mistake that United made was allowing the plane to fully board without having the volunteers. How much different the story might have been if four people were randomly selected and simply not allowed to board? Yeah, it's still a shitty deal, but the situation would be so much easier to control at the gate, versus on a crowded airplane. United is extremely lucky no other passengers, as far as we know, were injured.<br />
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This is a problem that was bound to happen. Ever since 911, we have given up more and more rights for the privilege of flying. While it might not be the root problem of this issue it definitely contributed. When yous step into an airport you become less than a person. You're potential threat. That's why you can be searched, screened, poked, and groped, all without suspicion, cause or warrant. That's why a 69 year old man was accosted by aggressive security for not giving up his seat.<br />
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The flight crew, and pilot pretty much have carte blanche to remove anyone from the plane, for any, or no reason. But they need to exercise it judicially, not just because a flight crew needs to be somewhere else. Although I have a feeling this might not have been wholly a decision by the flight crew, but by their supervision. But the call was made, the passenger, perhaps unwisely refused to give up his seat. The flight crew chose, or were ordered to escalate by calling security. That's when the fear if terrorism and America's growing police state collided in a near perfect storm. The passenger had to be removed, no negotiation, and you don't defy the police, or airport security. Comply or die.<br />
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But in the end, the fault lies with United. Doing some research for this article I found that United involuntarily bumps 3,000-4,000 passengers a year. I couldn't find direct comparison numbers from other airlines but I did find that Delta bumps an average of 3 out of 100,000 passengers involuntarily. In five years, ending in 2016 42,500 passengers were bumped involuntarily from United. (source the Boston Globe and federal statistics). American bumps an average of 5 per 100,000. Where is United? They average bumping 11 out of 100, 000. (source<a href="http://www.pbs.org/newshour/making-sense/how-delta-masters-the-game-of-overbooking-flights/" target="_blank"> PBS.org)</a>Almost twice the number of the other two airline giants combined. Don't get me wrong, over booking happens at all airlines, and at times it can't be helped. But it's clear United has a problem. Keep in mind there are involuntary bumps. Not the ones where passengers accept a coupon or cash to delay their flight.<br />
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I understand why the airlines over book. People cancel, canceled seats are lost revenue. Or are they. Have you tried to get a refund if you miss your flight? So if someone cancels, no shows, whatever that's money in the bank (usually there are some situations where a ticket might be refuned), and then that empty seat is resold. SO why oversell?<br />
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I sincerity hope this leads to change, not just at United but across the whole airline industry. We have gotten so used to be treated like animals that we come to think we deserve it. Already people are starting to blame the passenger. Because he should have accepted it, he should have blindly obeyed. As if his refusal warranted his treatment. <br />
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Since I started writing this, there have been some positive steps. United has issued an apology, congress may investigate, and there is a bill to make it illegal to force a boarded passenger from his seat, in order for someone else to have a seat. United has also reported refunded all passengers on the flight their ticket price. Small steps, but positive ones.<br />
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One last update, the doctor in question is, according to several reports a convicted felon. But does that matter? Did the crew know this beforehand? And if so, do we really want airline crews passing moral judgement on citizens? It also has come to light that United may have violated the wording of their own <a href="https://www.united.com/web/en-US/content/contract.aspx" target="_blank">Contract of Carriage</a> more than once in forcing him off. But this is a long post already, so I'm ending it here. I may do a update if I feel it's needed.<br />
<br />Lord Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183337128967368613noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196027464292144707.post-35829546956942640132017-02-22T07:29:00.000-08:002017-02-22T07:29:10.845-08:00Thank you Sandahl Bergman<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Man it was a long time ago. Maybe the
early 80s? Yeah that sounds right so let's go with it. It was the
wary 80s, I was maybe 13 or 14, give or take. Whatever my actual age,
I was young, physically and emotionally. I was a shy kid anyway, from
a small school, in a small town.
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I was lucky enough to have a
television in my bedroom at home, so I had some freedom to watch
television without parental permission or scrutiny. That liberty
comes with the caveat that there was no cable, so no late night
skinimax or HBO. No, I was stuck with the three networks and PBS. The
most risque thing I could normally hope to catch was the Celebrity
Battle of the Network Stars. Until that night when I found All That
Jazz.</div>
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Now while I was a definite TV addict, I
was not really one for musicals. I grew up watching late night horror
movies with my dad. As a young kid I also enjoyed a cowboy flick, and
eventually became a fan of those guest star studded series like The
Love Boat and Fantasy Island. Basically I'm trying to say I don’t
know how I ended up even giving All That Jazz a chance. But flipping
channels I came across it and lingered a bit. With only having a
handful of selections maybe I flipped around a few times before
either I settled on it. But whatever happened I ended up watching it
long enough.</div>
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You may know where this is going. Yeah
eventually the movie got around to THAT scene. Airotica, a very
sexualized dance scene featuring maybe a dozen dancers of both sexes.
Now if you haven't seen it, it's hot. It starts out sensual and gets
hotter, ended with quite a bit of nudity.</div>
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Remember now, this was before streaming
media, before internet porn, basic cable (at least where I lived) and
you just didn't see nudity on the TV. It was a time when VCR’s were
still expensive and some what rare. To say I was in shock would be an
understatement.. It was a very happy exuberant shock, but still
shock. There in front of my eyes, in my very bedroom, on my
television were several sexy, mostly naked dancing women, and one of
them was a goddess.</div>
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That goddess, blonde, statuesque, and
beautiful, dancing in nothing more than heels and a thong was Sandahl
Bergman. She made an impression, an impression I have yet, and
probably never will forget. Enough of an impression that I was able
to find out her name. Which was a bit of a feat back in the dark days
before Wikipedia and IMDB. Maybe I didn’t know who she was until I
saw her in Conan the Barbarian a few years later, but I think I knew
her before then. Who knows the memory becomes a bit tricky after 30
years.</div>
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The point is she made an impression.
She is the first woman I can remember seeing naked. Now I know she
wasn't the first. I vaguely remember a school mate bring a worn and
wrinkled girly magazine to school once. There was a naked woman but
that's about all I can tell you about that experience. This was
different. This was a woman who was moving, walking, dancing, shaking
her long mane of blonde hair.</div>
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It was a fairly short dance scene, but
it seemed to last forever. I was glued to every movement by Sandahl
and the other dancers. It was my first real taste of growing up. I
followed Sandal's career though Conan, Hell Comes to Frogtown, Red
Sonja and other films before finally, I let her slide toward the back
of my mind. She didn't seem to be making as many high profile films
(If you can call Hell Comes to Frogtown high profile). So she slid to
the background, but I never totally forgot her.</div>
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Now I'm older, a little more
experienced and a lot more jaded and world weary. I can still
remember All That Jazz though. I still remember Sandahl Bergman.
That's why I was so incredibly excited when she was announced as a
guest at Pensacon's 2017 convention. I finally get to meet that
golden haired goddess who stole into my room that night. On Feb 18<sup>th</sup>,
2017 I did just that.</div>
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I was nervous which says a lot. Over
the last ten years, I have met a lot of celebrities. I have met them
at conventions, interviewed them in person and over Skype and hung
out in bars with them. I don't get excited or nervous very often, but
this time I did. I had decided to tell her this story, but now I was
getting cold feet.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Autographed photo of Sandahl Bergman as Valeria</td></tr>
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Would she find the story perverted?
Would I look perverted telling it? Would I stutter or drool. OK I
think I did stutter a little, but I got it out. She laughed, grabbed
my hand and told me what an awesome story it was. Readers of this
article may disagree, but Sandahl liked it and that's all that
mattered. We ended up chatting several minutes, before I picked out a
nice 8x10 of her as Valeria to sign. I got a photo with her, said
goodbye and she thanked me for sharing my story, then I went on my
way.</div>
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It was just a shirt meeting between a
celebrity guest and their fan. Just one of thousands of meetings at
Pensacon, which is one of hundreds of conventions, but for me it was
a lot more. It was meeting a vision from the past. It was taking a
trip back to another time. A time of innocence and beauty, when my
whole life lay in front of me. When my parents were still alive and I
wasn't as closely acquainted to death as I am today. A time when a
golden haired beauty danced on the screen of a small television,
lighting up the screen and igniting my heart.
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Thank you Sandahl</div>
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Lord Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183337128967368613noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196027464292144707.post-42766034973780049572017-02-16T16:25:00.000-08:002017-02-16T16:25:05.209-08:00Vote for Shawna Lee!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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OK I know everyone is tired of
politics, as political as I am, I am damn tired of politics. Still
it's time to get out the vote. Now I can hear you screaming “The
election's over, get over it!”, but the important vote is still
going on. The voting for the bikini team model search at Bikini team
net. And I am here to tell you to vote for <a href="https://bikiniteam.net/models/shawna-lee/" target="_blank">Shawna Lee</a>. The fate of
our nation is at stake! OK maybe not but you should still vote for
Shawna. Why? Aren't the photos self explanatory? If not just take a
look at her other photos on her<a href="https://www.facebook.com/shawnaklee89/?pnref=lhc" target="_blank"> Facebook fan page</a>? I have known
Shawna for several years since I was toying with photography. She is
an awesome person with a killer figure, and she busts her well toned
ass to keep that figure in shape.</div>
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Shawna Lee is a familiar face around
the Gulf Coast, where she is a frequent contestant in bikini
contests. She is also a frequent winner and is appearing in more and
more events, not just on the coast but around the south. Not to take
anything from the other girls, but Shawna definitely deserves your
vote. So show her some love. You can vote once a day, twice if you
have a twitter and facebook account. Just follow the link and click
VOTE!</div>
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Lord Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183337128967368613noreply@blogger.com1Gulf Shores, AL, USA30.2460361 -87.70081929999997830.1363351 -87.862180799999976 30.355737100000002 -87.53945779999998tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196027464292144707.post-25367276923111480002017-01-01T14:00:00.000-08:002017-01-03T15:59:20.160-08:00The Strange Case of William Pattison and Katheen Wilhoite<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
The Strange Story of William Pattison
and Kathleen Wihoite.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kathleen Wilhoite soul mate of William Pattison art by William Pattison</td></tr>
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So why am I writing about William
Pattison aka Eric Morse again? He's taken enough of my time, and
enough space on my blog. But he just won't go away, and honestly he's
a fascinating character. There are tons of memes, parody’s and even
the very informative<a href="http://devourmyfootlong.blogspot.com/2015_09_01_archive.html" target="_blank"> Devour My Footlong</a> blog. William likes to attack
it because of the humorous name, and more lite hearted approach, but
don;t let that fool you. It's a serious work that is backed up by
facts. That is something William is incapable of doing, backing up
anything with facts. But anyway, with all the humor and trolling, I
thought there needs to be a completely serious look at one of
William's more disturbing claims. His relationship with his soulmate,
actress Kathleen Wilhoite</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A familiar face on the cover of William Pattison's novel The Traveler. Is that Kathleen Wilhoite? Is that supposed to be William</td></tr>
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Horror fans may remember Kathleen from
the cult film Witchboard. She's a working actress with a huge list of
credits, as well as being a singer /songwiter. Also, if you listen to
William, she is his ex-girlfriend and “soulmate.” William has
been questioned by his trolls and he refuses to even mention the
subject. So let's mention it here and expose William's claims and why
they aren't true, and why we should care.</div>
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When I first discovered William
Pattison he was begging people to harass Reyna Young about appearing
at her convention. He was his usual loud, egotistical self. Droning
about his importance to the Friday the 13<sup>th</sup> franchise and
comparing himself to Harlan Ellison. He was such a character I
immediately took interest and visited his Facebook page. I followed
him surreptitiously for quite a while, laughing at his antics,
without commenting, of course eventually I felt the need to defend
someone he was attacking and quickly got the “claws” aka blocked.
But before then I noticed that he was friends with Kathleen as he
regularly promoted her concert appearances.</div>
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So I assumed they were friends. He
called her his good friend, At this time I didn't know exactly how
“unbalanced” William was. I took a lot of what he said for
granted. This was probably around 2012. He was a writer from
California, maybe he had a famous friend.</div>
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It was a couple years later when I came
across the facebook page of Jordan Mollar, one of his former friends.
A private investigator, who claimed to be a private investigator. He
posted that William had made a fake facebook page to stalk her
pretend girlfriend Kathleen Wilhoite. Wait a minute..... This was
when I first took note that Willie was more than just a loud asshole
who liked to block people. This took interest so I started digging. I
re read his blog and found references to his former girlfriend “K”
who's name he never spelled out. Why can't you say your girlfriends
name? Unless it's pretend and you don’t want her to find out.
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Then I found the first bit of real
evidence, A comment on his blog from “Zarabeth McGhee” from
Google +. The commenter claimed to be a long time close friend of
William. She defended him from people who criticized him, and
insulted Michelle Shields, and strangely, she wrote in the same style
as William. Even stranger, the name “Zarabeth McGhee” combined
Kathleen's name from Witchboard, and her name from another film.
Really suspicious, but no smoking gun. It could have been anyone,
including Kathleen herself. But to me there was no doubt that this
was William, creating a fake account to pretend he had a girlfriend,
and even scarier, carrying on online conversations with this fake
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I found out later I wasn't the first
person to call out the Zarabeth account, even before Jordan, by a
Youtuber. He had noted the similarities between William and Zarabeth
and called him. He reportedly even contacted Kathleen and she deleted
William from her Facebook. Now this I have no solid proof of, I have
not been able to locate the Youtuber and attempts to contact Kathleen
have been unsuccessful. So a lot of circumstantial evidence is
turning up, but still nothing concrete. It's getting convoluted, but
still it could be explained away. Maybe they were friends, maybe it
was her, or a fan of hers on the Google plus, unlikely, but possible.
And maybe the “K” he's referencing isn't Kathleen...but hold on.
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But before we go deeper, let's hear
William's story about his great love affair with “K”. William
details his great love for “K” with the most detail on one of his
Valentines Day Podcast. He hosts the show as his persona “The Night
Caller”. William starts out bemoaning the fact he has no love, but
at one time dear listeners, he had a great love. Her name was “K”,
and she was his soulmate. However he lost K. How did this great
affair come to an end? “K decided to go to Europe. During this time
William's house burned down. K returning home assumed he was dead,
and went on with her life. Five years later, they reconnected, but
she was “involved” with a man and pregnant with her child. The
rekindled their friendship but her jealous boyfriend refused to let
them talk so she created the “zarabeth” account to continue
talking to her true love. This continued till a “misunderstanding”
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Over the years he has added little
detials, like how a neighbor told “K” he was dead. How on a
special birthday she had bought him KFC for a picnic How “K”'s
husband was abusive, but K was loyal and he, William, was no home
wrecker. He even stated once that even though she was his soul mate
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All of this on it's own sounds fake as
hell. It sounds like the fantasy of a fourteen year old high schooler
who has never got laid. Now it's true, young girls do go off to
Europe, leaving their boyfriends behind, but it isn't that common
outside of the movies. But to go to Europe, leave your boyfriend
behind, and not call? Not keep in touch. The you come home and some
one tell you he died and you just move on? No call to the hospital,
no visiting his grave site? Not even checking the obituaries?
Contacting his family? I'm sorry but that's beyond improbable, that's
unbelievable. Add to that apparently William never tried to contact
her. “Honey, my house burned down, but I'm OK”. Even more in 1994
William had written and had published four Friday the 13<sup>th</sup>
novels. You don't call your girlfriend and tell her that you are now
a published author? We know this happened at roughly the same time
because according to William it took two years to repair his house
and they moved back in in 1996. He has also stated he lost a lot of
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So we have a completely improbably
story of how their relationship ended. We also have a story, once
again told by William, of his attempt to celebrate publishing his
books by asking out a co-worker. Now William uses the above story as
for how his relationship with “K” ended, which means he was
attempting to cheat on his soul mate when he asked out Nikki Malia.
The same Nikki whose name he has tattooed on his arm. We are left
with a couple choices. William is unfaithful, the “K” story never
happened, or the Nikki Story never happened, or maybe some mix of all
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Now originally I believed parts of the
K story were real, Like I said, before I knew how crazy he was. I
took his stories at face value. After I found the note by Jordan I
started to connect “K” and Kathleen. Then I started to
investigate, and was sent a facebook message where William calls his
great love by her full name. In the message he says that he once
dated Kathleen Wilhoite. He claims to have helped her create the
Zarabeth character in Witchboard, giving her the iconic TTFN, and
helping her select her wardrobe. He even claims he helped director
Kevin Tenney direct the film.<br />
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So to be through I checked IMDB, and
William is listed no where on the credits of Witchboard. Then an
associate contacted Kevin Tenney, who confirmed that William had
nothing to do with directing Witchboard, with the dialogue for
Zarabeth or her wardrobe. He also said he had no idea if William and
Kathleen were dating. That is William caught in a direct lie. Just
like he was caught lying about his relationship with Harlan Ellison,
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Now we have connected “K” and
Kathleen, we have also established that William lies frequently. SO
let's take all the hints and various posts, and put together a time
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William claims to have met Kathleen
Wilhoite before filming began for Witchboard. Witchboard was released
in 1986. William has claimed he met her when she was doing publicity
for Murphy's Law. However Murphy's Law was released in April 1986,
and you would think most of the publicity would be after and just
prior to release. This causes a problem in his story because even
though Witchbard was released in December of 1986 (limited) it was
filmed in 1985. So it's not impossible to believe they met, but
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Now at the time they “met” Kathleen
was a working actress,living in San Bernadino, and William was a
stock boy in the Bay area. No offense to stock boys but that's a
stretch. Still not impossible that an overweight stock boy from Sam
Mateo could being a ten year relationship with a young, but already
successful actress.</div>
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So they meet in 1985-1986. William
helps her develop her character in 1985, and despite being a young
stock boy from San Mateo he is allowed to help direct a feature film.
From 1985 till 1994 nothing worth talking about happens in their
relationship beyond a picnic with KFC. Nothing, no special
anniversaries, no Christmas’s together, no more movie work that I
can see. Not till she leaves for Europe at some unnamed date, that we
have to assume was around 1994. She had to be back before 1996 or his
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In 1994, William writes and publishes
four novels and his house burns down. Kathleen is apparently in
Europe, even though IMDB shows her working steadily in Hollywood, in
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Sometime between 1994 and 1996 Kathleen
returns from Europe to hear her soul mate is dead. Oh well, no need
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Five years later Willie and Kathleen
reconnect. She is now pregnant and involved with the child's father.
However Kathleen was married in 1997 to David Harte. Five years from
1996 is 2001, five from 1994 is 1999. So was she involved or married?
I couldn’t easily find a lot of information about her kids, and
with stalkers like Willie, it's probably for the best.</div>
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In 2012 he was Facebook friends with
Kathleen, although it appears she blocked him by mid year. Or was this William's fake profile of her. I tend to think they were Facebook friends for a while but recent photos make me think he was also operating a fake profile that he friended, beyond the Zarabeth profiles.</div>
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In January 2013 the fake Zarabeth
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In May of 2013 Jordan Mollar, a former
friend of William's has figured out the truth and outed him on
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So by now, I think anyone with any
common sense will decide that William Pattison never dated Kathleen
Wilhoite. All of his stories about her are either lies, or highly
suspect, So why should anyone care? It's just harmless fantasy from a
loser guy who never got his break. The reason I care is that it's
more than harmless fantasy. If it was just a lie about a girlfriend,
that's something a lot of people have done. William, however goes to
a whole new level of crazy. He has obsessed over Kathleen since at
least 2000. He has a tattoo of “Kathleen” on his back. He claims
he had a “beloved jeep” named Kathleen, He has even named his
laptop Kathleen. He has went on podcast and claimed David Harte is an
abusive husband, basically keeping Kathleen prisoner. This is not
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To make it worse William has friends
who are acting as enablers. People who could attempt to get him help.
People like Derek Young, who support his lies, even when given proof,
versus getting him help. William surrounds himself with people who
never criticize him or call him out on his lies. I think if it
weren’t for his physical issues such as his extreme weight problem,
and bad feet, he would be a legitimate danger. This wouldn't be the
first time an actress was stalked by a fan and it had a bad ending.</div>
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I have been debating writing this for a
while. I have had run ins with William in the past but have tried to
avoid him over the last year or so. Still I recently was sent word he
is still talking about me, threatening to file charges against me for
stalking, bullying and even identity theft. He has posted lies about
me all over the internet, while crying that he is the victim.
Everything I have posted here is directly from William, Kevin Tenney,
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Last I leave you with this. A screen shot where William claims Kathleen Wilhote gave him "B roll<br />
from her film<i> A Color of Night. </i>He then used that footage to make a music video for a song he wrote for Wayne Goulden. The song Nikki Tears Her World Apart, which he wrote about the girl he intended to cheat on Kathleen with...The girl whos name he has on his other tattoo. Now tell me that isn't creepy in itself. Thing is, this isn't B roll. I haven't seen A Color of Night since it was first released but I have on good authority that is the opening credits scene. William filmed it off his television, zoomed in to crop out the credits. That's copyright infringement on it's own. If he did get the film from Kathleen he is implicating her in the crime, as she doesn't own the copyright and can not give it to him to use in a monetized video<br />
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It's hard to attack a movie like Don't
Breathe. It's a big screen, R rated horror movie that's doing gang
buster business at the box office. OK maybe not so hard as I have
seen reviews attacking it. Negative reviews based on the sexual abuse
sub-plot and it lack of scares and tension. I went in hoping to be
able to defend it against the anti- rape sentiment that is cascading
through the horror community. I guess I should state at this point
that I am not, in any way, pro-rape. However I also feel a horror
movie should be about horror, and if a rape scene is necessary for
the story, it should happen. Like all things care should be taken
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So I went in to Don't Breathe hopeful.
Riding high on some positive reviews of people I trusted. Reviews
that the film was a taut, suspenseful ride, if not really scary. The
basic plot was interesting, and held some promise. A group of kids
break into a<a href="http://houseoftorturedsouls.com/" target="_blank"> house</a> attempting to rob it, only to find themselves
trapped inside. Trapped and hunted by a blind man with murderous
intent. It was a great set up actually. Turning the tables on movies
with a blind victim stalked by home invaders such as the classic<a href="http://deadsexyradio.com/" target="_blank"> Wait Until Dark. <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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However, as is often the case, reality
is far removed from promise. Sadly it was a great set up mostly
wasted, and I have a hard time defending it, or defending the
inclusion of the rape scene. I wont attack it to hard, because there
was a couple good points to the film. They were minor points, and
while I have a hard time saying I enjoyed <i>Don't Breathe</i>, I
don’t hate it. It just wasn't anything special, which is a shame
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So on to those good points. Stephen
Lang was a good point. I thought he was great as the blind
antagonist. I just think the character wasn't well written or thought
out. He had potential and Lang did what he could to bring it out.
But whereas he could have been a strong malevolent force, or
alternatively a sympathetic character gone bad, it seemed the writers
couldn't decide and tried to split the difference. There was also
such variance in his abilities. He can bounce all around his house,
reacting or over reacting to the slightest sound. At other times he
can't hear footfalls, or his potential victims talking. Even his lack
of eye sight seems to vary. Is he blind? It appears so at times.
Other times he seems to have some blurry vision. I still say Lang
gave it his best but he couldn't salvage the character. So instead of
a imposing Zatoichi, we get a limp ass Daredevil.
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The other thing that impressed me, with
no reservations was the setting. <i>Don't Breathe</i> showed Detroit
in it's festering decay. It avoided the easy route of showing
deteriorating urban vistas and grand violence. Instead it showed us
what appeared to be sub urban homes fallen into decay. It shocked me
to think an American city could look like this. Homes, that might
once have been nice, even expensive homes being reclaimed by nature.
It looks like we are witnessing what will one day become ancient
ruins right in front of our eyes. From friends who live in Michigan,
<i>Don't Breathe</i> presented a realistic picture of Detroit. My
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On to the bad. It's true what they
said. The people who hated it.<i> Don't Breathe</i> just isn't scary.
However it isn't true that it's a suspenseful ride. It just never put
me on edge. Never made me feel claustrophobic. There are so many
films that got this right. <i>The Descent</i>, the end scenes of
<i>Silence of the Lambs</i>, even the low budget <i>Crawl or Die</i>.
The scenes of the protagonists fleeing in the trapped house were just
to few and far between. More time should have been spent hiding,
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And there was just too much sound.
Ambient sound from the score, people talking, it was just too much.
This film should have taken a clue from <i>The Witch</i> and had long
moments of absolute silence. Then every sound would have been
amplified, and shocking. Watch the end of the wonderful <i>Tombs of
the Blind Dead</i>. Listen as the woman hides from the blind dead,
being completely silent until we hear the sound of her heart, beating
louder and louder as the dead moved toward her. That was fucking
tension. That was fucking horror.</div>
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Now the rape scene, and ***Spoiler
alert***there was no actual rape. A sexual assault/rape was planned
but did not happen. There was a rape perpetuated but it was off
screen, before the events of the film. Now I feel, personal opinion,
that a rape can be used in a horror film, just as much as a murder,
decapitation, disembowelment or immolation. Yes, it's a bad thing,
but bad people in horror movies do bad things. In <i>Don't Breathe</i>
though, the scene just interrupts from what we want to see, from what
we paid to see, which is a bad ass blind man hunting down people who
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What was this sub plot meant to do
anyway? Was it to make him more of a monster? Or to attempt some
amount of sympathy for him? It did neither. All the subplot managed
to do was make our already barely likeable protagonists even less
likeable. Why not leave the sub plot off. Allow the antagonist to be
a more sympathetic character. A victim of a home invasion by morally
ambiguous characters. Just a sad, man who snaps and goes nuclear on a
group of kids. Or just make him a horrible, irredeemable character.
It tried to hold the middle ground and it lost it all. Even the line
“I'm not a rapist”, is that supposed to illicit sympathy? Make
him look not quite so bad? It fucking failed miserably. If anything
it made him look like a sick fuck and a pussy. Freddy Kruger never
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The protagonists themselves are not
easily likeable. That's OK with me. I don’t have to like characters
to feel or them, or to enjoy them as leads in a movie. I can even dig
a movie with a sympathetic villain and unlikeable heroes if it's done
right. The problem here is the characters are so typical. You know
almost from the beginning who is going to live and die. Honestly if
you have ever seen a handful of horror movies you should know exactly
in what order they will bite it. If you have seen <i>Don't Breathe</i>,
raise your hand if you called it. There's money the tough guy,
packing heat gangsta wanna be (G-Money!!! Holla) who wants to escape
Detroit, his girlfriend Rocky, who's in an abusive family and wants
to escape with her younger sister, and Alex, the nerd who goes along
on the robberies because of his hopeless crush on Rocky. OK even if
you haven't seen <i>Don't Breathe</i>, raise your hand if you called
it. BTW cheap ass low blow opening the film with a scene late in the
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Still even with unlikeable characters
this could have been a hit. Scrap the hostage/rape subplot and
dedicate the majority of the running time to the characters running
and fighting for their lives. Turn up that claustrophobia by using
narrow hallways and basements, limited lighting and very sparse
sounds. Scare the shit out of your audience every time you hear a
foot scrape on the floor. Imagine ten minutes of silence, broke by a
sudden small sound amplified out the ass. It's horror, be fucking
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the final scene. OK I liked parts of the final scene and I have to
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At the end when we find out the bad
blind guy isn’t dead (can you spell “sequel” kiddos?), Rocky
makes the decision to get on the train and go on to her new life.
Totally morally bad, no heroic ending that worked for me. To many
times the average Joe, instead of making good on his escape goes back
to be a hero. I just rarely find that believable. Rocky knows by
keeping his secret, by walking away, he will probably kidnap and
rape/not rape another girl. She knows and shes willing to live with
that to escape with her sister. Of course in the sequel, the blind
dude will probably fly to Cali and track her down, build a trap house
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Don't Breathe was directed by Fede
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Dylan Minette (<i>Goosebumps</i>), Daniel Zovatto (<i>It Follows</i>),
and Stephen Lang (Tombstone). Sadly I can only muster a limp 4 out of
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Lord Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183337128967368613noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196027464292144707.post-14850829338862313592016-11-06T01:21:00.000-07:002016-11-06T01:25:41.817-08:00In the Dark with Satan<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
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episode of In the Dark with a very special guest. No movie star or
model but the devil himself, Lucifer, Satan, has granted us an
exclusive interview. In we talk about his music career, his favorite
films. We also broach the subject of Ozzy Osbourne and the paternity
test from hell. A slight detour into the presidential campaign of
hell, and even the church of satan. You don't want to miss it, our
guest night take it personally! Along the way we take a few calls,
answer some viewer mail email. We get right into it after some devil
music. Special thanks to Walter Sablotny III for the use of some
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Willie....or is there? You never know when the worlds most unfamous
sound guy, janitor, fan fiction writer and all around asshole might
show up. It's a short show so short show notes. So remember kiddies,
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This was a bit of an experimental
podcast. I am a self taught podcaster, but I do owe a debt of
gratitude to William Bozarth for tips on content and encouragement as
well as to Dean Charles aka Dr. Blood for technical help as well as
inspiring me to “work on the content, and the audience will come”
paraphrased. Recording over the skype connection caused issues so I
decided to try a solo podcast (of sorts). It was physically daunting
with the equipment I have. That equipment being a laptop a microphone
and a copy of audacity. And not enough free time! Still it was
accomplished. Is it good? That is up for you to decide, not me. It's
all in good fun and no animosity is aimed at anyone. I hope you enjoy
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Lord Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183337128967368613noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196027464292144707.post-69347192602319335182016-10-31T13:18:00.000-07:002016-10-31T13:18:03.149-07:00In The Dark with Elizabeth Mears<iframe frameborder="0" height="100" id="audio_iframe" scrolling="no" src="https://www.podbean.com/media/player/8yttq-64196f" width="100%"></iframe><br />
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It's the Halloween episode of In The
Dark podcast with Lord Dixie and special guest Lizzie Mears.
Elizabeth Lizzie Mears is an actress best know for her role as the
bitchy Janet on the comedy horror film Dollface, otherwise known as
Dorchester's Revenge: The Return of Crinoline Head. Elizabeth can
alsoo be seen in the new supernatural horror film Family Possessions.
Family Possessions also stars In The Dark guest<a href="http://deadsexyradio.com/uncategorized/in-the-dark-with-leah-wiseman/" target="_blank"> Leah Wiseman</a>, Jason
Vail, Mark Patton and Felissa Rose. It is making the convention and
festival circuit and we will let you know when it has a DVD or VoD
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Lizzie answers questions about Family
Possessions and Dollface, as well about acting with Leah and with
director Tommy Faircloth. Lord Dixie and her also talk about the fun
of film festivals and discuss Elizabeth Mears other film and
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Then since it is Halloween the show
gets a little spooky when they take call ins to the show. But wait,
who calls in to a pre-recorded call? It is Halloween but that's a bit
strange regardless. Never the less for good or bad Lord Dixie and
Elizabeth take a handful of spooky calls before taking a short
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After a thirty second break to get over
the weirdness, since I over used spookiness already, the show comes
back for a game of lightening round. Ten questions in rapid fire
succession while Lizzie answers them off the top of her head! No time
to think, no lifeline and you can't phone a friend! Not even Carl can
saver her now! After the questions, the laughter subsides and there
isn't a dry eye in the house as we say goodbye to Elizabeth. Well ok
maybe it wasn't a tearful good bye, and we do hope to have Lizzie
back on soon. And don't forget to check out Dollface and <a href="http://houseoftorturedsouls.com/family-possessions-coming-soon/" target="_blank">FamilyPossessions.</a></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Beautiful Elizabeth Mears from Dollface and Family Possessions</td></tr>
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After a week off, In the Dark returns with our very special guest, LadyAslan herself, Anitra De Lorenzo. The intention of the show was to focus on the writings of Anitra but we quickly, and predictably go off course. But that's OK we do get to know her and find out a lot about her. She has lead an adventuresome life, traveling and experiencing what life has to offer. Unfortunately experiencing life often leads you into the path of trolls, stalkers and bullies. We discuss this in a sometimes serious, sometimes lite hearted way, sippy sippy. Yes the elephant in the room (in San Mateo) does get brought up and discussed at length. Realistically there was no way that Anitra and I could talk about entertainment, writing and bullying without bringing up Mr. Fan Fiction. This was a long show as Anitra is a dear friend and we could talk for ages.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">LadyAslan author of Lipstick and Absinthe joins Lord Dixie In the Dark</td></tr>
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There is also the usual tom foolery, with completely inappropriate behavior by <a href="http://deadsexyradio.com/podcast/in-the-dark-with-hannah-elizabeth-smith/">Plumber Willie</a>, who at one point attempts to commander the show. I wont have none of that and he was swiftly put back in his place. The dumpster that is. We also have a very special opening musical intro by Rim Wipe, titled <i>Itchy Dixie,</i>which is wildly appropriate for this show. A big thank you goes out to Dani Carnage and Rimwipe for allowing us to use their song. Please go<a href="https://www.reverbnation.com/rimwipe"> here </a>and show them lots of love and support. You will enjoy yourself in the process. And of course you can go <a href="https://www.facebook.com/Ladyaslan/">here</a> to learn more about the lovely and talented Ladyaslan aka Anitra. To all the baby bats #babybats, that tune in, thank you in advance and I'm sorry for what you hear lol. That wraps up this session of show notes, prepare for a Halloween show next week!!!Lord Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183337128967368613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196027464292144707.post-45456457860069079272016-10-02T20:11:00.000-07:002016-10-02T20:11:50.247-07:00In the Dark with Victoria De Mare<iframe data-name="pb-iframe-player" frameborder="0" height="100" scrolling="no" src="https://www.podbean.com/media/player/uwqcd-633895?from=yiiadmin&skin=3&download=0&share=1&fonts=Helvetica&auto=0" width="100%"></iframe><br />
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We are back with another episode of<a href="http://deadsexyradio.com/podcast/in-the-dark-with-hannah-elizabeth-smith/" target="_blank"> Inthe Dark</a>, this week with special guest Victoria De Mare. That's
right, the lovely actress Victoria De Mare. Victoria stars as the
demonic clown Batty Boop in the Killjoy series of movies from
Charles Band's Full Moon Films. De Mare makes her first appearance as
Batty in Killjoy 3 and her popularity lead to her reprising the role
in the next two films, including the upcoming Killjoy Psycho Circus.
There are a lot of stories of creepy clowns, but Batty could lure me
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The show opens with sad news from the
sea of Japan regarding Sound Guy Willie. Ok maybe not so sad, it is
Sound Guy Willie we are talking about. If you don't find Willie
funny, well you probably just have good taste. But it's a short bit
before we flush Willie away and get on to the lovely Victoria De
Mare. Special shout out to Zombie XXX, as we reprise the opening tune
they wrote for Dead Sexy Radio, during a quick break before we bring
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Then it's on to Victoria. We talk about
her career, in movies as well as her musical career. Victoria also
talks about her training in dance and her IMDB which lists 91 film
roles and she assures us it is far from up to date. Besides her
female lead role in the Killjoy series, she has also appeared in
small roles in the Amazon Prime series Bosch, as well as a scene in
the hit superhero movie Deadpool. Yes that Deadpool, starring Ryan
Reynolds. We also take a few minutes to talk about the phenomena of
creepy clowns that is apparently plaguing America. Are we facing a
clown apocalypse? Or are people just really stupid? I know how I'm
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All things end, and so does this
episode, as we sign off to this episode of In the Dark and say good
bye to our guest Victoria De Mare.</div>
<br />Lord Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183337128967368613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196027464292144707.post-33327271633907102242016-09-25T23:05:00.000-07:002016-09-25T23:05:52.916-07:00In the Dark with Hannah Elizabeth Smith<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Welcome back to the long over due
second episode of In the Dark. Yes it has been a while but your ever
loveable Lord Dixie is back with another episode. This week Dixie aka
Allen is joined by special guest <a href="http://www.hannahelizabethsmithactor.com/">Hannah Elizabeth Smith</a>. Hannah is a
young, upcoming actor of both stage and screen from North Carolina.
She has played the role of Carrie White in Carrie the musical, and
Lady McBeth on stage. She is also the lead in the upcoming horror
movie Baphomet. If you haven't been paying attention, Baphomet is
the story of Hannah (played by Hannah Elizabeth Smith), a beautiful,
sociopathic serial killer prowling the East Coast for victims. The
project is still in the fund raising stage if you want to help out go <a href="https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1074310581/baphomet-portrait-of-a-sociopath-feature-film">here</a>.</div>
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Lord Dixie even did a small write up
for <a href="http://houseoftorturedsouls.com/baphomet-crowdfunding-pick/">House of Tortured Souls</a>, but Hannah will give us even more of the
low down on the project. We will also talk about her other projects
past, present and future, especially her role as Carrie White and
upcoming Average Joe. Along with all this Hannah fills us in a bit on
the state of the film industry in North Carolina after the loss of
the tax incentives for film makers. Then the conversation turns south
as they tackle the subject of the dick pic. What is the reasoning and
logic of the dick pic? You might find out, or you might just shake
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Sadly the episode begins with the
unwarranted and unwanted return of Sound Guy Willie. Who out there
doesn't love Willie? Almost everyone apparently, Still he's back for
his own brand of un-funny comedy. Still what can you do? We couldn't
find a better bit in time for the show. It's OK if you just skip over
him, we all want to skip past him.
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But enjoy the conversation with Hannah
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Leah is an actress who can be seen now in the horror movie Dollface (originally titles Dorchester's Revenge the Return of Crinoline Head) and will soon be seen in the paranormal slasher Family Possessions. Family Possessions is directed by Tommy Faircloth (Who also directed Dollface)</div>
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The show opens with a remix of Tito and Tarantula's After Dark, (<a href="https://soundcloud.com/eko911/tito-tarantula-after-dark" rel="nofollow" style="border: 0px; color: #07a9e0; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">https://soundcloud.com/eko911/tito-tarantula-after-dark</a>) used under creative commons.</div>
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Then Lord Dixie opens the show and introduces his comedic (well kind of) foil Sound Guy Willie. What is Willie up to in the corner? Do we really want to know?<br />
After we have had more than enough of Willie theres a short musical break and at roughly 6:25 seconds Dixie welcomes Leah Wiseman to In The Dark.<br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";"><span style="font-size: medium;">So
the cat's out of the bag. I have decided to start a new podcast, In
the Dark. Actually I have been planning and dreaming of this for
quiet awhile but now it has come to fruition. Our first episode of In
The Dark will go live in just a few days, featuring our very first
guest, actress Leah <span style="background: #ffff00;">Wiseman</span>,</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";"><span style="font-size: medium;">If
you aren't familiar with Leah <span style="background: #ffff00;">Wiseman</span>,
you can watch her on the film <span style="background: #ffff00;">Dollface</span> from
director Tommy <span style="background: #ffff00;">Faircloth</span> and
Horse Creek Productions. You can also see Leah in the horror film
Dismembering Christmas and especially in the upcoming Supernatural
slasher film Family Possessions, also from Horse Creek Productions.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";"><span style="font-size: medium;">In
our conversation with Leah, we will talk about her roles in both
Dollface, and Family Possessions, what it's like to work with
director Tommy Faircloth. We will also talk a little about horror
conventions and whatever else comes to mind.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";"><span style="font-size: medium;">Along
with our conversation with Leah, In The Dark will also introduce our
favoite punching bag, and all around royal ego case, Sound Guy
Willie. Sound Guy Willie will supposedly be running the soundboard
and helping with audio quality. However who knows what Willie will
actually be doing in that dark corner... Do we really want to know?</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";"><span style="font-size: medium;">This
is the first episode of In The Dark, but it wont be the last. The
first show is in the can, much like Sound Guy Willie's writing
career, and just waiting to uploaded. The actual Podcast will be available on Dead Sexy Radio at <a href="http://deadsexyradio.com/">Deadsexyradio.com</a>. We will link to
it from this site as well, and hope you will take the time to check
it out.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Upcoming</span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";"><span style="font-size: medium;"> guests will include celebrities, and non celebs who have an
interestsign story. We hope to have a show that is both interesting
and entertaining. With your support we can grow, we can get bigger
guests, and bring back guests for more fun. But first off, lets get
ready to give a big welcome to<a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm5499909/?ref_=fn_al_nm_1"> Leah Wiseman</a> In The Dark, courtesy of
Dead Sexy Radio and Lord Dixie's Dark Domain.</span></span></span></div>
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If it seems it has taken forever for Eli Roth's<i> Clown</i> to make it to the big screen, well it hasn't but it has been a few years, The film, about a man possessed by a demonic clown suit, was actually filmed way back in 2012. You know back when we all thought Donald Trump running for President was just a joke. Those were simpler, more innocent times. But now, <i>Clown</i>, bearing a <a href="http://www.dreadcentral.com/news/172030/today-vod-eli-roth-produced-clown/">2014 release date</a> is finally, actually available in the U.S. on VoD, almost four years after filming.</div>
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There has been buzz about Clown for the last several years, no doubt helped by the attachment of Roth's name as producer. But the film is good enough to stand on it's own, and honestly is better than most of Roth's work in my opinion. Clown was directed by Jon Watts, who resists the urge to add comedy to a dark film (pay<a href="http://houseoftorturedsouls.com/tag/eli-roths-the-green-inferno/"> attention Eli)</a>, and make no mistake Clown is a dark film.<br />
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Clowns have always inhabited that weird place in out lives and culture. On the surface, happy, funny beings meant to make us laugh. Yet the truth is, Clowns are also scary as shit. Kids know this, adults know this and film makers know this fact. There's just something about that painted on smile that never seems sincere. Watts takes that deep seated fear and externalizes it in Clown.<br />
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In <i>Clown, </i> Kent (Andy Powers) a loving, and hard working father is running late for his son's birthday party. Adding stress to the hectic day, he's just informed the clown he booked can't make it. Luckily he comes across a decrepit old clown suit in the closet of the house he's remodeling. In order to not disappoint his son he fatefully puts on the suit. Unbeknownst to him it's not actually a clown suit but the skin of an ancient demon. A demon that has a taste for children.<br />
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Any time you throw kids into a horror mix, it can go to dark places. Normally filmmakers shy away from harming kids in films. It may be alluded to, but it's never really seen. Clown doesn't shy away. You do see actual child deaths, so sensitive people should beware. The more graphic kills are kept off screen but you see the bloody consequences, and you know fully what's going on,<br />
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If the death and cannibalism of kids wasn't enough, the film is even darker by the fact no one involved really deserved their fate. Kent is honestly a decent guy. We don't see him ignoring his kid, cheating on his wife, or any major hubris. He seems to genuinely love his family and wants to take care of them, His only minor flaw I could possibly point at was, did he steal the clown suit? But it was in a house, the owner was dead, and it was being remolded for sale. It would have definitely been tossed in the trash bin if he hadn't decided to wear it. No, Kent was just an innocent, a nice guy who stumbled onto an evil presence and was taken over by it. That, to me, makes Clown much scarier.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A rare light moment from The Clown</td></tr>
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Clown also stars Laura Allen <i>(From Within</i>) as Kent's wife and Peter Stormare <i>(Dylan Dog:Dead of Night</i>) as Karlsson, a man who has a connection to the suit, and might know a way out, Director Jon Watts is next slated to direct the Marvel and Sony collaboration <i>Spiderman: Homecoming. </i>If Clown is any indication spidey fans should be in for a damn good time.<br />
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Marie Laveau, shes the subject of
rumors, mysteries, of comic books, horror movies and television
series. I can't remember when I first heard her name. I grew up a
fan of comics and horror movies. To some extent Marie has always been
with me. Lately Marie Laveau has become even more widespread, with a
fictionalized version of her starring on the television series
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Coven the third season of American
Horror Story was set in the city of <a href="http://gonola.com/2012/09/05/happy-birthday-marie-laveau-nine-legends-you-didnt-know.html">New Orleans </a>and surrounding
areas. To not have Marie a part of the show would almost be a slight.
However people of New Orleans, people who live with her legacy
weren't that happy with her portrayal. It's not that Angela Basset
didn't do a good job with the role itself, but more the way Marie
Laveau was presented. American Horror Story took the worst of the
stories and rumors and amplified them. Their voodoo priestess was a
sadistic murderer and baby killer. While there is a lot of mystery
about Marie's life, and death, this scenario seems far from the
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True, not a lot is known about Marie
Laveau, and a lot of what we thought we knew, is often brought into
question. So when talking about her, always realize it could be true,
only part of the truth or legend. What we know, or believe as of now,
is that Marie was born the daughter of Charles Laveau (or Laveaux)
and Margeurite. Marguerite was the daughter of a freed slave, and
Charles, according to different sources was either a wealthy white
plantation owner, a free person of color, or even the fifth mayor of
New Orleans. The fifth mayor of <a href="http://houseoftorturedsouls.com/cities-dead-new-orleans/">New Orleans </a>was named Charles Laveau
Trudeau, so it's easy to see where some would claim him to be Marie's
father, but it's likely not true. In fact the free person of color
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In 1819 Marie Laveau married Jacques
Paris, in a ceremony that was believed performed by Father Antonio de
Sedella, who is also known as Pere Antonio. No one knows exactly what
happened to Jacque, but he disappeared and was believed to have died
(at this point, several hundred years later it is pretty safe to say
he has passed away), and Marie became officially known as the Widow
Paris. While it is believed the couple had no children that
survived, one of Marie's daughters at times used the surname Paris.</div>
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After her marriage ended, Marie became
he mistress of Christophe Glapion, a white veteran of the Battle of
New Orleans. Marie stayed with Glapion until his death in 1885, and
reported never took another male companion after his death. The
couple reportedly had between 7 and 15 children in their 30 years,
and descendants of the couple are still alive today. Their first
child, widely known as Marie II was born in 1827. Legends said she
looked very much like her mother, and many think this contributed to
the legends of Marie. When She walked the streets of the French
Quarter, were the people seeing Marie II, or her ageless mother, kept
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Most of Marie's involvement with Voodoo
is rumor and conjecture. She is believed to have been a successful
hairdresser and to have gained information from her wealthy clients
that aided her Voodoo practice. She regularly held ceremonies and
performed on the banks of Lake Pontchartrain, or was that her
daughter Marie II? Almost everyone agrees that while being the High
Priestess of New Orleans, she was also a devout catholic. Local
guides will tell you she attended Mass every day.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Coven house from American Horror Story: Coven, which featured a version of Marie Laveau</td></tr>
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She is also credited with healing and
lending aid to victims of the many Yellow Fever outbreaks alongside
Pere Antonio. When most New Orleanians of the time tried to avoid the
sick and dying, these two took them in and cared for them. Unlike her
character in American Horror Story:Coven, Marie, at least according
to locals voodoo practitioners,used her voodoo for healing and good,
not evil. She is revered almost as a saint to many in New Orleans.
It's believed in the later part of her life she turned away from
voodoo, more fully embracing the catholic faith. She continued in her
charitable doings. Over her life she took in indigents and orphans,
feeding them and giving them a home if needed. She even allowed those
with no place to be buried, find final rest in the Glapion family
crypt. There they lay alongside her beloved Christophe, her children
and eventually Marie herself.</div>
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In 1881 Marie Laveau passed away,
peacefully in her sleep in her home on St. Anne street in New
Orleans. She was buried in St Louis Cemetery #1 with a traditional
catholic ceremony. You can visit her tomb now, with a tour, the
cemetery is closed to non licensed tour groups die to vandalism. A
lot of the vandalism, unfortunately involves the tomb of Marie
itself. Vandals have taken to desecrating the tomb with X's as a way
of contacting Marie, as well as spray painting the tomb. Please don't
do this. It's disrespectful, it's callous and it's very illegal.
Beyond showing disrespect to the dead it can actually damage the
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Final Resting place of Marie Laveau</td></tr>
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So who was Marie Laveau, beyond the
fact that she was the Voodoo Queen of New Orleans. It kind of depends
on who you ask. New Orleans locals for the most part see her as a
kind woman, a loving mother and devout catholic. Still some whisper
there was a darker side. No one will ever know for sure, but it's
almost certain her legacy as an evil person was highly inflated, by
Hollywood, and those who didn't understand Voodoo. Her generous side
is likely inflated to some extend as well, like I said, the real
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Lord Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183337128967368613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196027464292144707.post-91487149125154471052016-04-10T19:58:00.000-07:002016-04-10T19:58:34.139-07:00Days of the Dead Atlanta part 2<br /><br />The second part of my photos from the Days of the Dead Atlanta. Plan on uploading more convention photos this week if I get the chance. Thanks for viewing<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dan Yeager from Texas Chainsaw 3-D</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Keith David of They Live, The Thing, Pitch Black and Requiem for a Dream, among others</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Derek Mears from Friday the 13th</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJIba_IumSejyb2I2nBQyfYNXQ4IsaPgaYWcqXpsNpotF5v0ruiCDSnZBFSi01_Eq-26o9C88iMGbSjlSDTe3eWORjUykaFUwcTl26L2d1WIu0bOAt6gD4ddFD99GBgHiRHpPZ42G-Yx0/s1600/stacy2+web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="Stacey Dixon" border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJIba_IumSejyb2I2nBQyfYNXQ4IsaPgaYWcqXpsNpotF5v0ruiCDSnZBFSi01_Eq-26o9C88iMGbSjlSDTe3eWORjUykaFUwcTl26L2d1WIu0bOAt6gD4ddFD99GBgHiRHpPZ42G-Yx0/s320/stacy2+web.jpg" title="Stacey Dixon" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Full Moon Tattoo and Horror Convention's Stacey Dixon</td></tr>
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<br />Lord Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183337128967368613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196027464292144707.post-20332486998330368422016-04-07T01:43:00.000-07:002016-04-07T01:43:46.889-07:00Days of the Dead Atlanta 2014More blast from the past convention photos. This time from Days of the Dead Atlanta back in 2014, The special guest headliners were Damien Echols, of West Memphis Three fame, and Tara Reid, of Tara Reid fame.<br />
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Damien Echols held a meet and greet and Q and A, and it was definitely worth the ticket price. Growing up close to Memphis in the 80s and 90s, I was all to aware of the West Memphis Three. Being one of those people who don't fit in with the conservative Christians of the deep south, I am acutely aware of how outcasts are treated. Basically I was excited about the chance to meet and talk with Damien, and to hear him talk. I wasn't disappointed.<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKHmxBVeaEvMRuL91XZSlqxgYHy4x6sEnDae3ATPE2v2wqgCI51GmE8TqXi7TAEql5SCpygBP4O3msKZvBW42b-IXZfo-6zSszLH0nm1Vb76GT543MAOewLBHh4mv_HgoIBwWSCjGdPfM/s1600/damien+2+web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="Damien Echols of the West Memphis Three" border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKHmxBVeaEvMRuL91XZSlqxgYHy4x6sEnDae3ATPE2v2wqgCI51GmE8TqXi7TAEql5SCpygBP4O3msKZvBW42b-IXZfo-6zSszLH0nm1Vb76GT543MAOewLBHh4mv_HgoIBwWSCjGdPfM/s320/damien+2+web.jpg" title="Damien Echols of the West Memphis Three" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Damien Echols</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrWo0LS-fRnv2jjWxDr5Jp1Z1t56ghjRNBwwkZKD3K1xbPzv60qZG3RiWw0wkvdEuEo2UuJ2K0oTyIZmlMkmvtM53_iO7ChuP1fCK_rzVH7ZGZyBGdQfepHkEImlqp9lPxtuiQTk6P1RU/s1600/Damien+Echols.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="Damien Echols at Days of the Dead" border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrWo0LS-fRnv2jjWxDr5Jp1Z1t56ghjRNBwwkZKD3K1xbPzv60qZG3RiWw0wkvdEuEo2UuJ2K0oTyIZmlMkmvtM53_iO7ChuP1fCK_rzVH7ZGZyBGdQfepHkEImlqp9lPxtuiQTk6P1RU/s320/Damien+Echols.jpg" title="Damien Echols at Days of the Dead" width="214" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Autographed Damien Echols poster</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWigwbBXYMrLvRL2NLS7XEnIZsmSQ_cNJcPFIxQDcapPdWKDyw16wHphH6aQBWQg_Vmr273FeRs8rgT8ibCvrFN3sFqPVQFF5oEW3FcGTgMNV2eXuaaBZ11A3MfmOcJSV9PpfWKjrLRbo/s1600/SAM_0014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt=" West Memphis Three's Damien Echols al" border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWigwbBXYMrLvRL2NLS7XEnIZsmSQ_cNJcPFIxQDcapPdWKDyw16wHphH6aQBWQg_Vmr273FeRs8rgT8ibCvrFN3sFqPVQFF5oEW3FcGTgMNV2eXuaaBZ11A3MfmOcJSV9PpfWKjrLRbo/s320/SAM_0014.jpg" title="West Memphis Three's Damien Echols" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Damien Echols and Me at Days of the Dead Atlanta</td></tr>
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I wont lie I was also excited to meet Tara Reid. She's a real cutie and everyone knows her. The lines weren't horribly long, and she was incredibly sweet and generous</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me and Tara Reid at Days of the Dead Atlanta</td></tr>
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There were a lot of other celebs that I was able to meet as well. I will add those photos in another blog post. Hopefully I will get it up in the next day or two. Till then </div>
Lord Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183337128967368613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196027464292144707.post-64055514449455534782016-04-06T06:50:00.000-07:002016-04-06T06:55:41.896-07:00Ya'll Motherfuckers need Deadpool.The truth hurts, but ya'll motherfuckers need Deadpool. Yep Deadpool the surprise (to Hollywood bigwigs anyway) hit starring Ryan Reynolds is coming to Blu Ray and DVD really soon. May 10th real soon, and there's no reason to wait when you can pre-order your copy today.<br />
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Do not be the last person on your block to own a copy. Hell even pre-order bragging rights are worth it. If you are a total loser and didn't catch Deadpool in the theater here is a way to regain some small semblance of manhood. Order now, it will get you laid!<br />
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Have you ordered yet? Fuck it guy! What the hell, click the link already! The merc with a mouth demands it!<br />
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OK, OK so you haven't seen it and want to know why you should. In short, Deadpool is the story of Wade Wilson, who is anything but your typical dude. He's a wise cracking mercenary, with maybe the faintest bit of morals. He falls in love and as his luck would have it, finds out soon after that he is dying with cancer.<br />
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He accepts a shadowy proposal that could save his life, or kill him. But if he lives he just might have super powers. He does live, but is horribly scarred, He also gains virtual immortality, rapid healing, and maybe just a touch of insanity. Deadpool is born. He sets out on a mission to save his love, and gain revenge on the people who lied to him. Along the way Deadpool leaves a trail of bodies as he tracks down the evil Francis. Yup. He also runs into a couple of X-men and a giant ship that is definitely NOT a SHIELD Helicarrier. (Hey MCU!)<br />
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Lord Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183337128967368613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196027464292144707.post-46612865411145914012016-04-05T02:02:00.000-07:002016-04-05T02:02:37.889-07:00Horrorhound Indy 2014Yeah, I have been slacking. Going to try and catch up with my con photos since they always seem to be a popular subject. These photos were taken in 2014 at the Indianapolis Horrorhound weekend. I went with my friend Robin, and our main goal was to meet Mads Mikkelson. If you aren't familiar, Mads played Hannibal Lector on NBCs Hannibal for three seasons.<br />
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Apparently Hannibal is now dead, although it's fans still hold out hope, a dwindling hope maybe but still hope that the show might return in some form, some day. But whatever the fate of the show, at least we got to meet the devil himself, Hannibal the cannibal.<br />
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Of course, if you aren't familiar with Hannibal as portrayed by Mads Mikkelson the first thing you should do is GET FAMILIAR. The series is available on Amazon Prime as well as on DVD and Blu Ray formats. If you watch through to the second season finale, I doubt you will ever see anyone other than Mads as Hannibal Lector.<br />
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I didn't meet many other celebs there, but I did meet the beautiful Sheryl Lee, who many will remember as Laura Palmer from Twin Peaks. For someone who died before the first episode ever aired, she was still the heart of the show. She later joined the show as Laura's cousin, Maddie I believe and feel free to correct me if I got it wrong As always, pay no attention to the fat guy in the photos.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo op with me, Robin and Mads Mikkelson</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mads Mikkelson and myself</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg70PolHBlr92vchyw47mKyaUTAL7Gyz8rpwU0MlK01cG0omHI5zWY5wHvyOuyLpDbtFI9-JMetV7PqHatZ3PwCsJ5EW33wUO28zWl2TTrWFvCPTLXYBw03vuCCU7JDa5vtA00U8LzZFyc/s1600/hannibal+rob+n+me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="Hannibal's Mads Mikkelson at Horrhound Indy" border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg70PolHBlr92vchyw47mKyaUTAL7Gyz8rpwU0MlK01cG0omHI5zWY5wHvyOuyLpDbtFI9-JMetV7PqHatZ3PwCsJ5EW33wUO28zWl2TTrWFvCPTLXYBw03vuCCU7JDa5vtA00U8LzZFyc/s400/hannibal+rob+n+me.jpg" title="Hannibal's Mads Mikkelson at Horrhound Indy" width="225" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me, Mads Mikkelson and Robin</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Autographed 8x10 by Mads Mikkelson<br /><br /><br />And then there was the still gorgeous Sheryl Lee from Twin Peaks</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnzaRpZm8VG68gNoLrn4oqDJnmwAYyvacAvjxPcT79zallpLxF4bYUKjZLLUEPJ-YlmrUke9R-GSsqHKlPEtPmx8eWxEgv01rUNoIH3jMHpXx7NXVYOr1Q8IrW5bU7T1IEWzUWuItBeN0/s1600/10505584_10152694040575421_5491989775772903434_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="Twin Peaks Sheryl Lee" border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnzaRpZm8VG68gNoLrn4oqDJnmwAYyvacAvjxPcT79zallpLxF4bYUKjZLLUEPJ-YlmrUke9R-GSsqHKlPEtPmx8eWxEgv01rUNoIH3jMHpXx7NXVYOr1Q8IrW5bU7T1IEWzUWuItBeN0/s400/10505584_10152694040575421_5491989775772903434_n.jpg" title="Twin Peaks Sheryl Lee " width="225" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Laura Palmer herself, the beautiful Sheryl Lee from Twin Peaks and myself</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Autographed 8x10 of Sheryl Lee</td></tr>
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<br />Lord Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183337128967368613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196027464292144707.post-81499264003891798572016-04-03T17:10:00.001-07:002016-04-03T17:10:30.252-07:00Will the Walking Dead Survive Post NeganSo, I'm not the biggest fan of the Walking Dead, but I can't deny it's impact on pop culture. I also can't deny or ignore that tonight's episode has fans on the edge of their seat, and it's still hours away from airing as I write this. This is the night, that they introduce the biggest, baddie of the series, Negan.<br />
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Everyone is expecting a major character, most likely Glenn or Daryl to bite the bat tonight. Or possible their will be a cliff hanger and not croak till October. I think this is very likely, and also a shitty way for the filmmakers to treat their loyal fans. Thousands may riot if Daryl dies, at least that's what they scream, in all caps, on social media.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Why I still watch the Walking Dead</td></tr>
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But beyond who will die, there is another question. Will the <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1659348/">Walking Dead,</a> the show itself survive Negan? In the comics life goes on. People live, people die and new threats arise. But the war with Negan lingers on in the comics for a while. It does end though, and the survivors settle down in Alexandria for several years.<br />
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This presents quite a change in dynamics for the show. The survivors have never stayed in one place long. The prison latest the longest but there was constant threat from the Governor looming, not to mention walkers, prisoners, and the flu. Now, following the comics, the survivors, minus possibly several loved characters, are stuck in one spot for years. Exploring the exciting world of...trading between cities.<br />
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Will fans stay behind a show that is basically a post apocalyptic Mayberry RFD? Well hopefully not that slow, but the show has been mostly about a group on the run. Nowhere is safe. After Negan they find safety, if it continues to follow the comics.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Seriously, this is why I watch the Walking Dead</td></tr>
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There are options for the Walking Dead. They could time skip, which I think the comics do, till the next threat. It gives them time to let Judith grow, and bring in new characters. It gives them time to greive and move on. But it also brings them closer to keeping up with the comics and possibly running ahead of it. A lot of the television walking dead fans still don't read the comics so that shouldn't hurt too bad. But a major change in theme, coupled with the loss of one or more beloved characters, could, maybe cause a major down swing in ratings. Even if the Dixon Vixens don't riot.Lord Dixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11183337128967368613noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196027464292144707.post-72109279212038440432016-04-03T00:16:00.000-07:002016-04-03T00:16:02.263-07:00Alexandra Daddario Farewell to the Horror HottieBeing more involved in serious writing I have let the Dark Domain stagnate. Tho some, maybe most would argue it was never that fresh. However like a good little soldier it marches on, still getting random hits with no updates. Sure it's not hitting high on google search anymore, except a few obscure items and the Willie poking.<br />
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But it's a shame to let it die, cold and alone, and so I have been tempted back. Even though I have other blogs, none of them have the link juice and heritage of the Dark Domain, and not sure I have the patience and time to wait on them to get there. Time marches on and death comes for all, ya know?<br />
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So in my spare time from working a 40 hour shift, and writing for House of Tortured Souls, I will be doing some more work here at Lord Dixie's Dark Domain, while also, hopefully building up my other properties.<br />
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Hopefully I can refocus this blog on more serious promotion, and maybe drive some affiliate sales.. My goal, my dream, my lofty pretentious desires would be to focus on actresses. Mostly upcoming but I wouldn't say no to ScarJo, knowhattamean? I would do a short bio, along with some photos. sexxxy please. Something that would hopefully help promote them and their project, while also drawing people here.<br />
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But wait, and hark and shit. Isn't that kind of what you do with Horror Hotties. Yeah kinda sorta, but not really. As I said this will be more serious than cheap T and A, with actual info, yet short of a full interview, and will full cooperation of the females involved. Yes, cooperation or at least permission.<br />
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Plus that name, Horror Hotties, I never really liked it beyond the alliteration. It's childish and cheap, and maybe I'm not the same dude I was when I thought it up. Or maybe I'm just no longer pretending to be that dude. The world changes a man, I've seen some things. and some stuff.<br />
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Right now I have no clue what I am going to call it. Not at all. Maybe some simple like Actress Profile. But no, not that damn dull. Any way, my lazy ass is going to send Horror Hotties out with a slight hurrah. One or two more posts, while I work on formalizing, and getting some willing test subjects.<br />
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So with that in mind here/s a big wolf whistle to out Farewell to Horror Hotties with the beautiful Alexandra Daddario. Whooooo. Alexandra Daddario that/s who. Now shes done a lot besides horror, in fact she doesn't have a lot of horror roles but damn she stood out the Texas Chainsaw 3D remake. If fact the lovely Ms Daddario and Dan Yeagers performance as Leatherface were the only two things that did stand out (See I completely skipped making a boobie pun. Growth man).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Seriously those eyes</td></tr>
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Besides Chainsaw she has wowed audiences in San Andres, blown their heads completely off in HBOs True Detectives, and soon will be donning the trademark red swimsuit for the Baywatch movie. The sky is the limit for Alexandra with her piercing blue eyes and a chest that could stop a perpetual motion engine in it's tracks. Stunning is a mother fucking understatement. Seriously you could drown in those eyes and never gasp for air.<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxpbH_XlELAEYA0NoscA0z-Fkw25yeREQJT_Aku0JHr73gpG72yCvlARSzeaIGoCOM1nsciVC72mGM0CVcW28im30ji1T4WNM0aMshFshHpJCgyULG5eaDhACI9fgeBSV2AXwL-6CPRXo/s1600/tumblr_nvo3i2dBP91ugdylho1_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="Alexandra Daddario eyes" border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxpbH_XlELAEYA0NoscA0z-Fkw25yeREQJT_Aku0JHr73gpG72yCvlARSzeaIGoCOM1nsciVC72mGM0CVcW28im30ji1T4WNM0aMshFshHpJCgyULG5eaDhACI9fgeBSV2AXwL-6CPRXo/s320/tumblr_nvo3i2dBP91ugdylho1_1280.jpg" title="Alexandra Daddario eyes" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Again, those eyes</td></tr>
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So enough gibble gabble to fuel the Google search requirements, let's feast on the beast that is the lovely Alexandra Daddario<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjson72c-TnwEnt0jox49aMay3t0OH31wW0CPJJzB71iEjXY_cudVbJx56xUs3Zd2-vI_ND5hbicpLewqJmHiH7P_rYOAflqI4d6Q9d0Ci9c2gGdGzDn6TbKWa0fPmo9Gk17OM8uCKAmy8/s1600/Alexandra-Daddario-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="Alexandra Daddario sexy boxer" border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjson72c-TnwEnt0jox49aMay3t0OH31wW0CPJJzB71iEjXY_cudVbJx56xUs3Zd2-vI_ND5hbicpLewqJmHiH7P_rYOAflqI4d6Q9d0Ci9c2gGdGzDn6TbKWa0fPmo9Gk17OM8uCKAmy8/s320/Alexandra-Daddario-1.jpg" title="Alexandra Daddario sexy boxer" width="253" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alexandra Daddario momma said knock you out</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyYoabfFAU4DQ94kXNnm1-kHS74vUjEIx2YctRlLwg3GMQX5XiHqRmr8T6KZtu7FVltMhat0fMd-rCViq_E4EYk4JoPHQ5PW6Zuka1k38DOmNu1k-VCHlc7EvMl0Tz8cwKjdhu4fdA__A/s1600/Alexandra-Daddario-Nude-744x1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="Alexandra Daddario full nude in heels" border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyYoabfFAU4DQ94kXNnm1-kHS74vUjEIx2YctRlLwg3GMQX5XiHqRmr8T6KZtu7FVltMhat0fMd-rCViq_E4EYk4JoPHQ5PW6Zuka1k38DOmNu1k-VCHlc7EvMl0Tz8cwKjdhu4fdA__A/s400/Alexandra-Daddario-Nude-744x1024.jpg" title="Alexandra Daddario full nude in heels" width="290" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bare ass in heels</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX623mtJoSdx_2mwSHPw_4l-Jowk3Lnc8d1cx_Qv8oDQKnuFihujGLLgH4lpWK0Hb0kyULW8iSVE0G3I-xH8ZPagNau_4K7ufo_JrqfBLxr6kJrPCIgfDKEwjuzetUOjAMeA8Ru13iyQs/s1600/Alexandra-Daddario-in-GQ-Magazine-Shoot-BTS-05-580x435.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="Alexandra Daddario red shorts, see through top" border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX623mtJoSdx_2mwSHPw_4l-Jowk3Lnc8d1cx_Qv8oDQKnuFihujGLLgH4lpWK0Hb0kyULW8iSVE0G3I-xH8ZPagNau_4K7ufo_JrqfBLxr6kJrPCIgfDKEwjuzetUOjAMeA8Ru13iyQs/s400/Alexandra-Daddario-in-GQ-Magazine-Shoot-BTS-05-580x435.jpg" title="Alexandra Daddario red shorts, see through top" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alexandra's gorgeous ass</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's about to get busty, err busy</td></tr>
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