Is anyone getting… desperate?

Well… you can always email…

In the meantime…

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Just a bit of news…

Hello, everyone.

 
I was going to write up my “Long Road Out of Facebook: Part Two” but I’m putting it off for a little while.

 
If anyone timid was worried about me being a “crazy weirdo”, alas, that came from a ton of the troubles I contended with via social media and fandom politics. I believe Miss Read’s protagonist in her Fairacre series of books was wise to vividly express how entrenched her neighbours could become with making up more diabolical information about her and each other than was true. Humans just have a terrible tendency for that.

 
Be that as it may, I believe some of you want to help. Perhaps it’s only a little, or as Mrs. Rachel Lynde of Avonlea might scoff, “precious little”, but I’d like this log entry to provide helpful pointers now that pen friends and a few good individuals have befriended me in this journey.

 
If you would like to email me… well, I think I’ve advertised that more than necessary. (It’s mainly led to some crude emails from the lost or Losing-it-at-Wyndcliff types as well as a deluge of spam over the years. (((sigh))) Anyway, that option is still available. (It actually used to be my work email, in a sense, and I suppose with The Pit it is again. ❤ )

 
thepitofultimatedarkshadows.wordpress.com is also available if you want to try the discussion questions. The method of using that web log is that the main page shows the episode number and titles under the big collage. Those titles are actually buttons that reach you to each episode. (I put up some video versions in the comments if you wish to skip the first seven intros. I still like the intros, though. I feel they show the calm, though enthusiastic, style of person I was when I began this project.)

 
The questions are merely guidelines to points of interest. Once upon a time people could compartmentalize their personal highlights on their own, but with social media and smartphones taking over the more adept comprehension skills and turning them into mush, it worked for some to have these key questions available. (It’s helped a couple pen pals as well to go there if they lost their print outs. Yay.)

I know people do love to discuss their favourite shows. The Pit is currently my favourite show, otherwise I would have given up on it years ago. So I’m up to listen if you can’t find anyone else to discuss it with. (I venture to believe that if you’ve tried to talk about it with others you might have gotten drawn in to some hostile gossip instead. Bummer, eh?)

 
Oh, what else might the silent masses wish to know? It’s hard to figure out, isn’t it? (I still marvel at so many Aussies being scared of me. What happened to that Crocodile Hunter/Dundee spirit? Or Midnight Oil? They were all about change for the better. The Church? That’s a cool band too…)

 
I’m currently working on Episode 18 while I await my grassroots team to finish up their chat for Episode 17 in our private ways. It’s gotten slower, I’m afraid, but if someone wants to join the grassroots team I’m welcome to that. (I’ll just need some chat for 16 to make sure you’re really up for it.)

 
Episode 18 is plodding along as I’m editing about twice more than I once did since each characters’ lines are done separately. It takes more meticulous effort to make the show better. I’m happy with Bill Malloy’s ghost, and Captain Gregg, but I wish Samantha Stephens was a little smoother. It’s my first try so I won’t be hard on myself. That’s about as far as I’ve gotten in the editing room.

 
Is anyone feeling like a chump because of social network addiction and bad behaviour coming from it? Hey, I made an example of myself to see if I could kick-the-habit. It was not easy at all! You’re not alone. If you prefer the old 20th Century ways, they still exist. You like old TV shows and movies, right? Me too.

 
As for the novel, I miss creating more. I do believe Maggie would like to chip in at the coffee shop as Sarah matures. It’s just hard to know how the town is orbiting with The Pit of Ultimate Dark Shadows unfinished. That’s another reason it focuses on love so much. It’s centralized on Maggie and Barnabas at The Old House (or Collins House). And there is a lot of stuff around Sarah’s new life that should be fun. Getting past her eleventh birthday will help a lot someday. Not a big party afterward, just a very grateful one.

 
But with that I still await more discussion from a couple folks. Otherwise I’ll have to keep that private too. Not a big deal since I do that with my original characters stories and always did. It’s just disappointing. All that promise of harmony from the dot-com-boom rather fizzled, didn’t it? So whenever the talk for the chapters comes I’ll be up for sharing more.

 
On the phone with a couple people, we’ve discussed how remarkable the depth of Barnabas’ character actually is. It’s very complicated, as is Josette, of course. In this world of simplification it would make sense a lot of people would be upset by complex characters that go in so many phases with multiple facets. There are less complex and simple shows if that’s what a person needs. They aren’t bad places to go. I enjoy the simple, too.

 
Barnabas and Josette have genuine loving qualities and I’m fond of characters which have that. It’s good to know there are at least four moving-picture and sound representations of them to enjoy in the world. A great love doing all it can to overcome great adversity.

 
That’s about all the news here right now. I wait to hear good things from you. I don’t really expect it considering the intensity of trained lurking that’s come into being, but I wait just the same.

 
Until next time, take care.

 

Daryl

Pit Update: February 2018

2018 Feb Update1a

 


News to pen friends and from pen friends.

Being in touch with “Auntie”. Reasons why DS Fandom went downhill during the onset of social media.

A short-list of online locations that became dead-ends for chat on “The Pit” show.

Uplifting commentary from current pen friends for Pit episodes, as well as great love for The Pit’s Q & A. 🙂

The Generation Gap implosion in recent years.

Sam and Maggie Evans as the best father-daughter combination on television. How there is so much to work with via Maggie and Barnabas’ relationship.

Farcical ideas for a Pit of Ultimate Dark Shadows convention. (Idle, dry dreams!)

Descriptions of great pen pals that came forward due to The Pit and for far bigger reasons than any fandom involved.

Awesome stuff with Lisa and Melissa, and new ideas for Pit # 18 and # 19.

Wrapping up this show with a familiar song from podcast # 7 for a wonderful reason.

Theme songs for this show: “Doctorin’ the Tardis [12″]” by The Timelords and “Reach For The Sky” by Social Distortion.

Mail art for this podcast cover-image created by a lovely pen pal named Jason.


 

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Lyrics for our pen friends in this project:

Yesterday is history,
And tomorrow’s a mystery,
But being here right now,
It’s just about you and me.

You can run, you can hide,
Just like Bonnie and Clyde,
Reach for the sky,
Ain’t never gonna die.

And I thank the Lord for the love that I have found,
And hold you tight ’cause tomorrow,
May never come!

Reach for the sky ’cause tomorrow,
May never come,
Reach for the sky ’cause tomorrow,
May never come…

 

 

 

The Long Road Out of Facebook: Part One

[Much of this entry has come into being due to an old friendship hopefully renewed by postal mail after it was destroyed by Facebook and brain-hacking. Please bear that in mind.]


Dearest Friend,

Apology accepted! I wanted to hear from you but just not on Facebook was all. We did pretty well on that network until it became the status-quo *to* be on it. This is going to take a long time to explain so I’ll spend a day working on it and trying to devise the best way to explain to you what happened to all of us.

For my part, I take the stance of a wise character I love, “I’m just sorry it happened at all!”

This isn’t the 21st Century we were hoping for, is it?

I don’t consider myself the biggest fan of speculative or science-fiction, but wow. I’m glad I had that training to see so many warning signs so quickly.

The worst result is that each individual became part of a collective of Those To Whom The Rule Does Not Apply:

“Other people are addicted to social media, but not me.”

“Other people are behaving worse than they ever did, but not me.”

“Don’t let *those people* get you down… even though I happen to be one of them and don’t seem to realize that.”

Phew, this gets rather endless… and I recall all of these folks including those confirming to me, “Something IS wrong, and no doubt about it.”

Hence we are all to blame.

However, if anyone requires a villain in this mess then Menlo Park is a nice, fat, juicy one. (HQ of Facebook, and a place that gives off the “ewl” response considering the uppity wealth and snob factor coming out of there.) Yes, they like money. Lots and lots of money!

Facebook became this universe where everything was and from which no one could escape. I kept getting invites to pen pals groups there that never worked. I was trying to find other avenues for pen pals outside of Facebook since 2014. During that time I managed to acquire short-lived email pals who hated Facebook and then would ask me if I wanted to connect with them there. This happened frequently.

Heck, I got invites to various spots on Facebook from a cast member of DS in what I have presumed was the hope that whoever was in charge of those zones would be interested and perhaps they could help me with commentary for The Pit. Various groups and people seemed likely. It’s just that we were all using Facebook so this was, inevitably, all buck-passing.

Many people did the same style of invitations. Even my reaching websites outside of Facebook meant going to their Facebook areas instead of having any real one-to-one conversation beyond an email inviting me to their Facebook group.

One party. One company. One party. One company.

Then came the carbon copies. A pen pal of long ago invited me to Ello. Oh-h-h-h, so hopeful, but it was the same crap. Twitter? Slightly different but more or less the same; Marina Sirtis’ experience with Twitter has been a beacon in my life. Instagram, Snapchat, Reddit, Disqus, Quora… spam, spam, spam. Then there is tumblr, which hails from New York City, as the PCP version in all of this crack-cocaine and meth-amphetamine. (I’m currently looking at Google Plus as the pot-plantation. People get wacky sometimes but usually just lazy and mellow.)

Once upon a time Facebook worked. The news-feed came and everyone was talking and really talking. This is what the carbon copies kept trying to revive: the real thing. Real thought-sharing, real banter, real people getting to know each other or having conversations like they would in person.

One big problem was the like-button came into being a little while later in 2009. (I recently found an email complaining about this from a friend that was sent during 2011.) So when the carbon copies tried to revive the great chat that suddenly came into being from the news-feed they would always add some form of the like-button (+1, upvotes, hearts, etc.) and in that way the carbon copies could never work.

Somehow we all got caught up in this idea that it had worked once and if we just tried hard enough it would work again. That meagre 25% or less of it working meant we might be getting somewhere, when the truth of the matter is we were all fooling ourselves.

Good things come from Facebook, it’s true. But by the same token good things come from Walmart. I desire as little possible from either.

For myself, I kept ranting on Facebook and other carbon copies for people to email, to telephone, anything. I had to become suicidal before a few friends finally telephoned. It should not have had to take that severe a desire. But that is how beholden to the system so many people became. One cast member really worried about me when it got that bad, but… we all went back to Facebook anyway.

I kept looking outside, going inward, praying for “the crazy” to stop. It wouldn’t. I spoke with music, metaphors, my own suffering I wouldn’t normally tell anyone much less a public platform. All anyone could do, other than like-click, was blame something else: alcohol, the project, “those people”, various things that were only increased and enhanced by the social media madness.

Meanwhile, they wouldn’t tell me what they enjoyed in my work, but they would tell me all about who was on Facebook that they hated, or were pissed at and wanted to make fun of, or having my own listeners avoiding the topic of The Pit show while sending me photos, memes, and giving me bullcrap. High School A-Go-Go.


Kay finally broke out and started visiting. Jonah started telephoning again. Tito began to keep in touch better. As for so many others we shared in common or didn’t? They never got back in touch after several phone calls. Many wildly creative and rebellious types seem lost to us forever.

Then, finally, I made an example of myself. *I* would quit somehow.

I started at the end of 2016 and it took me about a year to get unhooked. Truly. “Falling off the wagon” is usually meant for returning to “the demon liquor”. For me “falling off the wagon” became using Facebook. It was harder than quitting smoking or quitting alcohol.

I shot for one week away, and then adding a day to that week the next time around. I didn’t realize I wasn’t getting farther than a week because I was miscounting the length on the calendar. I had to get a Sharpie to count and potently mark that longer duration on the calendar over and over again. Something in my brain had created a distinct need to get Facebook back into my system. I’ve encountered this problem before and with nicotine especially.

Somewhere in this struggle to get away, Clover and Jonah began visiting and somehow they got back together. Almost every weekend they stay over. One night I asked how it came to be. The answer wasn’t forth coming until I added, “Because there isn’t anyone else to hang out with, huh?”

Clover answered, with a sigh, “Yep!”

In about six months I managed to reach two weeks away from Facebook at a time.

Interpals and other pen pal websites became my “methadone” for want of another word. Even people there were trying to break-free but losing the ability to understand how. On Interpals it was worse due to all the creeps or just people locked into the message system there, going stir-crazy complaining about how horrible the world and the people in it became.

Impostors showed up to follow me on wordpress and I would go to their useless blogs and scream obscenities at them, telling them to go back to Facebook. Doofus people with real web-logging skills would follow mine and I would politely inquire why, never hearing from them after that. I learned how to bump them off the follow-list and remove the like-stamp from my web-log, THANK GOD!

Meetup can be very up and down in solid commitments from people. Plainly put, we all expect the automatic systems to bring us company, but it’s a human being using the personal touch to others on Meetup that really works.

Did you hear the March Update 2017? I mentioned calling an Auntie who once had her own radio show. It was, indeed, her who said, “Yeah… I’m getting more alone than even I like to be.” She also admitted in that phone call, “Yes, social networks can definitely be addictive.” I’ve called her multiple times in the last year. She’s only mentioned Twitter once. (More about her later.)

Then the slow change began. I found some pen pals on the various sites, but they’d either “google” me and run-away-screaming, or get locked into only using the messaging system on those sites. Somehow real letter-writing terrified them even if they’d done it years before. I managed a new pal through L.W.A. even as I’d kept tight hold to Hidden Object who was enduring worse losses than I was via Facebook. I managed a hook-up from something called Geek Girls as well. Only one pen pal but it was a start. PPW finally granted me two long-term buddies who wanted to help with The Pit project and also wanted real correspondence and friendship.

After finding and subscribing to three more pen pal organizations with even better activity, I let the more terrified types, who were afraid to do real letters again, know about these organizations.

Of course, there were pen pals who did the same thing to me as the online crowd had done with The Pit:

  • Heading for the hills.
  • Downloading voraciously and avoiding the topic while still wanting to be pen pals
  • “Googling” me and getting paranoid.
  • Buck-passing to others.
  • Badly attempting to critique and suggest changes to episodes that are four years old, etc.

There is also a trend of “Desperate For DS” types who finally gain access to what I have, overcoming their computer-challenged barriers with my help, and? I never hear from them again either! We paid to have an advertisement put in a letter-writing zine and the same thing occurred. Not one letter, but massive downloads after the issue came out.

Honey, you could do a show about breakfast cereal, put the DS name on it and they wouldn’t care! They would eat it up as long as that shadowy name is bestowed. It is little wonder so many haters and hosers get recognition when they use it.

But, overall the world of real letter-writers maintained a sense of sanity. I even got good, clean, honest rejections for The Pit, with no creepy downloads from their areas later. I needed those honest rejections. Other “rejections” I’d gotten were bonafide lies with the bonus disturbance of online stalking.

The good rejections I got:

“I think I’m the wrong person to send this to. I’ll send it back.” (She didn’t, but whatever…)

“Oh, dear. This involves thinking and I’m retired and ready to just settle down for the simple.” (We still write short letters back and forth. She’s really into gem stones, big dogs and detective novels.)

“So, I listened to your first episode and it’s not really my thing… I didn’t know a lot of the characters and it was really hard for me to keep track of who people were. I did love Shake, Rattle & Roll as the end song. Good choice! And I forget his name, but you did a great impression of The Kids In The Hall guy!” (We also still write to each other.) 🙂

Also there is a fair amount of, “I’m sorry I haven’t gotten to your disk yet!” to which I say, “Keep writing and take your time. They aren’t being created quickly these days.”

With everything though there are just enough now by email and paper post that are happy to keep me company whether or not I run out of episodes, fun suggestions I don’t have to take seriously, and shared interest or just shared comradeship of hating what social networks did to all of us. Our woes are not isolated.


The social network and smartphone take-over touches people who never got an account or device of any kind.

From pen pals I hear about:

Family members, who weren’t all that great before, increasing their hostile and money grubbing attributes.

Educators who don’t answer questions and repeat, “Google it,” like a broken-record.

Kids are taking their parents to work interviews because they really weren’t raised to deal with person-to-person encounters.

People in their teens and twenties will rely on text-messaging rather than making a phone call because, “I don’t like the sound of my voice.”

My middle-brother has confessed to Mum, “Yeah, I’m addicted to Facebook,” just as a statement.

My sister, who does a bit better in life, has established, “I don’t have the time to waste on that thing!”

Mum and I never connected on Facebook for the purpose it would mar our relationship. She isn’t too happy having used it just to discover what my middle-brother is wasting his time posting of degrading content. My older-brother’s failing health and her own needs keep her busy enough.

There’s tons and tons I could tell of who has behaved outside of their norm in extreme ways, but for now I think this general explanation is more than enough. We’re all to blame, and it took an episode of “60 Minutes” (April 2017) to finally allow many of us reassurance of what we knew all along. Hey… “60 Minutes” can do a spot about the problem at this point. Why not? All these computer programmer mortgages have likely been paid by now, right?


Thankfully last Autumn brought something exceptional. I reached to a three-week mark of using Facebook. Just one weekend every three weeks. Even better, I reached that date on the calendar to use it and didn’t. I didn’t want to. I didn’t touch tumblr, I didn’t touch Facebook.

I began feeling like I did in 2013, but with the gift of no anhedonia, no frigidity and no panic. My privacy and contentment at home were more important. Using Facebook would be rewarding any admirers I have that their use of it would get them more of me. That would be me being the enabler I’ve unknowingly been for so many years. And what good would it do to reward people to be that lazy and addicted? None whatever.

Anyway, that’s part one of the long road out of Facebook. The Pit was never the problem. If anything it’s been the saving grace to keep me determined to find out what really was wrong.

The problem was what was happening to people when I was getting my groove back. I wouldn’t have noticed because I wasn’t using social networks much. In between looking for Vincent Price goodies, I was busy making audio books, creating The Pit, watching TV, listening to demos, reading books and learning as I’d always yearned my entire life. In the physical world I wasn’t seeing what was happening in the land of the “Crackberry” or the iPad.

Some fandom stuff made the original readers not type reactions to the old script I had shared, but moreover it was the correspondence skills dwindling, the addictive algorithms of social networks, and the day-to-day challenges being depleted by smartphones which has been what was wrong with everything all of this time.

Yes! For this grief? I left a good job in vision therapy to follow a dream. It was time to resign, but still…

The social media addiction also set off an allergic reaction so that people weren’t getting the social stimulus they needed and they became more and more angry, stalking and trolling writers of all types they didn’t like in a manner that was craving any social interaction even if it was negative. For whatever positive types of people were left, getting hypnotized by happy-buttons and laziness meant they weren’t providing the encouragement to others that they once did.

“Oh, don’t worry. This Nazi idea is just a phase. It’ll pass.” Ahem!

One day, about a year ago, a friend of mine started his shift at his place of employment. Upon his arrival a co-worker told him, “Hey, you missed it. Mark Zuckerberg was in here an hour ago.”

“Oh?” my friend inquired, “Did you ask him how it feels to have destroyed society?”

That made me feel better, I tell ya.


 

I do not believe any old friendships can pick up where they left off. Large groups of people like to pretend nothing happened, or blame someone else to feel better. This isn’t a situation where that is going to work. We claimed to want to keep in touch and suddenly were fighting with each other most of the time, or sending happy stickers and dumb photos to excess. Promoting approval with a thumb in the air will be leaving us with a sour repose; as well it ought to do.

And it was all “free”, right? We didn’t have to pay for a service. We just had to have the right equipment, the wifi, the electricity, and the money to make the monthly payments to have it all and watch our world fall apart on a screen, involving living people this time, rather than fictional characters we had real feelings for.

Try again. We did pay for it: in time, money and in grief. I have yet to hear a single individual boisterously admit that these things have made their lives inordinately better and happier. With a little self-consciousness, they look for a silver-lining though, trying to find the smallest drop of bliss amongst the wreckage. I think that reveals a great deal.


 

Until next time, I hope these instructions have helped you understand the new addictions if you want to quit. I’ll have more to tell later. In the meanwhile I’ve got letters to write, a life to live and spooky families to take care of in a little place called Collinsport, with the help of Cemetery Lane, Schooner Bay, Mockingbird Heights, Morning Glory Circle, and our guests at Hill House.

Pleasant dreams. ❤

Pit Update: December 2017

2017 Dec 1d

 

My personal break away from drug-like social media sites; two in particular. My own upbringing in digesting fiction with the help of others. How people are looking for companionship to enjoy films and television shows with.

Thanking pen pals and explaining what happened to those of you that “ran away screaming”. Living a recorded-life. The detriment of the like-button on the human race.

Troubles in the bad behaviour toward myself as your entertainer (and the rare good). Unceremonious responses to the May 2016 podcast.

News on grassroots for Episode 17. Talk on future Pit episodes 18 and 19. “My Scrapbook Memories of Dark Shadows” by Kathryn Leigh Scott and how it can help all listeners whether or not they know Dark Shadows. Fun stuff!

Upcoming influences to The Pit with: Dark Shadows, Rocky Horror Picture Show, Diablos Café, The Ghost and Mrs. Muir personal marathon and the curiosity of Captain Gregg’s hair. The Addams Family and suggestion of “The Addams Family: An Evilution”, comparisons with The Munsters, as well as back history from that and Bewitched.

Included are the comparisons to various substance abuses, addictions and social media. Another discussion of social network schemes severely disturbing our lives and how the correspondence skills were drained by too much sheltering and the overuse of snark.

Wishing you Happy Holidays, why, and a Very Merry Solstice to Angelique Bouchard.


 

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200 Years Away/Margaret Josette Dupres (Update 2017)

This is an update I’m leaving for those interested in more of either version of this book-in-progress. I don’t want to post it to Facebook because I feel a lot better not using that network, nor enabling anyone interested in my work to believe I approve of using it to support me. I hope you all had a great Thanksgiving! 🙂

There have unfortunately been stalls in the continuation of this work.

I was using something the internet once managed in plenty known as “The Honour System”, that is: Unsupervised arrangement in which customers or users help themselves to goods or services and are relied upon to pay for what they take. In this case it would have been feedback and discussion rather than cash of any kind. (Or worse the new Monopoly money of “like-buttons” and stat hits.)

It is true that “Margaret Josette Dupres” was doing very well for that, but somewhere along the way the practice of book-club discussion eroded and most of what was gleaned became generalized positivity, similar to what all versions of the like-button enhances by so much exposure to the constant use of it.

One reason the novel grew into something better from the first draft was fans of this couple reached out to me and we discussed the character’s lives on the original program within the 1790’s, 1890’s and 1960’s time-periods. When that discussion began running low there wasn’t much more to go on. On top of that this work is also derived from an interruption series known as “The Pit of Ultimate Dark Shadows” which is nowhere near complete. Hence, the alterations in our beloved characters lives can only be understood as far as what that interruption series currently contains, as well as the original Dark Shadows, Clue: The Movie, and The Ghost & Mrs. Muir.

In the last year or so this natural and required discussion dwindled. So, all of these things are taking much longer than one would presume.

There will need to be some changes in tenses in the third draft of the novel so that all the details are combined evenly in chronology with the audio drama.

If all of this seems rather technical, it is. I resigned from a good job to take on all of this work fully and obtain the needed help and discussion from the right people who had a vested interest. Unfortunately most of what I got instead was invitations to waste time in Zuckerberg Land (Facebook) and its various carbon copies.

I am grateful to have found, and continue to find, the needed discussion for “The Pit…” project in the old-fashioned ways that still work, and work better: pen friends and letters. However, these friends I lovingly garnered have little to no interest in the novel, just the audio show.

In my July Update and Retrospective podcast of 2017 I offered a podcast about “Margaret Josette Dupres” if it was wanted, but I would need at least twelve readers of the novel to send me a message (preferably by email) for me to make that production. I have yet to receive a single request from any readers. I await those twelve requests. 🙂

I let Melissa and Lisa, close friends now in this endeavour, know that even as I’ve depleted the social network poison of Facebook from my system, I still care deeply about our shared group of members who came or were invited to the Barnabas & Maggie group on Facebook. I’ve created other avenues outside of Facebook for these fans to socialize, but that virtual playground can be an extremely difficult thing to stop using. (It took me a year of hard work and good help to do it. It is the worst addiction I have ever had, and no joke!)

One network I will, for the time being, still use is Google Plus. This online zone can be difficult to use and I believe this is on purpose to be a set of tools better employed by people who are either more tech savvy or can take on the challenge and enjoyment of learning. This makes it less addictive and therefore less attractive to the spoon-fed masses. If email is somehow “too scary” then I offer that online location. I created a Barnabas and Maggie group on Google Plus which is currently public but we can privatize it if the need arises.

I do all of this for the sake that I realized the chat wasn’t coming years ago due to the overwhelming show of non-canon pairings in Dark Shadows fandom online, and that would easily mean that the fans who wanted relief for the people we watched on the screen would be a longing that had turned into a rather big “No-no” somehow. The fans of Maggie and Barnabas had been ostracized and ridiculed.

I guess I’m a fan because to me, and my husband, the reincarnation and reciprocation was blatantly obvious to the point of hilarity. But fans, such as yourselves, are the people who were denied access to each other from intimidation and scare tactics by others. Absurdly silly, but sadly true. There are a few who aren’t grateful that I went through so much hell to help provide them a way to find each other, but for me it’s been the principle of the thing anyway. And a fair number are grateful, which helps. (For Lisa, though, I and Melissa have quite a bit of “hero worship” in a sense, to which Lisa often responds, “Oh stop that!” Hee hee hee.)

So that is about it as far as the progress of this work is going. I knew the internet in its earlier stages, before mobile phones were a thing almost everyone had. To me email was about as hygienic a communications tool as one could get. All the rest seems less necessary, but as far as what I can use Google Plus is “okay” for the time being, if we must use any such equipment to chat.

Take care,

Daryl


‘People say “A picture is worth a thousand words.” That is true in some cases. In other cases a word is worth a thousand pictures.’ – -Douglas Adams

 

Julia and Barnabas: An Inquiry (November 2017)

huh

 

 

This podcast is meant to open a dialogue with fans of this non-canon romantic pairing.

We’ve already been dealing with people who felt hurt and harmed by fans of it, but this is to give some insight into the possibilities of why it continues to get wished for and discussed so heavily.

I go through a few bits of personal news, including a grief I am enduring, before I dive into the topics.

My own desire of Willie and Maggie as a romance long ago, but stronger a difficulty I had with films and books written by Louisa May Alcott. Discussion about one character that confused me for a very long time and how I got over the confusion of not getting the romantic pairing I felt made more sense once upon a time.

I don’t want to hear about your thoughts over “People” and how they feel.

I would like to hear about your needs on this topic.

Meanwhile I am very much enjoying building romance with Doctor Hoffman and Professor Stokes.

I hope this podcast helps you.


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And a happy little thought here: ❤

julia and eliot forever