Picking Up The Pieces…

(((Deep Breath)))

Well, with the final needed commentary of up to five chunky responses per episode (not that I don’t encourage shorter ones else where) and the release of Episode 14: Reunion At The Old House, I’m beginning to finally soothe my wounds. Strangers met in various spots and a trickle of old friendships renewed are showing me the world of thoughtfulness and caring has not entirely come to an end.

I never could believe being an online entertainer would bring so much grief, but it sure has. I see people who are capable in the daily complexities of human life get online and become vegetation when it concerns anything positive. The general hail attitude of “social” networks is really the most depressing thing I’ve witnessed. The facade of showing off enjoyable vacations to people who aren’t allowed to go on one is incredibly detrimental. Moreover it’s gross to see the fading of positive discussion revert to “clicks” and “shares”. What does this leave us? The negative discussion. People won’t stop complaining about the tiniest aspects. And when they complain about entertainment as if it’s out there wielding a sword toward their soul, something that is imbibed by choice, I must wonder if they are aware they have any choice about it.

Still, I came home from my Halloween celebration and realized it was time. My sweetheart didn’t take up too much of the bandwidth in the house and Episode 14 was all ready and waiting to lend itself to ears unknown. Rather quick reaching iTunes too. I had it transferred in almost no time. I was gratefully listening in and fell asleep with it playing. My love affair with Willie Loomis may continue after all. ❤

Of course, the wisdom Wadsworth brings still touches me after all of this time. It’s as if I am Willie Loomis and Wadsworth has made tea for me and explains, “You know you’ve hardly been treated very well and you likely got the idea that such behaviour was both normal and natural.” Wadsworth is right. I even gloried in so many like-clicks once upon a time. That glory was short-lived but I made an acceptance briefly that clicks were just peachy. They never were and they never will be. It’s a way of whittling down the positive to an emptiness so shallow we couldn’t even see what it did to us.

And here I am having become a monster myself. Having a temper about technical aspects, like files not loading right, or a character voice not coming out as well as I would like (Alan Alda’s “Hawkeye” is a major pain!) is one thing. But to be told repeatedly on the aspect of silence and clicks that “this is just the way things are” is anathema to a grieving soul. I feel as if I was shouting the soonest and the loudest and now? Several people have approached me about “social” networks and saying,

“God! This is so stupid!”

“This is empty. I’ve never met any of these people and we never talk to each other.” 

“I can’t believe I spent five hours last night clicking a bunch of worthless crap.”

“I don’t touch that thing. If my brother can’t be bothered to call his own sister or our mother on the telephone then I don’t see much love there at all.”

“Yeah, Facebook. It’s a bunch of s****y people saying a bunch of s*****y things.”

“Why the heck am I staring at still shots of Gomez Addams when I could be watching the man?”

“I can’t take it anymore! I have to get off this thing and SEE SOMEONE!”

“I miss doing all the things that I love like reading, writing, visiting people or viewing my favorite shows and movies.”

“When did I decide that being completely alone in my apartment all of the time without really contacting anyone was how life was meant to be lived?”

“What is the point of a social network when all anyone does is click with nothing added?”

“I feel like my brain died for two years.”

Okay, it’s not just me. However I will venture to say I feel the suffering more than most. When you’re looking for insight and laughs from an entertainment product you never could have dreamed you could create while everyone has gone into a hypnotic realm of only speaking up when there is something negative and only clicking or lurking when there is something they enjoy? Well… you have what I have become: A monster, and the kind of monster Barnabas Collins was ashamed to be. His love for his friends and family is so deeply felt he had little choice but to wallow in some sense of evil, then back-pedal when he acclimated to a new set of loved ones. The depth of his character is beyond remarkable.

Dark Shadows fandom is likely the hardest thing to make a relief series for in this time of technological confusion and disconnect with people. If The Addams Family fans encouragement, and The Ghost & Mrs. Muir’s gentler aspect didn’t exist I’m not sure where on earth I could have ended up. Worse than this? Another victim of suicide? Thankfully, enough people spoke up just when I needed them most and spoke up with fury at the negativity they witnessed, both in their lives and about characters they loved. And they all finally said the same thing, “You don’t deserve this, Daryl. You’re a human being with feelings. Not an entertainment machine.” Bless you, yes. And may I add, “Aren’t we all?”

Perhaps this is another reason why the extremists of Dr. Hoffman pushing the issue with her unrequited love for Barnabas Collins became so severe. Unrequited love feels neglect very strongly. What time in our history would it have been stronger than right now? Many of these people are angry at not getting the attention they need, not feeling heard, even some Angelique extremists are in that same boat. Now would be the time to go ape-s**t on strangers from a sense of losing loved ones to their becoming robots everywhere they look. Why not go crazy on a fictional character and those who adore him for himself?

Plus these people have the most to lose because they managed to sway public opinion about who he loves or should love due to the pile up of story after story previously written. Who would have thought so many fans would ever be able to watch Dark Shadows in its entirety again? But now it’s happening. People see 1795 and mourn Barnabas’ losses. Fans re-watch and re-discover who had what feelings for whom. And they ask, “What was I reading all of that time? I’m not seeing and hearing the same people on this screen.” It must be heart-breaking and confusing as Hell.

(The speculation and insinuation about the actors is even more grotesque. I never, ever wished to bother them. They have their own lives just as we all do. And I can’t contemplate the merest desire of stalking the memory of dead people to sway anyone’s opinion beyond taking what they expressed at face value. Tabloid newspapers and magazine columnists have much to answer for in fixating our minds to this excess merely to make money.)

I recall Walter Koenig expressing that Star Trek was the science-fiction of his life because it had so little bearing on who he was as a person. This is one of the reasons I am so expressive with my own life to make sure no one is getting the wrong idea about me. Short attention spans don’t help this much, but that’s likely the reason Providence put this blog-writing into my perspective. It can be read repeatedly until some blasted humanity finally sinks in with someone and for keeps.

I have been given a plethora of gifts and extraordinary talent in a time when it’s not wanted enough to be appreciated well by those who enjoy it. The focus is to only discuss the negative right now, minus a precious few people out there. When that is the focus and that is the constant exposure the result creates a very impolite demon out of someone. Rather than encourage those who have something better to offer, the general online public prefers to insult and badmouth in great detail anything they even remotely dislike online. It hasn’t just made me “insane”, the constant attitude has made many others just as foul themselves. (My mind is still reeling at so many hateful reviews about “The Time Machine” movie that came out in 2002! Sheesh! Did that hurt anyone other than the poor women playing The Morlocks???)

So here we are in The Pit of Ultimate Dark Shadows. I never knew that title would be so damned fitting! It sure speaks volumes during this dreadful age of online negativity. I’ve had pen pals, on paper, express to me, “Is everyone just socially inept or psychotic?! Dear Heavens! I see name-calling and spiteful words on book reviews or at the people who loved the books!”

But this begs the question: Where are the people who aren’t psychotic nor socially inept?

They exist outside the online world. Some of them only show these tendencies when they “plug-in”. Phone calls and voice chats show me people who are very different from what they type. Extremely different in fact. This was the purpose in making the darn postcards, really. (I still don’t understand why so many people online tried to dissuade me from doing that.) Hence the need for places like… the library… the churches… community centers… Not all of them are the perfect fit for anyone but choice and differences are still available. Some of these people rarely “plug-in”. Actually, some are planning to go from smart-phone to flip-phone so they feel they won’t be getting constant notifications about what people are posting anymore. Quality time for themselves.

In this frightful journey of excessive peaks and valleys I discovered I am sure a whole lot smarter and wiser than I was ever given credit for. I also discovered chat rooms still exist, THANK GOD! A stream of typed discussion, even in abbreviations is un-clickable. Really gets me out of that awful habit sometimes. Some chatters apologize for their typos and I tell them, “No. It’s okay. I can speak typo! I understand what you’re saying. It’s clicks and silent numbers and memes and cartoon stickers I don’t understand. I can’t really speak meme or link. I just can’t comprehend those languages most of the time.”

I also discovered other avenues of social activity are still alive and kicking. Coronet Instructional Films may be cheesy, but “What To Do On A Date” makes a good point to this day, even in simple friendships. Claims one only uses Facebook for pictures can easily be compartmentalized in places like pinterest, instagram, or snapchat. And quieter social networks without pinging notifications are used by many, they’re just quieter is all. They don’t make noises like they are constantly ringing your doorbell.

However, Colonel Mustard in the film Clue does have this to say,

“Now there is still one thing I don’t understand.”

I suppose I’ll have to respond as Professor Plum does:

One thing?


“Simplicity” The Last Dance: Barnabas/Josette


“Simplicity” The Last Dance: Barnabas/Josette


My inner haunting
Leaves me too lonely
Leaves me too empty
Killing me slowly

In certain lights
In these stars
Night fixtures
Here in candle light

Killing me as I fall…

As I let you down
I am nothing
You still remain as I hurt
And I disappoint
I am nothing
You still remain…

This secret feeling
That feeds my passion
That burns and inspires
Killing me slowly
Still you continue
You dream louder still
In virtue, and I see you bleeding

I cry and cry inside
You cry forever
Still disappear as I do hide…

I am I
I am I
I am I

I will fall
I will let you down
I will forget
It could be the reason you’re still bleeding

Still you remain
You remember
Even while your heart is breaking
I will make you hurt
Make you cry and cry
And I will be your greatest failure

Still you remain
You remember
You’re the reason I’m still dreaming

Like a child who believes
You believe in me
Be my witness
Words could never say how you’re my world
My simplicity
You make me everything

Everything I am and still believe in
In your simplicity
In your dreaming
My world
My reason to believe

The Promise of What Praise Can Do: “Margaret Josette Dupres (A Novel)” [Note8]

I rather wish I’d titled this correspondence or insight, but I suppose praise is fairly accurate. You know what is scary? More and more people have snuck me little tid bits of what they’ve had to endure in all of this waiting. Almost every Maggie or Josette fan for Barnabas wanted the reincarnation. Several didn’t do it or tried and then couldn’t identify to how that experience would avail itself. Here’s where I step in. Not only have I explored many fictional characters and blended my psyche with theirs, I’ve also studied reincarnation a great deal and for this project I did two years of heavy study into it. With channeling so much, taking what my cousin suggested, “Be them at 85% but keep %15 percent of yourself so that you can come back to reality.” Little did she realize I was doing that automatically, but it’s good advice.

Sadly, it doesn’t come into the realm of blasted audio editing. I barely got a scrap of that done for Episode 15 today. A needed phone call, sun hitting the screen, whatever distractions drive me batty, but thankfully I posted some original work for fun on fictionpress and have received the great commentary from my new buddies. ❤ I love me some new buddies, kindred spirits. That’s what I’m all about. ❤

View my Bloody Mary tale here

Now onto the happier things.

Hmm… this is fascinating. Chapter 16 of “Margaret Josette Dupres” is the altered poem by Edgar Allan Poe. I just went to find a link for that to place here to show the difference, but as I did I found an old book on gutenberg.org from 1903 about a friend named Annabel Lee. In fact it’s the title of the book by what looks to be a Canadian author. Ah, so many darn books and so little time. I hope I remember this one. A passage of it speaks to me deeply:


“THE MESSAGE of a tender soul,” said my friend Annabel Lee, “is a thing that will go far, oh, so far, and lose nothing of itself.

“When all things in the world are counted the beautiful things are in the greatest numbers. And when all the things in the world are counted the message of a tender soul counts greatly more than many.
“A tender soul receives back no gratitude for its message, and looks for no gratitude, and does not know what gratitude means. And the tenderness of the message is all unmade and all unknown, but is felt for long, long years.

–Mary MacLane

This goes on for some time. But therein lies the truth of what I’m looking for in “reviews”, “commentary”, and correspondence. (Mind you, it has to be written by the person. Memes don’t count. 😉 )

I wasn’t sure how well I’d altered the poem of Annabel Lee by Edgar Allen Poe as far as things like meter and form, but getting to that which was similar in the conception of Lolita with her first incarnation, Annabel, by Nabokov. What Poe described in this loss and the “kingdom by the sea”, and watching the growth of Barnabas and Josette reaching each other through her reincarnation, the pieces truly fell into place one day. As I express in a podcast, “We all deserve respite from evil and it is this constant that is worth pursuing towards a permanent and enduring peace.” — Michael Nesmith.

For me, with my sour and abusive history, I looked for spooky, but I also looked for what would enlightened in fiction. Whatever media entertainment might throw at us isn’t what I’m interested in and I feel it’s deeply important for each of us to understand ourselves rather than giving in to any kind of peer-pressure, asking oneself questions to find their own deeper meaning. What do I like and why do I like it? (I’d add “what do I hate”, but I think we’ve all been doing that too long and too plentifully.)

But of this taboo: reincarnation… I dunno, I’d think some forms of vampirism are likely worse, so some of us reach for more down-to-earth styles of it. But here is the tale awaited for decades with Barnabas and Josette, they struggle for nearly two-hundred years and then finally?

We’ve found one another, and here she is mine,

Reborn to me now,

dare I question how?

I don’t, I can not care any less

For our love is sublime

And we have all the time

To enjoy ourselves, ah, I am blessed

As the ocean waves roll

and the rocks take their toll

I turn away from them and what do I see?

Forever, my bliss

The fair woman I missed.

The Beautiful ANNABEL LEE.

Since I was using Nabokov for inspiration on this novel I went back to one of his own inspirations, fitting for a gothic story, Edgar Allen Poe. I thought over the poem and saw so many elements that touched this story too.

So in this strange way, again that number three, all these relationships might have peace.

Barnabas has his Josette in Maggie.

Perhaps a redeemed and better Humbert has a loving, willing (& older) Lolita, not necessarily Dolores Haze.

And Edgar Allen Poe may have his Annabel Lee. (Who was named the first incarnation of Lolita.)

This is not the end of the story, there is a great more to come, both in healing, passion and love.


Helena  chapter 16 . 
That was soothing for this occasion. I am not a big fan of poetry (although I appreciate some), but this version of “Annabel Lee” for Barnabas and Josette was fitting. You did well on this Daryl, and I’m looking forward to the aftermath (mostly positive) of this chapter in their relationship. 🙂

Yay! Thank you. I wasn’t sure where to put that darn poem in the rough cut and then when I had to re-live the Healing chapters, I knew it was time. ❤

Helena, you’re likely the only one to review the poem because I grabbed a smooching shot of Barnabas and Maggie with the text of the poem, as well as the link and splashed the post of it all over the DS group pages. It was sort of, “At last! I’m done with the horror! YES!” spell of relief.

Uh-oh, this next chpater got rather intense… in fact… um… it’s likely the chapter that people go back to the most often. I remember I asked on facebook, “Everyone keeps hitting the sex-on-the-floor chapter. Can folks please go back and review it to tell me what they enjoyed about it?” A few like-clicks ensued… which could mean anything! Of course Osheen was the kicker with the question, “Okay, which one is the the sex-on-the-floor chapter?” Still, it didn’t garner me anymore reviews as to why people keep returning to it. My theory is it’s Barnabas in the more “masterful” view most people likely write him in. I just figured at this point our reincarnated Josette was simply wiped out from taking the initiative all the time.

Going back to when this was during my troubled rough-draft “I-don’t-understand-what’s-happening-to-me” phase as I couldn’t find any fans of this pairing at the time since they’d all given up even looking for it, I asked a few friends for help. As it so happens some of your best friends of many years can be just as lazy at commenting on what they like as everyone else who enjoys it ten times as much. I just figured they weren’t reading it at all. Well one friend came to visit and I showed her a  few chapters. She nodded to say she’d read them. “Um, and you didn’t put down a review?” This was after she was complaining right along with me of the laziness of people online. Oopsie!

I told her, “Well I tried to get ‘The Boys’ into it. [Meaning the artsy fellows we know who press and distribute zines and underground comics and have for decades.] I’d been shouting out, ‘Come on, guys! Help me out here! Say something! Say anything! Be dirty! Say you got a boner! I don’t care!'”

After our rare visit together she went home, and later that night I found an odd delight in the review pile of the original draft for this chapter:


I adore the words you use. It gives such luxury and great detail to your story. I’m rather bashful to say I had a dirty grin while reading this one. *cough*ladyboner*cough* Thank you.

Hmm… was this the friend who just visited or was it Nikki? Hmm… Well, knowing me I can hardly get a hold of any old friends or loved ones much in the last two years. I asked around and got nothing but people who wanted to claim this odd phrase.

Time passed, the work was taken down for the re-write. When I got to this chapter it was decided to throw in the shout-out:

“Okay, the LAST time this was posted SOMEONE reviewed with the phrase *ladyboner*. Was that YOU, Nikki? Everyone I’ve asked wishes they *could *claim that phrase! Nikki, if that was you, you better sign in to FF dot net and say so or I’m going to be ringing your cel phone until the battery dies!”

And then:

nikwil chapter 17 . May 4, 2014
It wasn’t me! It must have been the one armed man!..or Mark!

hilairous sticker

Could a Dark Shadows project get more hilarious?

Okay, it was likely the gal who came to visit and then went home after confessing she recognized the chapters I was showing her…

Hee, hee, hee, moving on…

Chapter 17: To Love, To Speak, To Name

Josette is preparing for a romantic evening at The Old House while the staff are away and has set up an area with cushions and blankets in front of the main room fire. I still feel some of what she talks about is roughly out of character, but again, much of the original draft was created giving Maggie the fast-track on what being this reincarnation of her and Kitty Soames would be like. (I’m still hoping to explore that better in the radio drama along with everything else.)

Eventually the man of the house wanders in and gets the drift of what this means. What his mood is or how he would become masterful so swiftly? Well, maybe I’ll need another re-write. For now let’s just say he locked the door saw the scene she laid out and thought, “Mmm-hmm!

Helena chapter 17 
You already know what’s coming, Daryl…*cough* LADYBONER! LOL! This chapter had my imagination and desire to see JF’s half-naked pics again 😀 Wadsworth and Willie POSSIBLY at the strip club? I hope they have plenty of cash for the lovely dancers 😉 And Josette/Maggie referring to Angelique as an “old friend”? I’m curious to how she will reach out to her “former” nemesis. Hmm…Loved it, Daryl 😉

Ah, yes, there was that mention of Angelique. Still working on her redemption and likely seeing it somewhere in 1897 for The Pit of Ultimate Dark Shadows. That’s the thing about Josette and Angelique, they were friends, so as bad as Barnabas got Angelique’s foul treatment, Josette getting maligned after being so warm to her really is a major component in creating a relief series. We also get to hear some love for Jonathan Frid’s winning charm, however much he wondered why on Earth everyone wanted to have sex with his character. But the thing about folks who dig this pairing is they are very often sweethearts with the adoration of, “Hey, Barnabas happy? Why not? He does look rather lovingly at this woman. It sure is turning me on!”


Agreed. ❤

myhrr chapter 17 
Beautifully written!

Sandra chapter 17 
Very nice, Daryl :-). Love the romance and depth of love.

Thank you, thank you! Some of the words he was telling her was giving me the chills considering what was happening.

odiness chapter 17 
THIS is the most eloquently written, highbrow, classy porn I have ever read! lol 🙂

Oh, hey, another pal I rarely hear from, at least I think that’s who this is. Groovy, and fitting. And I do appreciate a number of these great smiles, especially considering that the trolls were about to come in droves, which I’ll save for a separate entry. I have a stack of about 20-30 troll reviews for this work. What the point of that is, beyond wasting time, is rather lost on me, but anonymous troll reviews have been expected for this marriage story for decades which is why no one put it together before nor posted it online to easily find.

You’ve heard my Roger performance, right? All the other words that come out of all the other characters? I’m hardly doing all of this on my own. What my adopted kids want I try to find their way to achieve but I let them speak. A three-in-one woman is a difficult undertaking which is why I’m having trouble with it, but then again, who else has done that with Josette Dupres and Kitty Soames as Maggie Evans?

triple incarnation of josette


Slow week, CD mailings, postcards, and kicking back after a hard year…

Let’s face it. Last year was a ginormous whirlwind of ups and downs. As soon as things were looking up they’d plummet into a cascade of bizarre tragedies and the only thing that saved us was our sense of humour. I want this roller-coaster of a radio drama to be fun again. People put humour out there to get the reaction. And what have I gotten? Massive amounts of numbers, people coming in and giving me Hell, true warriors reaching out to say, “Yes! I want what you have… I just don’t know how to tell you.” And so we go back to the old reliable… The Post Office:


Don’t knock it.


What do you think gets all those bloody online orders to your door? (It ain’t just crazy UPS truck drivers.)


Mind sending your radio hosts a little valentine? The Pit of Ultimate Dark Shadows will officially be three years old this year.

Yes, I had no idea Josette=Maggie/Barnabas was such a fricken taboo! I just saw Sam Evans get foiled, had had enough and wanted a relief series, couldn’t find it and got started taking notes for YEARS! Sometimes even the fans of this pairing get a little too much for me. I chunked the text, rewrote as much as I could, went from demo version to proper podcast version, worked my arse off to find a way to get it to iTunes, spent gobs of money, drank myself into the pickling practices ensued by various members of The Rolling Stones… And…. well you’ve watched me go even crazier from getting high numbers, free advertising by haters having shit-fits, should-love romantic voting polls, assumptions made that I lust after various characters…

Does no one watch actor interviews or writer interviews or comedian interviews in which they detail what they have to go through? Just because this involves Dark Shadows doesn’t mean the same rules don’t apply. It only means they rarely get used for such fan-work.

Guess what? There are a new gaggle of people who have worked in other fandoms, as well as their own original material, and they know those particular rules of how this game is played. It’s not all about “I want this…” It’s about, “They, the characters, want this.”

This is why people in the Addams Family set are so vocal. They know that program could have gone on much longer than it did, and they know Gomez and Morticia. They will take no substitutes for how those two feel about each other nor how they behave. This is why seeking out the Dark Shadows purists was the wrong move for me all along.The purists want endless repeats of the original show. Okay, they can have that. They aren’t who I’m looking for anyway. I’m looking for people who want this:

Two Postcard no address

That’s the new postcard and twice as many as last year.

But why? Because I listened to my demos for years and I finally realized I had something good. Something as good as all the shows involved. The same humour came to me that “Clue” was providing with the hook in to Dark Shadows. Something amazingly huge could happen if only the talent could be nurtured with discussion to what was enjoyed. Why do I need that?

I’m human.

And so far most of what I’ve heard has been the kind of BS I’ve heard most of my life and fought against when I gathered the data to life. Human beings do not exist as islands. We marry, we give birth, we live in a sea of other humans. Just because robotic maneuvers via the internet is fooling you into believing you are communicating? It doesn’t mean you are.

I am more than happy to let the postal service thrive further on my endeavours. There are people who are happier with letter-writing than facebook flippancy. I’d rather this be something that is pursued via the postal service. It’s slower in focus and more concentrated. If I were given the chance to make this a postal service only venture? I would have done it quicker than you could get a fine for spitting on the sidewalk in the olden days.

And as for the olden days, anyone remember when I chunked the story and left a note of this from Lady Catherine de Bourgh?

lady catherine displeased

Ah… doesn’t that take ya back? 😉

Yeah, I was pretty pissed.

Took me quite some time to figure out what the problem was. And why wouldn’t it take so long? I was studying all the characters, all the fandoms, all the technical details, all the research to try and make things better and better. It’s not just writing, it’s audio editing, acting, inflections, listening, vocal training, and then? Getting harassed while everyone else is enjoying the work, meanwhile the creator doesn’t matter but to talk to the more vocal people who mostly just invalidate everything, including your hard working actor/writer/comedienne who can only get paid in commentary?

This is not healthy.

And I shall never believe that it is.

If you put it out there for the reaction? You would know it’s not an island venture.

This argument/claim was created so people could be lazy. However, I do not believe that comprehension skills are so low.

And why?

How would you comprehend my radio series to begin with?

You’re human, too.

Don’t behave as if you aren’t. 🙂

write a letter cover

But with my reincarnation studying and what they came up with here:


They were too tight-lipped about what they were doing… really… how could I have known what they decided? So many months earlier. How?

pit 2012


Episode 13 is released, and Happy Christmas

I finally decided that with all of the trouble and people being worried about me, I’d return the favour and release Episode 13 to The Pit of Ultimate Dark Shadows, which was completed in audio two months ago: 30 October 2014. I did paste this to Kathryn Leigh Scott’s facebook page because over a year ago the original text was dedicated to her, as well as this audio episode. I am thankful she has not deleted the link. I felt with all I had absorbed from the fandom in her anecdotal reveries and how Barnabas feels about the characters she played, it was fitting.

I realized the thing that made me so upset is I felt I was being neglected and “used” after so much hard work and research by Episode 14. I’ve now come to understand that most of the people who prefer my work are the shy people who have been afraid to speak. I want to show you how and open up to you how important you are. We are the misfits, the un-sheltered, the abused, and we need to learn how to speak again. The internet was designed for a different purpose than to let trolls and vultures rule it all, and also not for us to robotic-ally share memes and files all the live-long day.

Dark Shadows is a design of being different. There is very little reason the contemporary types should hold its reigns. Or in some more fitting words by Pat Benatar:

maggie and barnabas (2)

We are young
(Heartache to heartache)
Heartache to heartache
(We stand)
We stand

No promises
(No demands)
No demands
(Love is a battlefield)
Love is a battlefield

We are strong
No one can tell us we’re wrong
Searching our hearts for so long
Both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield

You’re begging me to go
Then making me stay
Why do you hurt me so bad
It would help me to know
Do I stand in your way
Or am I the best thing you’ve had

Believe me
Believe me
I can’t tell you why
But I’m trapped by your love
And I’m chained to your side

We are young
Heartache to heartache we stand
No promises
No demands
Love is a battlefield

We are strong
No one can tell us we’re wrong
Searching our hearts for so long
Both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield

When I’m losing control
Will you turn me away
Or touch me deep inside
And when all this gets old
Will it still feel the same
There’s no way this will die
But if we get much closer
I could lose control
And if your heart surrenders
You’ll need me to hold

We are young
Heartache to heartache we stand
No promises
No demands
Love is a battlefield

We are strong
No one can tell us we’re wrong
Searching our hearts for so long
Both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield

So here it is, The Pit of Ultimate Dark Shadows, Episode 13: “A Balancing of The Humours”; because The humours are considered part of the medical practice in Barnabas’ time. And also, Wadsworth has been teaching his employer, throughout all of this series, that grim things happen, but the way to get through it, as Barnabas’ sweet-love knows, is… with humour. Peace.

Episode 13: A Balancing of The Humours



The Love, The Gratitude, and The Trust: The Baby is Born…



Yep, lots of characters, birth and all the rest. I keep wondering if I should remove the cigar comment Willie makes here. (Maybe it doesn’t fit?) Anyway, the chapter is done. Hit the link below if you would like to read it. And as Mr. Marley says, “Let’s get together and feel all right…” ❤


By the way, checking this through the kindle was a small portion of hell. Guess what everyone? They decided to update software on the kindle fire! So while I was on the phone trying to get the blasted thing to work again the lady on the phone helping me was great and I could hear in the background other voices helping a ton of people through the same thing! I guess the new kindle fire’s software is as hard to bring into the world as our baby Sarah. >_<

Sarah and Willie

One Love… One Heart…

Let’s get together and feel all right.

Hear the children cryin’ (One Love!);

Hear the children cryin’ (One Heart!),

Sayin’: give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right;

Sayin’: let’s get together and feel all right. Wo wo-wo wo-wo!

Let them all pass all their dirty remarks (One Love!);

There is one question I’d really love to ask (One Heart!):

Is there a place for the hopeless sinner,

Who has hurt all mankind just to save his own beliefs?

One Love! What about the one heart? One Heart!

What about it all ? Let’s get together and feel all right

As it was in the beginning (One Love!);

So shall it be in the end (One Heart!),

All right!

Give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right;

Let’s get together and feel all right.

One more thing!

Let’s get together to fight this Holy Armagiddyon (One Love!),

So when the Man comes there will be no, no doom (One Song!).

Have pity on those whose chances grows t’inner;

There ain’t no hiding place from the Father of Creation.

Sayin’: One Love! What about the One Heart? (One Heart!)

What about the – ? Let’s get together and feel all right.

I’m pleadin’ to mankind! (One Love!);

Oh, Lord! (One Heart) Wo-ooh!

Give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right;

Let’s get together and feel all right.

Give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right;

Let’s get together and feel all right.

(-Bob Marley)


One Scene A Day, Ep. 13: Uncle Fester, Victoria Winters, Morticia, and Grandmama

Like many in my age range, I love The Addams Family films from the 1990’s. However, doing a multi-fandom series of the 1960s I knew I had to go with our earlier incarnation of The Addams Family. Not too much of a problem as my brother adored it so I was exposed to that first. But still, imagine, if you will, lines exchanged between these two:

Victoria looking right uncle fester

LOL! Okay, just lining those photos side by side as I put this blog post together? That alone is a crack up! This is why I plan to leave the parenthetical announcement in this audio of: “VICTORIA: (uncertain whether to chuckle or scream)”

A lovely Cara Mia I found got the mp3 of the scene weeks ago and said she howled with laughter over this encounter. (Good things come to those who communicate.) She also let me know that Morticia should be a wee bit closer to what I know of Joan Bennett’s Elizabeth Stoddard as far as vowels go. Thing is I really don’t want to re-do even more lines since my plate is so filled. I simply lowered the pitch, but I intend to keep The Addams Family in our beloved Pit for years to come. So I can get a better Carolyn Jones as Morticia down in further episodes. At first that trip Peter and Victoria took to their house was meant to result in another farce of, “Okay, Twin Peaks, AH! The Bates Motel, AH!… they’ll run away screaming from this house, too!” But then, I listened. No. The Addams Family are wholesome in a bizarre way, and they care about people and help them.

Mind you, this entire scene in audio was performed a year ago. That’s how long I’ve been struggling to get good copies of this thing put down. The recorder I was using to make audio copies for a lark had broken and I decided to go with the real deal on the headset by this point. Then I discovered how much better I could make it. Listening to the demos was providing even better revisions and extensions. I just knew if I was this entertained and entertained repeatedly, I had to have something good. The Pit of Ultimate Dark Shadows is not disposable. It’s as repeatably listenable as all the other shows have been for decades. Believe it or not the younger of us know this. They don’t like the new stuff coming out, they like these shows.

The chunk of this encounter is still up in text right now. I felt it was an important scene that describes in what manner everything is all working out and why the other spooky shows understand how to relieve Collinsport of all it’s tragedy. The Addams Family, especially, are very accepting of many things not normally in their own realms, however much what might be “normal” to us is not normal to them. Morticia Addams hit the nail on the head in ways I never expected she would, and explains to Victoria why Collinsport has the troubles it does and why in their own house they don’t have those problems. And, of course, I couldn’t resist… One of Victoria Winters responses to Morticia Addams is: “I don’t understand.” *wink* But don’t worry, she goes on to request more information after this.

Then Morticia Addams tells Victoria to stop worrying about what she might have done for others by saying: “Well! Again with that face, Victoria? Didn’t you already make a few changes? I think your arrival there opened the people up somewhat. But the world is a big place. Resting it on your shoulders isn’t wise, you know.” 

It’s at times like this I feel the characters are speaking to me. No doubt, I’ve taken on quite a task to incorporate so many other shows into Dark Shadows and with a larger purpose of complexity in the good we all have to offer each other, which has been so ignored in much of what we do online these days. More often than not, it’s the negative people who speak out. The positive people are either too busy keeping their heads above water or trying to help others in ways we rarely see online.

VictoriaWintersDarkShadowslovely look

But what of the scene? Well, there is some information Morticia finds out about Victoria and what she had done in Collinsport. Did she see even more of that place than she let on? Perhaps… it’s history?

Victoria Winters is still acclimating to how “weird” this family is. She’s not sure if discussing her trip to 1795 is going to sit well with them. From Morticia’s reaction, Victoria is sure she’ll be thought of as a nut-case, even by this inclusive lady of the house. Morticia becomes terribly excited. Is she responding in belief or disbelief?

Morticia cries out to Grandmama, who knows all about such supernatural goings on. I did comb for Grandmama speaking in The Addams Family and couldn’t find a clip, so I shot for Carol Kane’s impression from the films. My Addams Family helper said it sounded fine. I also combed out the back history of Grandmama… In so many words she is a Witch who does not like the term “Witch”.

I reported to my husband what Morticia’s reaction was in this scenario, last year, before I set it down.

“Grandmama! We need you! It’s Victoria!… She has the gift!”

Daryl’s Husband’s eyes widened as he sat there listening to my explanation… then he pointed and yelled,

“DO IT! DO IT!” ^_^


Whisper In Rage