Pit Update August 2016

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Just me, no music. Discussion about things, hopefully, getting better, and how to keep that going. The importance of correspondence especially.

Clear reasons why I, and many others, lose their tempers. (Gets a bit loud while this is explained. Not really a rant, more an exclamation of disbelief in contradictory behaviour.) Deep appreciation for the nice people and tools for how to avoid the bummer types, too!

“Spoilers” over scenes one through five, in Episode 16, that are being worked on, as well as the intricate technical aspects that make the idea of critiquing them severely unwanted and unwarranted. (Audio Dramatists? Listen up. You’ll probably enjoy this bit.) Plenty of talk about “Hawkeye” finally being included and what’s happening in scene four with him. I’m not concerned about spoilers when it comes to this radio drama. People can barely remember what they enjoyed in all the other episodes, so why worry? winking

My old internet days, Sailor Moon, chat rooms, etc. Why fans identify with Angelique and some may not even know it.

A reading from me of Osheen’s review for Episode 7 about one year before this podcast, and my hearty enjoyment of that!

Understanding of the idea of “independence” and how much of an illusion that is.

Not included in this podcast is my suggestion here: If you are wealthy and dissatisfied with your life? Please enjoy the film “The Amazing Adventure” with Cary Grant. Thanks. You’re welcome.

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Pit Update June 2016

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Most of this was created Monday 6 June 2016. I felt the need to address a lot of the high stress going on. As well as some healing, personally.

There is also a short rant or two for those who enjoy my rants. (I know there are some who do!) Discussion of why sharing files everywhere and buck-passing didn’t work.

More in-depth explanations of how the attention-spans have diminished over the years in so many people, as well as the problems with social media and how I am combating those and have done.

Updates on Pit construction as well as the marriage novel, including some past observations. Solid addressing of why the output for both have diminished, which may not be for the reasons one would think.

Fun stuff about how I and others create more authentic fanwork by dismissing poor advice and following our intuition about it. I go into a little of what I did with the Sailor Moon fanfiction that I wrote in the late 1990’s.

*Most Important*: How my audience can develop a healthy relationship with me for the good of us both. Too much that has happened promotes paranoia on either side and it would be much better if you follow the advice I give in this podcast about it. (i.e. If you listen to this podcast and write to me please address that you listened. I don’t have time for any more random and inane babbling from listening and trying to address these issues while denying you listened. Thank you!)

And, of course, some consideration for two 50th Anniversaries coming up: Dark Shadows and… The Monkees! Enjoy. ^_^

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Pit Update 2016 (podomatic link)

Pit Update June 2016 (podbay link)

Pit Update June 1016 (archive.org link)

[And yes, there are tracks behind my voice by Oasis from the album “Standing On The Shoulders of Giants”, which I believe is very fitting! 😛 ]

For Those of Us Who Are Still Alive…

I repeatedly get responses from a blogpost to my inbox that discourses on the pains of suicide and how that affects people.

Why is this? Why do people care enough to post about that horror when we have so much more in us for the interconnectedness of the greater good? Why are we dwelling on this? Why are we mourning these losses and talking so much about changing them when we don’t prove a tinkers dam to those who exist with us now?

We lost one of the most talented comedians in the last year.

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Then within the last week we lost this wonderful individual:

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Anyone notice that word? “Human”?

Human is an essence through the Evolution of our beings. Whether you believe in Creationism or not, Evolution is real. We change. We alter. We affect our universe from the time our ancestors became curious about the way things worked, how they came into existence, and how to change them for the betterment of our lives. (This is easily seen in the last 100-200 years.)

We live in a time of great luxury and chaos. We could be so much better. But we choose to be robots online.

I am sick of that.


I learned about internet access and I didn’t like it. I didn’t like how de-humanized we were becoming. Email was impersonal. Now? It’s more personal than I ever expected it could be. But online interaction, ever since I began The Pit of Ultimate Dark Shadows, has gotten worse and worse and worse. If I had started my series in 2005 I believe better things would have come. People had keyboards. They didn’t take everything I had to offer from device technology with rotten keyboards. They weren’t noncommunicable to humour, they didn’t download “the world” at the press of a button, they didn’t share memes and files all the live-long day. Some people believed the internet was ONLY created for porn, but others shared our lives together in chat rooms with bad dial-up connections and we were alive anyway…

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We were fighting evil by moonlight…

We enjoyed each others company, we had battles with each other, we won each others hearts, but then ICQ came and instant messaging happened. More and more of the television zombie mentality took over our souls as time went on in ways I never saw because I became alienated from the online world in all my own personal horrors.

And then I found…

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A spooky place I’d never seen before as I was going through the deepest Hell of my own life. I was numb, but I pressed on. I saw potential for it, problems they had, many of which I had been through. Other spooky characters of the same time period and those that could shift and make those changes. The massive onslaught and variety of abuse I suffered sat before me and the straw that broke my camel’s back was the destruction of Sam Evans. I couldn’t take it anymore.

I had anhedonia, I had escaped my tormentors, I have been willing to call the police if my Jason McGuire dad ever dare try to enter my life again. I learned how to get a restraining order against family members if the necessity arrives.

But here is a town that is living what I lived through, all within myself. The spooky, the conflict, the destruction and all the while the homes are beautiful, the personalities in each life provide the cohesion toward change for the better. The ghosts walk, the people drink, the waves crash, the world spins. The history is rich, this place could turn around.

Wait… this is a soap-opera. This is not going to bring any lift any time soon or ever…

Unless…

Someone came up with an alteration…

Ooops, that’s not what people are posting. In so many decades no one is changing these things.

Until now…

Sadly… it’s likely too late. We post memes of our dearest desires, our vilest hurts, are fondest beliefs.

But do we live them?

I have my doubts.

I went into this to find kindred spirits, communication, a way to live, and discovered how much talent I truly had and how much farther I could go with a good audience.

I’ve made thousands of people laugh, I’ve let the hair down at Collinwood with scores of bonus characters, I’ve reached out in every way I can, I’ve spent my life savings, I’ve driven my husband mad as well as loved him with new inspiration. I’ve contacted every college radio station I could find, reached iTunes, every fandom, every avenue, the spooky, the Gothic, the science-fiction crowd, spewed my angst back on any haters that came in my way. I knew I deserved better, I knew they deserved better. I managed to get so much only to find my people were breaking down by the time I found them.

I lived long, I fought hard, I prospered, but for human innovation and communication?

I failed. 😦

I never wanted praise. I know I have talent. I am blatantly aware of it. All I had to do was listen to my demos on walks to work to know that to be true. I wanted to fuel it with a talkative audience. I wanted discussion. Then all I found were silent numbers. And… I cracked.

Maybe it is too late. Maybe my talent is not worth the resurgence of true discourse. The online world is all about like-clicks now. We aren’t talking to each other anymore. We are programmed and by that we are being destroyed.

Daleks never scared me, The Master barely irked me, but what did bother me in the world of Doctor Who?

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The Cybermen

The Cybermen tend towards covert activity, scheming from hiding and using human pawns or robots to act in their place until they need to appear. They also seek to increase their numbers by converting others into Cybermen (a process known as “cyber-conversion” or “robotisation” in the older episodes and “upgrading” in the newer episodes), an often painful process as body parts are removed and replaced with cybernetic replacements.

As far as I am concerned most of us have become this kind of deranged mentality. We don’t care who controls us as long as we believe we are in control somehow. However, if we aren’t truly communicating we are not in control. And as many Cybermen have complained when being faced with their own personalities again, “I’m so cold.”

And…

So am I.

Maybe it’s just too late.

Maybe this project is simply another time-waster swarmed into the cesspool the internet has become. Maybe I should do more than I did in 2013 by chunking my text and spending a rollercoaster year of sorting through the madness and finding the better people who might be believers.

Maybe I should destroy everything: the text, the audio, the updates, the marriage novel, the facebook account, the tumblr account, the wordpress account, the google account, the youtube videos, the podomatic links, the iTunes connection.

Maybe, just maybe, I should simply give up.

With the lack of communication it seems to be what everyone wants.

Because obviously…

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You’re just a dead Cyberman… aren’t you?


Prove you’re a dead Cyberman: Give me a like-click. Go ahead.