Happy Christmas (at least somewhat)

On this Christmas I received a gift. A fanwork of the Dark Shadows movie that I enjoyed. I also bestowed a gift; my delight in commentary. These are things many more of us once knew how to do, but I have been living in a tragic world in which much in the way of free thought and free will, the things that made us much different from other animals, the training to be something more, has been extracted from a large portion of the population.

 

I also managed to watch the new “Solo” film with my husband. He enjoyed how I found the brother of the director. Of course, as I learned from my Mum, anytime Ron Howard directs he will find a small part for his brother in it somewhere. But more so, I managed to keep track of the story and be pleased with the “Easter eggs”. Growing up with the old Star Wars trilogy presented me with the keen insight of what to look for and anticipate. Life experience gave me this treasure of ability, another thing more people used to have and were able to discuss.

 

Moreover it reminded me of Empires and Rebellions in general. Us rooting for the kind-hearted aspects in life and striving to achieve great accomplishments.

 

I am shaken that this uplifting sense in the human spirit has been traded in for the baser attractions, at least from where I am and have been on this journey. I see the numbers for downloads and reads still, and I do not assume enjoyment or understanding is being had. Instead I envision the probability of many listeners terrified of their own guilt, speechless for the sake that they got used to the short-cuts they were handed and relinquished their decision making skills. Or lack of understanding what’s being said, just making up other things to believe. (The latter happened before but it’s worse now.)

 

We had our social lives transferred into programs that, did not begin but, eventually became casino versions of communication. Our shared moments with loved ones deposited into a slot machine. Dazzling, attractive, and all meaning siphoned out of what we would call our souls, our minds, our preferred tastes and paths.

 

Upon recognizing this, how can one not be shaken to one’s core? Ah, yes. The pretending it’s “all okay”. Sure, life goes on. Let’s pretend that nothing changed, that people didn’t have fun engaging in dialogue much more often than they do today. I even notice the way the haters share my spots of recorded temper and I find those actions to be reflexive and automatic. The world of open-communication is now a new way to gossip and misunderstand, always presuming that everything online is gospel truth. Don’t ask the source. Ask a third party instead. You’ll get a more exciting answer that way.

 

Meanwhile I still see good numbers for Melissa’s interview podcast. They may not look the same in your iTunes browser, but I see other platforms. There are people listening to that one that don’t bother with the radio drama. I’m proud of her for saying things that I could never say, to get a view of what someone new has to endure for the sake of a television show. Also her good manners in approaching entertainers and how best to behave.

 

People who knew me during my panicked days are inquisitive. I’m just sitting calmly, perhaps working on a letter or a new embroidery design and listening to others. Not everyone is surprised by this, but several are looking twice. They knew the me that was stressed to my limit and beyond, the person that should have been treated better, but allowed to be abused via bystanders or others taught to be hateful and nasty. I knew I needed to find the right people, and I am finding them, as are they in want of their own people, having experienced similar friendship loss.

 

One very good friend now I met amidst the madness. She knew fandoms got rude and untrained people in the online world took hostile liberties to gain a sense of authority over others.

 

I looked at what she presented and observed, “Something bad happened.”

 

She heard my tale and troubles and assented in echo, “Something bad happened.”

 

To her and I, stories and games are for the journey, not for the winning or losing. For the experience of travel, adventure sometimes, but exploration, learning, and sharing time with others of like-mind.

 

Other new friends have no fear for good reasons, either from being so creative themselves, or true-life problems that make entertainment welcome and relieving. They know and appreciate that others are working hard to give them a sense of escape. Jealousy isn’t a viral disease that plagues them. A little envy for an article of clothing, perhaps, or a set of art supplies they’d like. Nothing vicious, just a funny quirk that passes as quickly as a ripple on the water.

 

The shaky moments still come, like today. I have to constantly remind myself of who is still with me. A big pile usually awaits me by mail, either type of mail. It’s true some pals make light of the change in others I find shocking, but there are friends who know and have seen what I have seen. We comfort each other with the anecdotes and what to make of them. How to move forward, new favourite songs, old favourite songs, tales of our lives and what tiny components don’t change. (Ron Howard hiring his brother for a bit part in his movies, for example.)

 

I can feel the tension, though. Having so many fear you isn’t a pleasant experience. Then having to watch that fear turn into a stunned silence of utter embarrassment, not just towards me but finding in themselves a state of being in which their sense of choice and free will, as well-grounded and well-behaved individuals, was perceived as still existing in a time where they were pulled into something that tricked them, along with whatever loved ones or shared people they had.

 

It’s happened in subtler ways before. If you don’t buy someone a gift you will be seen as low-down. If you don’t take pictures of quality moments it will appear as if you don’t care. Companies advertise to this ideology and take advantage of it to sell those products that prove you really do care.

 

A pal reminded me of a South Park episode, “You Have 0 Friends”. Many of us knew the truth of the insanity going on via social networks, the insecurities arising from those with, usually hidden, low self-esteem. The problem with the example of that story is that it was aired in 2010. That was almost a decade ago. We should have held on to that great lesson, but we didn’t. The problem just increased.

 

Believe it or not, there are many who just won’t touch the stuff. They live their lives outside of those things. And I think that’s often how I am being viewed. Once a month is enough for me. Stretching out on the furniture and feeling that balance of freedom is a joy. Being able to watch more Dark Shadows and heckling playfully with my sweetheart adds to the joy. The way things were, and can still be again.

 

I’m working on a portion of Osheen’s interview I hadn’t released. It’s more of a workshop segment but worth a podcast. Then there is Pit episodes 20 and 21 to construct. Meanwhile I get to the chapters of friends as we’ve exchanged our work together. A thing I always wanted since I was a teenager, but never really had until decades later. Odd to find them through fanfiction, but it makes sense. Shared interests are there. Any old fiction wouldn’t do, we had to have something else to bond with. Old TV shows? Movies? Love of similar characters? Sure. That will do nicely.

 

Happy Christmas to my friends, new and old. Keep in touch, pen pals.

I think of all of you very often, and do my best to catch up.

Steady as She goes.

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Interview with New Fan: Melissa (podcast)

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(Autumn 2018/Spring 2016)

This podcast focuses on a new fan to Dark Shadows and why it makes sense that would-be good fans to this 1960’s television show don’t speak up. Melissa discusses her enjoyment of my fanwork, Dark Shadows and Jonathan Frid as well as Barnabas Collins. Our continual friendship flows through this podcast which is much attributed to Lisa Weyenberg connecting us. (Love you, Lisa!!!)

 

The interview displays what a new fan must contend with: Hate for Barnabas Collins, bizarre worship for Julia Hoffman. which has nothing to do with her strengths, feeling embraced on fan groups *at first* and then feeling like one must “stop talking”. Why Barnabas Collins is “the family guardian” and why Jonathan Frid is a class-act.

 

Melissa’s personal experiences with previous entertainers, such as David Warner and Sharon Lentz, and Melissa being able to talk to both of these wonderful people. Fun time with Melissa and I watching “Dark Shadows” as well as dealing with the new technology ruining all of our lives, and why. How social media destroys our relationships. Our watching an episode of “Dark Shadows” together, finally, and how fun it was.

 

Wrapping up with how Melissa ended-up unknowingly buying a bootleg copy of “Dark Shadows” and how she dealt with that after purchasing a true copy of the coffin box. Also providing a comparison of our making fun of Victoria Winters always saying “I don’t understand” into many fans becoming that very cliché.

 

At the end, I share a celebration of Jeremy Brett as Sherlock Holmes, which is a show that is also provided by MPI Home Video. And a loving quotation for Melissa via all this.


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“I will not make any deals with you. I’ve resigned. I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed, or numbered! My life is my own!”

– The Prisoner

Crackly Spoilercast (September 2018)

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If you listen to old vinyl records this probably won’t bother you. I cleaned it up the best that I could, so this is a good example of my technical problems! Basic updates with how I’m looking at the social media concerns versus the human requirements included.

 
Touching on +The Reluctant Vampire+ component with Barnabas and going further with that topic. More discussion of what’s coming up in Pit Episode 19 “Happy Hour In Hell” as well as how it correlates with the original series, so there are some parallels between the original DS and The Pit to keep in mind. Plenty of keeping up with the other shows, including The Kids In The Hall, and Bewitched. Delving into Angelique’s troubles and how they work.

 
Relating where Endora is going with her understanding of Angelique. Bringing in The Jennings, Bill Malloy and Elizabeth Stoddard, more Carolyn and Carolyn (Stoddard and Muir). Mixing up components between The Ghost and Mrs. Muir with Dark Shadows between various characters as well as Captain Gregg and Sarah for episode 20 in The Pit. Plenty of jumping through hoops between characters. (Y’all know how fast my brain works by this time, right?)

 
The toxicity of discussion via social media versus the correspondence skills with pen friends and how many people, who were also looking for pen pals, were suffering from what has been happening this decade. How so much ties in with The Beatnik movement against “planned obsolescence” along with the mid 20th century changes happening after World War II. Canon pairings and non-canon pairings preferences in fanwork including a new discovery for Jo March in “Little Women” from an old friend.

 


 

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Alma Matters (August 2018)

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Personal updates which include working on future Pit episodes.
Why good manners are necessary and criticizing is bad for morale. Concerns about reliance on the internet, particularly those raised on it.

Reasons why The Reluctant Vampire is an important reflection of humanity, now more than ever.

How being exposed to the negative is contagious and why humans require more care.

Pep talk for pen pals who kept in touch, also for pen pals and listeners who became “elusive”.

Bewitched, Ghost and Mrs. Muir viewing; “To Twitch or Not To Twitch”, and “Monkey Puzzle Tree” episodes.

Plans for other podcasts as well as new Pit episodes, along with how we’re keeping The Addams Family into the fold.

Requests for help with “Margaret Josette duPres” podcast(s).

Why being honest with yourself is the best policy.

Theme song for this podcast: “Alma Matters” by Morrissey, as his wordplay on “Alma Mater” equates to “nurturing mother of studies”. Aye! She definitely matters over so much worry about popularity and competition. We currently have the world that we have due to our yearning to understand.


 

You see to someone, somewhere, oh yeah
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
In part, and in whole
Because to someone, somewhere, oh yeah
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
In part, and in whole

 


 

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Back On The Road (June 2018)

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Wadsworth once expressed, “Very well. I know who did it. And furthermore I’m going to tell you how it was all done.” That will be how this podcast attempts to wrap up so many of the problems many of us are enduring via social media and bash culture.

First I start with more celebratory tales of continual audio drama creation. 18 “Braving The Waters” completion, the rough draft fun with 19 “Happy Hour In Hell”, as well as potential scenes for episode 20. More “Bewitched” characters coming into this show as well as more Gomez Addams. The importance of the grassroots team and how it works.

Welcoming new listeners and pen pals for being incredibly helpful. One particular social media platform showing its time-wasting aspects. (One platform I will not name. Sorry if this is confusing but I don’t want to advertise it by saying which one.) Discussing how wonderful and important pen pals are.

More about the Barnabas/Maggie fans and their large recent growth. Offers of creating better online spaces for us. The huge mess of trying to use a social network to inquire if a podcast for the marriage novel would be of interest. How discussion for the novel is necessary and fun, as well as a recent review.

Focusing on chat for Season Two in The Pit. A few theories in the trouble for talking about episodes since the beginning. (Avoiding the topic? I might have figured out why it happened.) Explanation of how bash-culture grew from proliferation of very advanced technology being made too easy. (Saramonster, MST3K, and DS Annotations lovers? This is for you!) Apologies to overseas listeners for Yankees obsession with scandal, I hope this helps!

Plans for continuing forward, enjoying life, and working through all of this together. Peace.


 

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You’ve Been Playing A Video Game

You’ve been playing a video game and I’m sorry to learn it, but it beats not knowing. Everything coming clear means a great many embarrassments come into being. My worry now is watching tons of people playing pretend to manage with things they are ashamed to admit to doing, or having lost control of themselves and not being able to face it. They pretend. Pretend nothing changed, pretend everything is fine, pretend we are the people we have always been and no one and nothing influenced us to be anything worse.

 

Subscribers make sense to me. You get a sense of someone interested with a subscription. “Followers” sounds extremely shady to me, like a stalker; someone is following you around. Or having “followers” like a religious cult-leader. Yuck-O…

 

Friend can be a pivotal word. One needs to engage for a long time to earn that title and personal behaviour changes the out come as time moves along. Using a button which requests friendship is one of the sickest ventures I can recall ever going along with. This is a video game manoeuvrer. Just as a like-click is or some other method of relaying emotion or feelings with a button press. You’ve taken a video game controller to your loved ones and been amassing points from them and towards them with this method. This is why what is known as social media is so anti-social. Machine elements and scoring was given to you and some of you may have never even played a video game before or you had and decided you weren’t fond of them.

 

Humans generally require more complex attention and interaction. Narratives work for many of us as it shows behaviour that is somewhat natural minus certain outlandish parts that we understand are to make a story more interesting. This is why in most storytelling we have something called, “suspension of disbelief”. Another facet of enjoying fiction that I’m not too sure we’re being taught about these days.

 

Telephone calls work, even conversations by text that are fluid enough, letters work also when the structure is learned. Face to face socializing is the most direct method of communication. Without it we don’t learn very much. There is a saying, “Teaching by example isn’t the best way, it is the only way.”

 

Video games can be very fun and rewarding when what you are involved in is a complete fiction, just as board games can be. The reality is you are playing but the games themselves are a diversion from real life, something to enjoy and you sometimes have competition with fictional characters. Video games are safe when the world is fictional. Or perhaps it’s a flash-card game to improve one’s mathematics, language, or music reading skills. We have a lot of games in vision-therapy based on personal improvement alone.

 

What we have been experiencing with the rise of “social” networking is something that is extremely close to a video game. The tragedy is that it has involved real people with real lives. That’s why it is so unhealthy and had been destroying so many of our relationships. We knew something was “off” but it is addictive and occasionally useful so we keep using it. One thing that is natural about all of this is we humans often do things that are bad for us.

 

I’m grateful pinterest dispensed with their “like” button. I’m hoping other networks will follow that suit but I have my doubts. It is truly horrifying to see so many reasonable humans turn into image sharing robots in order to find out how many “likes” or points they will gain from it in a network group, but that is the big degradation to human personality that has taken place.

 


 

Now the question is: how do we find our way to a more healthy form of living again? Moreover, how do we deal with being taken advantage of and behaving badly? For myself, and other letter-writers, it’s so much easier than for others. I observe my own behaviour and try to apologize when necessary. I make efforts to find alternatives to stop my own madness. That’s why my embarrassment for using a social network after I log out goes down. I have come to realize that my more limited use is nothing near the continual excess of so very many more people than I can comprehend.

 

Actual video games, by computer or otherwise, not associated with any other person or connected to any network, has been a great form of “methadone” against desiring using “social” media. I’ve made that suggestion to pen friends, and even those I would never anticipate wanting to play them have admitted it’s a great idea. Even Klondike with a card deck on the screen. So that is a good first step.

 

Letter-writing for communication, even just by email, has also been helpful. If one has no pen pals, one can journal to themselves. Victoria Winters even wrote letters and mailed them to herself at the foundling home as a child. Talking on the telephone has also been a boon to me, especially the calls with better reception.

 


 

But as for the uncertainty? That might take something I can’t provide. Owning up to mistakes has been at a major low for some time now. Which brings more clarity for why Barnabas-haters became so prevalent. After his villainous tendencies wear off on Dark Shadows, he is often kicking himself for his wrongs and owning up to his mistakes where and when he can. In a world of encouraged narcissism this style of character, one that accounts for his errors, is not one that would be well-loved. I’d say there is no time like the present to start loving him and thinking of how he handles things to help you with owning-up.

 

So that’s one suggestion. There might be a therapy group near you to help “social” network users to go through the steps of recognizing what our mistakes have been. It’s often easier to take big steps if a group is involved, as humans do look for large groups to guide them, which is why a lot of this networking stuff grabbed us: so many others were doing it, and we were looking for our others.

 


 

What I see right now is that pretense, though. It’s a bit chilling but at least I know what it is and why it’s there. What one doesn’t understand is difficult to see, and very often we want a “simpler” explanation for it, so? We make one up! And if we find out we were wrong about it? We simplify that by pretending we never said it. Tough thing to do in this new world where almost everything is being recorded for documentation, isn’t it?

 

And this is likely why I terrify people; I understand this world because I intentionally lived in it with recordings and writing things down. I reflected on my words and the words of others since I was at least six years old. I also had people getting snooty about letters that I wrote when I was in my teens, none of which said anything horrible at all.

 

But that pretense, pretending nothing bad happened, is a rough path, my friends. It’s like trying to delete the obvious because it doesn’t suit your lifestyle. The more you try to do it, the more other things will arise that you have to pretend also don’t exist or didn’t happen. Similar with lying. One lie often leads to another until it’s a cascade and you get caught out.

 

This is why when I said “The Kinks” in my February 2018 Pit Update and discovered the band was really The Who, I went to two locations to put in a typed correction. (This web log and podomatic.) Did anyone catch that? I was quick about it! I suppose I could re-edit the track and release it without “The Kinks” but mistakes are a sad fact of life. And why bother editing more audio with an audience who barely listens or pretends not to be a listener? (Not all of you, of course, but a large number.) I made another mistake last June, I believe about The Addams Family and The Munsters airing dates. G’ah! But again, who really is paying any attention?

 

And yet, that’s how extreme the pretense has gotten. Coming to me to help with an error means you would have to (((gasp))) admit you are a listener of the show. That avoidance started so many years ago and you’re STILL trying to cover it up so… you can’t say anything.

 

You see? When you don’t own up the problem just gets bigger and bigger and bigger until you trap yourself. So all I can advise on that score is asking yourself, “What happened?” Try to remember how it started. Look for ways it might have made sense as to why you pretended something to begin with. Make observations.

 

I’m actually hoping that someone can own up because there are hundreds of others you just might relieve as it probably happened in the same way to them as well. Wouldn’t that be nice? Helping others to feel better? That’s one of the reasons accountability is such a wonderful thing. There was even a character made  out of it called Jiminy Cricket.

 


 

One scarier aspect of all of this is I didn’t realize, since I wasn’t on the “social” networks much, is we all were socializing with a video game system. I was engaged in a lot of activities, but one of the many things I was stuck to in 2013 was, in fact, a video game called Animal Crossing.

 

That particular game only has a monetary point system, really. You get fun stuff from that, but Animal Crossing has a knack for being a fictional world which navigates a great deal like real life. It’s enticing with cute animals for your neighbours who have recognizable patterns of behaviour that don’t repeat with others too often. Sending letters and receiving them with gifts can happen. There is a mailman, Pete, there is a mayor (who is usually asleep), a town hall, fishing, a museum, clothing store, a general store, cafe, bus to a city and back, and with internet access you can experience the Animal Crossing towns of others. I actually spoke with a microphone and speaker to many strangers who were quite nice and fascinating to talk to.

 

The structure of that video game was far more social than social networks have been for years. The passage of time plays an important role as well since there is gardening involved, day and night, seasons, holidays, special events, and extremely convincing conversation to where, although these are cartoon style animals, the chat feels as if one is in a real town with real individuals. Even if you wrote your neighbours an incomprehensible letter they would notice that it was incomprehensible. In comparison it feels far more like real life than social networks do, as if those networks are a less advanced and poorly engineered video game.

 

I was sated for comfort with Animal Crossing during a time so many others were being swayed into using a style of video game which encouraged less use of skills in the art of conversation than my cartoon birds, bears and cats were achieving in a fictional world that had been manufactured for Nintendo.

 

That’s what’s scary. I didn’t question a lack of comments for The Pit in most of 2013 because, not knowing about the traffic graph, I presumed no one had bothered with the textual version yet, or those who did decided it wasn’t their cup of tea. I had no idea people online were losing something that the “neighbours” in my Animal Crossing town had an automatic ability to do with programming which was that sophisticated. Video games were bringing forth fictional characters that could be more human than humans themselves.

 

It’s little wonder what is happening to us now echoes so many speculative and science-fiction stories. When I get a message with a lewd request I think, “What is this? ‘Logan’s Run?”

 

And this is also why some of us were taught those stories in school: to prepare us. I first read “The War of The Worlds” radio script in my 6th grade text book. (I got a cassette copy a year or two later.) Don’t believe everything you hear on the radio, folks! Similar stunts are done with television and now? “Don’t believe anything you read on the net. Except this. Well, including this, I suppose.” – Douglas Adams.

 

My Mum mentioned social media reminded her of “The Game” episode on Star Trek: The Next Generation. My friend, Melissa, was reminded of “Invasion of The Body Snatchers”. With the fandom politics trying to assimilate fans to a non-canon pairing? I’ve been reminded of George Orwell’s “Animal Farm”. And of course with the gas-lighting I heard and read on multiple levels, being told so much that obviously is untrue in real life and fiction? “1984” by George Orwell. Right now science-fiction and reality are blending too close for my own comfort!

 

It shows me how much I have come to truly admire Doctor Julia Hoffman. It isn’t likely she was pushed into becoming a doctor due to parental or peer-pressure. Against the expectations of her time period she became a doctor for herself. Another reason I appreciate Helena, Tiffany and Cassie writing on this web log to me about their longing for the Julia/Barnabas pairing, which is a healthy one in words to the effect of, “I enjoy it for me. It’s not for everyone.” This is what choice is all about and the freedom of that choice. Being different. That’s my own personal love for Doctor Hoffman. ❤

 


 

But for owning up to mistakes? I’m not sure what to advise. Perhaps you might go through old records, messages you’ve sent in a format that no one will distract you from them? Take steps into the last five years of what you’ve been saying or doing. Stop worrying about what everyone else is saying and concern yourself with yourself. That’s one thing this idea of constantly being “connected” ruined for us: Me-Time. Who wouldn’t go crazy starving for that?

 


 

Barnabas Collins was once dearly loved and one reason why is because he was sensitive, self-deprecating, loved his family and friends, turned from villain to anti-hero and then became the hero. A most progressive character. So progressive I can’t think of another that tops him. Like other vampires that came after him, he was aware of his curse, dreading the need to be a life that feeds off of other lives.

 

If that sounds familiar it ought to, because that is what we are. You don’t see cats in a state of remorse over a bird they’ve hunted down. It’s humans who have that remorse. We are the vampires feeding off of animals, but in other ways we also feed off of each other.

 

Why make a social network addictive? Money. Why make tasty food that isn’t nutritious for our fellow man? Profit. Why produce and sell movies interlaced with violence and spite? To catch viewers attention and increase the cash flow.

 


 

So if anyone has felt like a vampire enjoying The Pit of Ultimate Dark Shadows and hiding that you do? Barnabas Collins is the perfect role-model I can advise. Perhaps we can learn to love him again and not despise him so much. He does enough despising of himself on the show as it is.

Until next time? Play a video game, don’t let a video game play you. Turn off your smartphone, and log-out of your “social” network. Then find a really good game of solitaire and enjoy yourself. 🙂

 

Instructional Manual (April/May 2018)

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Basic information for various sites for this series and how to use them to comment on episodes; this is mainly in the direction of the url      https://thepitofultimatedarkshadows.wordpress.com/

Plenty of guidance in how to use these sites. Welcoming if a listener only wants to focus on a single character, fandom or cameo.

Old internet rules for The Pit Crew. What makes me happiest: Commentary. Examples: My reading of Tito’s commentary for “Episode 5: Saving Pop” and Lisa’s commentary for “Episode 15: A Blundering Succubus”. Some examination of Willie and Sarah’s interactions, as well as Maggie merging her memories together.

Discussion of the “Dark Shadows” movie and Lisa’s wonderful reaction to that, and how I altered my offering to introducing more people to the series when it became more easily available. Social media, where it comes from, and how complaining about the people in areas that it comes from is paradoxical to our current social behaviour. (If one hates people on the West Coast, how is it applicable to use the addictive social tools they build to complain about them?)

How critiquing once had socially redeeming value and then degenerated into “bash-culture”, which is, ultimately, bad for your health. Pen pal information for L.W.A. and how Hidden Object and I maintained our friendship. The importance of correspondence. Our natural reactions to light and movement.

My struggle against social media addiction and the rewarding results. Helping a new fan of Dark Shadows and sending DVDs to her of the original series while comparing what she already knew. Consideration of villains and how they blend in to the storytelling. The importance of villains in stories, basic and complicated concepts. News about Auntie, too. How, oddly in this age, letter-writing is managing better than solely using the internet.


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Lyrics for our pen friends in this project:

Celebrate the pale dawn, celebrate the birdsong,
Celebrate, this is your time,
Although we live in the wreckage and on the faultlines.

And everything we own is not everything we are,
With every word we breathe, we live, we live again.

Celebrate, there is no fear now,
There is no fear now for us to feel.
Celebrate, there is no fear now,
There is no fear now for us to feel,
For us to feel.

 

(The London) Suede “Faultlines”