So my (M) birthday is today. I'm writing this at 1:35 in the morning because they've kept me up all night. I invited two of my friends to sleep over and party, and overall they were a little rowdy but nothing I couldn't handle with a "please don't." We watched a movie and everything was fine, but at the end they started getting even more rowdy, even getting things from my room and throwing them around while wrestling each other. One of them, lets call him OK (okay kid) was fine, if a little more rowdy than I would have liked, but EK (entitled kid) was a total nightmare. He kept randomly unplugging things and throwing a ball that I had in my closet anywhere and everywhere, which knocked a lamp, a porcelain sea lion, a custom carved wood ship, and a wooden piggybank off of my 5ft. high wardrobe. He then proceded to find anything that I would see as expensive and also throw that! He kicked my bed all night, and I finally snapped. I yelled at him to "f*cking stop it," in which he yelled at me back (paraphrased, I cant remember exactly) "You're so entitled!! You've yelled at me a billion times to 'don't do this' or 'don't do that'" (admittedly, I have, but only when he violated my rules, and these were top-tier violations involving expensive things I own). I also have multiple more than 1000 piece lego sets in my room (thank god he didn't hit those). He also went on to yell at me about "all he's done for me" including, and not pertaining to: taking random batteries out of everything to get one thing working and then breaking the house rules about that one thing, letting me sleep on his bed the one night he invited me over (I had brought a sleeping bag and an air mattress and protested a lot), "entertaining my neighbors" (one of my other friends lives a street down) in which he took my most expensive, easiest to break and/or lose or break bullets, and a bunch of my other expensive nerf guns, and when I came out to confront him about it, he RAN AWAY with MY NERF GUNS and then accused me of being a jerk because I just left him outside (bc i was mad). Currently he is sleeping on the couch (not because I told him to, it was of his own free will), is sulking down there with OK, and just unplugged a bunch of stuff and took it down there with him. That's all so far, if I get more content I will update, I hope you had fun listening to my rant, peace out.

I have a rough draft of a conversation my MC has with a beggar that helps her evade soldiers. I would like any feedback on how to make it better.
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Cecilia looked at the beggar. His hair was thick and coarse, twisted in long locks over his face. His beard was twisted in a loose knot and his umber skin was lightened by years under Otril's sunless sky. The beggar wore ragged clothes with a thick wool cloak wrapped around his thin frame.
"Who are you? I have a hard time believing a beggar would just help any random person." She said, peering over the stack of wood they hid behind.
The beggar sat back against the wall. Cecilia looked back at him and raised an eyebrow.
"Is it truly too hard to believe I am just a kind person?"
Cecilia sighed and joined him against the wall. "In my experience, yes. Everyone has a motive, including me."
A thin smile stretched across the beggar's face. He twisted a thin band on his finger.
"You remind me of someone I used to know. In my home country, a thought like that was law."
"Your home country?"
The man nodded. "A country far south, on a whole other mass of land. People around nicknamed it the Bloodlands, but I called my home Akai."
"The Bloodlands?" Cecilia said, frowning. "That seems concerning."
The man laughed. "You are not the first to say that. Akai earned that name from the way a new ruler is chosen. All of the ruler's children fight in the King's duel, and many died."
"That sounds horrible."
The man paused, letting the silence fill the air. Finally he let out a long sigh.
"It was, I should know since I took part in one."
"You did?"
"Yes, I am a former prince of Akai, Jay Seax."
Cecilia thought for a moment, thinking of the absurdity. Why would a prince of a far kingdom be begging in the streets of an empty city?
"Why is a prince in Aarsel?" She asked.
Jay laughed lightly. "I am no longer a prince, I lost that title when my sister exiled me to appease the Empress of Len-Than. I was sent over here with nothing, no title, no money, nobody to rely on."
Cecilia frowned. She could empathize with Jay. The silence stretched in-between the two as minutes passed by.
After a while, Cecilia spoke. "I lost everything too."
Jay turned his head, meeting her eyes. "Oh? How so?"
"I am the daughter of the former head of Otril. When I was thirteen, the lord of the new head house, Simon Guillaume, destroyed my family. I lost everything I ever knew."
Jay was silent for a moment before letting out a bitter laugh. "The noble will always fall to the arrogant."
"What?"
Jay shook his head. "Something my sister used to say: The noble will always fall to the arrogant, so it is their job to rise from the ashes of tragedy."
"She sounds wise," Cecilia said, smiling.
"She is, I just wish I listened to her when I was younger."
With a heavy sigh, Jay stood up. He offered out a hand and helped Cecilia to her feet.
"I think the soldiers are gone," He said looking around. "We should go."

CHAPTER VIII
KITE
They marched through the darkness for a while, with Kite doing his best to lead the way in the dim light. Eventually, his nose detected a foul smell, and when he reported it, Leo told him to describe it. It took him a second to find the right words, but he eventually said, “Well… it smells like that bottle we found back at the dewfarm.” Leo perked up at that. “We’re going that way then.” Kite didn’t like the sound of that. “Wasn’t that water… not water?”
“Something like that. We need to go that way.”
“Whatever. The smell’s faint, but it’s getting stronger in… this direction.” He pointed, and began to walk in that direction. After a few twists and turns through the Underdune, Kite saw a glimmer of light beginning to poke through. “We’ve got light.” He called back. Leo and Alouette both nodded, and Kite led the way to a ramp leading up into the light. As soon as he exited back out into the light of day, he stopped before he fell into a sea of black water. He did a quick rotation to try and get his bearings, and saw that they had exited into a small island in a sea of blackness. At least, it seemed like it. There were many small islands poking out of the water, and as he looked around, he saw a couple of buildings erected out of it. Leo exited next, and took his own look around. “Hmph. It’s a different part than we’d been through.”
“So you have no idea where we are.”
“Nope. Not a clue, except that we’re obviously in the Blacklands.”
“Well…” Kite asked, looking at the water with grim trepidation. “What now?”
“Let’s go check out the buildings.” Ploob came out next, and grimly shook his head. “Nope. Nope. Nope. Metal and Water don’t mix. You all go on. I’ll wait right here.” Leo turned, and glared at Ploob. “It’s not water. I don’t know what it is, but it’s not water.”
“So? Is that supposed to make me want to go in it? I don’t know what’s in it.”
“That’s right. You don’t. But it’s either that, or go back into the Underdune alone.” Leo gave him a half smirk, before turning back. “Your choice.” He called, jogging ahead to catch up to Alouette and Kite. Kite heard Ploob groan in disgust before following. They walked to the edge of the island, and jumped down into the water. Kite sniffed the water experimentally, and curled his lip in disgust. “What the hells is this? This isn’t any kind of water I’ve ever seen.”
“It’s cursed water.” Leo bluntly stated. “Something big died a long, long time ago, and it cursed the land around here.” What? Cursed water, corrupted by the death of some figure centuries, or even millennia ago? Kite’s brain began turning those details with all his studies about the Great Blood War. Was it possible that this accursed land (or lack thereof) used to be free and clear? Was this the Great Blue? The ancient legends said that the Great Blue was a hydro-utopia, free of all imperfections and guarded by the Great Wyrms who dwelled in it. He knew that those Wyrms were still alive. Putting those inconsistencies together proved that this wasn’t his goal, but it was getting closer. Something to study when he got the chance. However, right now he had to focus on trudging through this waist-high water, and the horrible sensations that were singing his flesh. At least it felt that way. When they finally managed to clamber over to the wooden dock, he gratefully accepted Alouette’s hand to help him out of the water. Only then did he realize what was happening. There were thousands of little bite marks all over his skin, weaving through the robes he wore. In fact, the robes were covered in small dark splotches that disappeared as he shook around. “Fucking hells. What’s in that water?”
“Parasites.” Leo answered, sweeping down his legs. “They live in there, and eat anything that stays in it too long.”
“Ugh!” Kite called, patting himself down to try and get as many of them off him as possible. Their bites began to burn slightly, then growing steadily more irritable as time passed. “Gods above…”
“Hey, look on the bright side. At least they’re not poisonous.” Leo chimed. Kite glared at him. “I really hope at least a few snuck down below.”
“They’re everywhere, man. Come on, let’s check this place out.” Kite tried to follow, but these bug-bites were getting really annoying. Alouette seemed to notice, and smiled at Kite. “I’ve got you.” She called, and clutched at her necklace. A soft yellow glow emanated from Alouette which spread over to Kite, and he felt a warmth overtake him. Wherever it went, the itchiness and irritation faded to nothingness. “Ah. Thanks, Alouette.”
“Don’t mention it.” She grinned back. They moved as a group to a small collection of huts that jutted out of the water next to a half-sunken tower. Kite walked over to the closest hut’s door, and tried the handle. “Locked.” He reported. Alouette moved close, raising her mace, but stepped back when Leo shook his head at her. Instead, Leo raised his hand, and with a flick of his wrist, produced a small glowing white glove. It floated ahead of the group, and slid its way under the door. Within a few seconds, Kite heard a soft “click”, and the door swung open. “Right. We’re in.” Leo called. Kite nodded, and entered the small hut. The hut was pretty bare, with a small bedroll laid out in the corner. Kite moved closer and carefully pulled back the cover. “Oh gods…” he muttered as a humanoid skeleton rolled out. Alouette walked over at the sound, and slowly shook her head. “Poor bastard.”
“He’s been here a while. Two centuries at the least. There’s not a drop of moisture in these bones.” Kite said aloud, picking up the femur. He turned when Leo said, “He was a soldier. Likely perished when the beast that cursed this land died.”
“Where’d you guess that?” Kite asked. Leo pointed to a rusted sword-hilt peeking out from the edge of the bedroll. “This place is as abandoned as it gets. Even the Vultures don’t like this place.”
“So why are we here then?” Ploob asked, exasperatedly. “Because this isn’t the only place here.”
“I get the feeling you know something more about this place.” Kite said, turning back to Leo. Leo didn’t smile, but Kite could feel his smug demeanor through the air between them. “I might. I might not.”
“Would you be so kind as to inform us then, so we aren’t caught unawares like this guy?” Kite asked with a frown on his face. Leo rolled his eyes. “Sure thing. Bring me a parchment and quill, and I’ll write out the entire history of this place, dating back all the way to the Great Blood War.” Kite raised an eyebrow. “You know that much, huh?”
“Let me put it this way. I know some things. I know some things about this place. I know some things about the thing that died here. Do I want to know? No. Do I want to tell you? No. Do I know where we need to go? Yes.”
“Well then, if you’re being so tight-lipped, where do we need to go?”
“I can feel… I sort of know where we’re going.” Kite raised his hands in exasperation. “Great. We’re just stumbling around in this gods-forsaken wasteland, and you don’t even fucking know where we’re going.” A frown appeared on Leo’s face. “Hey, I didn’t ask for this shit. You think I actually like being stuck in a swamp full of parasites? If I had my way, I’d be off doing anything, and I mean, ANYTHING else. If you don’t like it, you can either shut up, or leave. I’m not forcing you to be here.” Kite growled, and let one of his claws emerge. “Maybe I will.” He shot back. “Fine! Go. You’ll be dead within a day.” Leo waved him away, and Kite unsheathed the rest of his claws. “Kite! Don’t. It’s not worth it. Leo’s right. We can’t afford to split up now!” Alouette pleaded to him. With her insistence, Kite was able to think past his frustrations. They were right. Both of them. Kite retracted his claws, and nodded. “I’m sorry. You’re right. You’re right. It’s just… I hate not having control. I hate not knowing where we’re going.” Leo seemed to relax a little, and nodded sympathetically. “Yeah, I know the feeling. We’re getting closer, though. Once we’re done, we just keep going in this direction.” Kite nodded, and they went to check out the other houses. The next one was a sort of fishery, with racks of strange fishes lining the walls. There were buckets, rods, and bait all spread out haphazardly across the floor, and Kite went to examine the fish a bit more. To be fair, fish were a rarity that he’d read more about then actually seen. These matched no description he’d ever read. These fish were about as large as him, and looked quite heavy. He touched it, and marveled at the strange, slimy sensation of the scales on the outside. Kite opened the lower lip, and studied the sharp fangs in the fish’s mouth. They looked like they could seriously tear something up. Kite decided that this fish shouldn’t go to waste. He unsheathed a single claw, and tore one of the teeth from the jaw. He pocketed the tooth, and followed Leo out, who had apparently decided there wasn’t much to keep him interested here. Together, the group continued on through the muck, and failing passageways. “Hells sakes. Couldn’t they have included some guardrails?” Kite called after nearly falling when a plank broke beneath him. Leo smirked back. “Where’s the excitement in that?” Kite shrugged. “Better that than fall in.”
“Yeah, you’re telling me.” Leo said. Skib suddenly pointed ahead. “Skib thinks he sees it.” Kite craned his neck and thought he could make out the top of some kind of structure way out in the distance. “What is that?” Kite asked. Leo answered, “You’ll see soon. You’re going to love it.” Kite was sure he wasn’t. They continued trekking forwards, and the structure began to be revealed. It was a massive pyramid, surrounded on the lowest base by a curled tail of a slightly smaller wyrm. However, as they approached, the stench of death began to wave through the air. Kite had to pause every now and then to prevent himself from vomiting up his last meal. The other humanoids didn’t seem much better, with Alouette and Leo pulling clips from somewhere to plug their nose. “Can I get one of those?” Kite asked Leo. After a brief eyeroll, Leo pulled another one from his pack and handed it over. Kite plugged his nose, and tried to continue onwards. Soon, they could see the entire corpse wrapped around the pyramid. “Gods above…” Kite said. The massive Wyrm’s inky black skin was riddled with holes from centuries, if not millennia of decay. Only the gods could truly know. Skib slowly approached the dead Wyrm, and began to scrape the side with his claws. “Uh… Skib? Whatcha doing?” Kite called, only to watch as Skib pulled a vial from his bag and collecting some kind of dark liquid from the Wyrm. He then turned to Leo and nodded. What was that about? Kite followed Leo and Skib as they walked around the side of the pyramid, and began to scale the outside. Skib was tall enough to simply pull himself up each side, before turning back to help Leo up. He in turn, helped Alouette up, who helped Kite up. Ploob, meanwhile, simply rode his Rust Beast directly up the side. For once, Ploob took the lead. He whooped in excitement, and turned in his seat to look at the others. “See ya at the top, slowpokes!” He called. Kite shook his head in disgust, trying his best not to slow down, while simultaneously trying not to show how exhausted he was getting. It had been a long day, and he was rapidly approaching the limit of his stamina reserves. Alouette turned, and helped him up another step. “Come on, Kite. We’re nearly there.” She was right. Just four more, and they’d be at the top. He nodded breathlessly, and continued climbing. After four more exertions, they reached the top of the Pyramid. There, they all looked confusedly at a half-broken wooden door. “Uh… what does your sense tell you?” Kite says, letting his concern appear on his face. “We go in.” Leo says, kicking in the half a door. They walked inside, and Kite’s eyes took a second to adjust to the darkness inside. The light shining through the door illuminated a rickety elevator made of wood, a lever, and a single rusting chain. Skib didn’t even hesitate. He strode past everyone, and stood on the elevator. “Skib will operate it.” He said. Alouette looked at the chain with hesitation, and growing concern. “Skib, I don’t think that chain will hold.”
“Nonsense.” Skib replied, jumping up to grab ahold. He hung there on the chain for a solid minute before jumping back down onto the elevator. “Look. Safe.” He said. That seemed to be enough for Ploob who brushed past Kite and Leo to join Skib on the elevator. The elevator groaned in protest, and Skib flicked the lever. With a shudder, the elevator slowly started to descend into the darkness below. Kite looked at Alouette. “See? Skib knows what he was talking about.” Right as he finished saying that, the chain snapped, and the elevator collapsed into the darkness below.

If you come here Seeking inspiration, Seek elsewhere... I need it Just as much as you do... I am surrounded by mirrors, But I can only see my surroundings... I see no reflection... I am a watcher And a wanderer... Both the observer And the observed, Camouflaged By apparent indifference... There is a heart In there Somewhere, I can feel it beating, And a soul that aches For Something it Struggles to name, But I feel These nameless things... Strange stirrings Again... It happens in cycles... Mary Shelley's creature Would understand All too clearly... I don't know What I am, Or who I am, But I feel... I don't know Why I am here, Or why I was formed, Do any of us? Really? But here I am... I used to pour out What I thought was my soul On coffee house stages To Strangers... Some became Fair weather friends... Could they see me? Now I pour out What I think is my soul To strangers In this online blog... A few old friends Give it a glance... A few can even see me... Sometimes I envy them, Because sometimes, As I have already said, I can't see me... Surrounded by mirrors, And I can't see me... If the Universe, It's totality, Every dimension, Every particle, And every bit of matter, Light and dark, Had a consciousness, Can it see itself? Or is it sleeping, Like Lovecraft's Azathoth, Dumbly dreaming us Into existence... Am I dreaming this? Am I real, Or velveteen? Does it matter? Regardless, One foot in front of the other, The millipede Slowly moves on With smooth undulations... I live in the mystery... I have no choice, But to do so... I am unremarkable, Because we all live here, No matter The level of consciousness Or awareness... Whether you appreciate it or not, All the beauty, And all of the ugly... It's Just nature Doing it's thing... Maybe I'll see you there, Before the lights go down At the coffee house... Maybe I'll see myself In the reflection of your eyes...

https://jsyandow.blogspot.com/2023/02/if-you-come-here-seeking-inspiration.html

If you come here Seeking inspiration, Seek elsewhere... I need it Just as much as you do... I am surrounded by mirrors, But I can only see my surroundings... I see no reflection... I am a watcher And a wanderer... Both the observer And the observed, Camouflaged By apparent indifference... There is a heart In there Somewhere, I can feel it beating, And a soul that aches For Something it Struggles to name, But I feel These nameless things... Strange stirrings Again... It happens in cycles... Mary Shelley's creature Would understand All too clearly... I don't know What I am, Or who I am, But I feel... I don't know Why I am here, Or why I was formed, Do any of us? Really? But here I am... I used to pour out What I thought was my soul On coffee house stages To Strangers... Some became Fair weather friends... Could they see me? Now I pour out What I think is my soul To strangers In this online blog... A few old friends Give it a glance... A few can even see me... Sometimes I envy them, Because sometimes, As I have already said, I can't see me... Surrounded by mirrors, And I can't see me... If the Universe, It's totality, Every dimension, Every particle, And every bit of matter, Light and dark, Had a consciousness, Can it see itself? Or is it sleeping, Like Lovecraft's Azathoth, Dumbly dreaming us Into existence... Am I dreaming this? Am I real, Or velveteen? Does it matter? Regardless, One foot in front of the other, The millipede Slowly moves on With smooth undulations... I live in the mystery... I have no choice, But to do so... I am unremarkable, Because we all live here, No matter The level of consciousness Or awareness... Whether you appreciate it or not, All the beauty, And all of the ugly... It's Just nature Doing it's thing... Maybe I'll see you there, Before the lights go down At the coffee house... Maybe I'll see myself In the reflection of your eyes...

https://jsyandow.blogspot.com/2023/02/if-you-come-here-seeking-inspiration.html

(All Airtimes E.S.T.)
SAT APR 01
(12:00AM) Poltergeist (1982/1h 54m/HorroTobe Hooper)
(2:00AM) What Ever Happened to Baby Jane? (1962/2h 12m/HorroRobert Aldrich)
(4:15AM) Bride of Frankenstein (1935/1h 15m/HorroJames Whale)
(6:00AM) Beau Brummel (1924/1h 20m/Silent/Harry Beaumont)
(8:30AM) Disraeli (1929/1h 30m/Drama/Alfred E. Green)
(10:00AM) Noah's Ark (1929/1h 15m/Drama/Michael Curtiz)
(12:00PM) The Dawn Patrol (1930/1h 35m/Drama/Howard Hawks)
(2:00PM) Night Nurse (1931/1h 12m/Drama/William A. Wellman)
(3:30PM) Jewel Robbery (1932/1h 10m/Romance/William Dieterle)
(4:45PM) Blessed Event (1932/1h 23m/Comedy/Roy Del Ruth)
(6:30PM) Employee's Entrance (1933/1h 15m/Drama/Roy Del Ruth)
Hollywood Steps Out (1941/0h 8m/Animated Short/Fred “Tex” Avery)
(8:00PM) The Brothers Warner (2007/1h 34m/Documentary/Cass Warner)
(9:45PM) Clash of the Wolves (1925/1h 13m/Silent/Noel Mason Smith)
(11:15PM) The Invention of Cinema: Cinema Finds Its Voice (2022/Dcocumentary)
SUN APR 02
(12:30AM) Gus Arnheim and His Cocoanut Grove Orchestra (1928/0h 9m/Short/?)
(12:30AM) Baby Rose Marie the Child Wonder (1929/0h 8m/Short/Bryan Foy)
(12:30AM) Lambchops (1929/0h 7m/Comedy/Murray Roth)
(1:15AM) The Jazz Singer (1927/1h 36m/Musical/Alan Crosland)
(3:00AM) Don Juan (1926/1h 51m/Silent/Alan Crosland)
(5:00AM) Lights of New York (1928/0h 57m/Crime/Bryan Foy)
(6:30AM) Little Caesar (1930/1h 20m/Crime/Mervyn Le Roy)
(8:30AM) 'G' Men (1935/1h 25m/Crime/William Keighley)
(10:15AM) Bullets or Ballots (1936/1h 17m/Crime/William Keighley)
(2:00PM) High Sierra (1941/1h 40m/Crime/Raoul Walsh)
(4:00PM) Key Largo (1948/1h 41m/Crime/John Huston)
Racketeer Rabbit (1946/0h 8m/Animated Short/Friz Freleng)
(6:00PM) Larceny, Inc. (1942/1h 35m/Comedy/Lloyd Bacon)
Bugsy and Mugsy (1957/0h 7m/Animated Short/Friz Freleng)
(8:00PM) The Public Enemy (1931/1h 14m/Crime/William A. Wellman)
The Scarlet Pumpernickel (1950/0h 7m/Animated Short/Chuck Jones)
(9:45PM) Jack L. Warner: The Last Mogul (1993/1h 44m/Documentary/Gregory Orr)
(11:45PM) Baby Face (1933/1h 16m/Drama/Alfred E. Green)
MON APR 03
(1:15AM) One Way Passage (1932/1h 9m/Drama/Tay Garnett)
(2:45AM) Two Seconds (1932/1h 8m/Mervyn Le Roy)
(4:15AM) Life Begins (1932/1h 11m/Drama/James Flood)
(5:30AM) Fashions of 1934 (1934/1h 18m/Musical/William Dieterle)
(7:00AM) Dames (1934/1h 30m/Musical/Ray Enright)
(8:45AM) Gold Diggers of 1937 (1936/1h 40m/Musical/Lloyd Bacon)
(10:30AM) Max Steiner: Maestro of Movie Music (2019/2h 0m//Documentary/Diana Friedberg)
(12:45PM) The Adventures of Mark Twain (1944/2h 10m/Drama/Irving Rapper)
Rhapsody Rabbit (1947/0h 7m/Animated Short/Friz Freleng)
(3:15PM) Rhapsody in Blue (1945/2h 19m/Musical/Irving Rapper)
(5:45PM) Helen of Troy (1956/1h 58m/Epic/Robert Wise)
Big House Bunny (1950/0h 7m/Animated Short/Friz Freleng)
(8:00PM) Safe in Hell (1931/1h 13m/Drama/William A. Wellman)
(9:30PM) Heroes for Sale (1933/1h 13m/Drama/William A. Wellman)
Page Miss Glory (1936/0h 8m/Animated Short/Fred “Tex” Avery)
(11:00PM) Page Miss Glory (1935/1h 33m/Comedy/Mervyn Le Roy)
TUE APR 04
(12:45AM) Anthony Adverse (1936/2h 16m/Adventure/Mervyn Le Roy)
(3:15AM) Marked Woman (1937/1h 36m/Drama/Lloyd Bacon)
(5:00AM) Cain And Mabel (1936/1h 30m/Comedy/Lloyd Bacon)
(6:30AM) The Great Divide (1929/1h 12m/Western/Reginald Barker)
(7:45AM) The Truth About Youth (1930/1h 7m/Drama/William Seiter)
(9:00AM) My Past (1931/1h 23m/Romance/Roy Del Ruth)
(10:15AM) The Maltese Falcon (1931/1h 15m/Crime/Roy Del Ruth)
(11:45AM) Madame Du Barry (1934/1h 19m/Drama/William Dieterle)
(1:15PM) In Caliente (1935/1h 24m/Musical/Lloyd Bacon)
(2:45PM) Love Is A Racket (1932/1h 12m/Drama/William A. Wellman)
(4:00PM) Murder in the Clouds (1934/1h 1m/Adventure/D. Ross Lederman)
(5:15PM) Smart Blonde (1936/0h 59m/Frank Mcdonald)
(6:30PM) Little Big Shot (1935/1h 18m/Drama/Michael Curtiz)
Stage Door Cartoon (1944/0h 8m/Animated Short/Friz Freleng)
(8:00PM) 42nd Street (1933/1h 25m/Musical/Lloyd Bacon)
(10:00PM) Gold Diggers of 1933 (1933/1h 36m/Musical/Mervyn Le Roy)
(11:45PM) Footlight Parade (1933/1h 42m/Musical/Lloyd Bacon)
WED APR 05
(1:45AM) Three on a Match (1932/1h 4m/Drama/Mervyn Le Roy)
(3:00AM) Mary Stevens, M.D. (1933/1h 12m/Drama/Lloyd Bacon)
(4:30AM) I Found Stella Parish (1935/1h 24m/Drama/Mervyn Le Roy)
(6:00AM) When a Man Loves (1927/1h 52m/Silent/Alan Crosland)
(8:00AM) Svengali (1931/1h 16m/HorroArchie Mayo)
(9:30AM) You Said A Mouthful (1932/1h 15m/Comedy/Lloyd Bacon)
Porky’s Baseball Broadcast (1940/0h 7m/Animated Short/Friz Freleng)
(11:00AM) Elmer The Great (1933/1h 14m/Comedy/Mervyn Le Roy)
(12:30PM) Oil For The Lamps Of China (1935/1h 50m/Adventure/Mervyn Le Roy)
(2:30PM) The Great O'Malley (1937/1h 11m/Drama/William Dieterle)
(4:00PM) Flirtation Walk (1934/1h 37m/Musical/Frank Borzage)
(6:00PM) Gold Diggers of 1935 (1935/1h 35m/Musical/Busby Berkeley)
Buccaneer Bunny (1948/0h 7m/Animated Short/Friz Freleng)
(8:00PM) The Sea Wolf (1941/1h 40m/Adventure/Michael Curtiz)
(9:45PM) Brother Orchid (1940/1h 30m/Crime/Lloyd Bacon)
(11:30PM) The Life of Emile Zola (1937/2h 3m/Drama/William Dieterle)
THU APR 06
(1:45AM) The Story of Louis Pasteur (1936/1h 25m/Drama/William Dieterle)
(3:30AM) So Big (1932/1h 30m/Drama/William A. Wellman)
(5:00AM) From Headquarters (1933/1h 4m/Crime/William Dieterle)
(6:30AM) The Corn Is Green (1945/1h 54m/Drama/Irving Rapper)
(8:30AM) Our Miss Brooks (1956/1h 25m/Comedy/Al Lewis)
(10:00AM) Up The Down Staircase (1967/2h 4m/Drama/Robert Mulligan)
(12:15PM) Jim Thorpe: All American (1951/1h 47m/Drama/Michael Curtiz)
Baseball Bugs (1946/0h 7m/Animated Short/Friz Freleng)
(2:15PM) The Winning Team (1952/1h 38m/Drama/Lewis Seiler)
(4:00PM) Trouble Along the Way (1953/1h 50m/Comedy/Michael Curtiz)
(6:00PM) One on One (1977/1h 38m/Drama/Lamont Johnson)
Rabbit Hood (1949/0h 8m/Animated Short/Chuck Jones)
(8:00PM) The Adventures of Robin Hood (1938/1h 42m/Adventure/Michael Curtiz)
(10:00PM) Life with Father (1947/1h 58m/Comedy/Michael Curtiz)
FRI APR 07
(12:15AM) Jezebel (1938/1h 44m/Drama/William Wyler)
(2:15AM) The Letter (1940/1h 37m/Drama/William Wyler)
(4:00AM) Bordertown (1935/1h 30m/Drama/Archie Mayo)
(5:45AM) The Life Of Jimmy Dolan (1933/1h 10m/Drama/Archie Mayo)
(7:15AM) Moby Dick (1930/1h 15m/Adventure/Lloyd Bacon)
(8:45AM) The Old Man and the Sea (1958/1h 26m/Drama/John Sturges)
(10:15AM) The Fountainhead (1949/1h 54m/Drama/King Vidor)
(12:15PM) When Dinosaurs Ruled the Earth (1971/1h 40m/Adventure/Val Guest)
(2:00PM) -The Private Lives of Elizabeth and Essex** (1939/1h 46m/Romance/Michael Curtiz)
(4:15PM) Alexander Hamilton (1931/1h 13m/Drama/John G. Adolfi)
(5:30PM) The Charge of the Light Brigade (1936/1h 56m/Adventure/Michael Curtiz)
What’s Opera, Doc? (1957/0h 7m/Animated Short/Chuck Jones)
(8:00PM) They Won't Forget (1937/1h 30m/Drama/Mervyn Le Roy)
(10:00PM) Storm Warning (1951/1h 33m/Drama/Stuart Heisler)
SAT APR 08
(12:00AM) Confessions of a Nazi Spy (1939/1h 50m/Suspense/Anatole Litvak)
(2:00AM) I Am a Fugitive from a Chain Gang (1932/1h 12m/Drama/Mervyn Le Roy)
(4:00AM) The Mayor of Hell (1933/1h 20m/Crime/Archie Mayo)
(6:00AM) Wild Boys of the Road (1933/1h 17m/Drama/William A. Wellman)
(7:30AM) Kings Row (1942/2h 7m/Drama/Sam Wood)
A Mutt in a Rut (1959/0h 6m/Animated Short/Robert McKimson)
(10:00AM) Good-Bye, My Lady(1956/1h 35m/Drama/William A. Wellman)
(11:45AM) Splendor in the Grass (1961/2h 4m/Drama/Elia Kazan)
(2:00PM) The Learning Tree (1969/1h 47m/Drama/Gordon Parks)
(4:00PM) Summer of '42 (1971/1h 42m/Romance/Robert Mulligan)
(6:00PM) A Little Romance (1979/1h 48m/Romance/George Roy Hill)
Carrotblanca (1995/0h 8m/Animated Short/Douglas McCarthy)
(8:00PM) Casablanca (1942/1h 42m/Romance/Michael Curtiz)
(10:00PM) Destination Tokyo (1943/2h 15m/WaDelmer Daves)
SUN APR 9
(12:30AM) Objective, Burma! (1945/2h 22m/WaRaoul Walsh)
(3:00AM) This Is the Army (1943/1h 55m/Musical/Michael Curtiz)
(5:15AM) Across the Pacific (1942/1h 37m/Suspense/John Huston)
(7:00AM) The Green Pastures (1936/1h 30m/Drama/Marc Connelly)
(9:00AM) Sergeant York (1941/2h 14m/WaHoward Hawks)
Easter Yeggs (1947/0h 7m/Animated Short/Robert McKimson
(11:30AM) One Foot in Heaven (1941/1h 48m/Drama/Irving Rapper)
(1:30PM) The Miracle of Our Lady of Fatima (1952/1h 42m/Drama/John Brahm)
(3:15PM) The Nun's Story (1959/2h 29m/Drama/Fred Zinnemann)
(6:00PM) Oh, God! (1977/1h 44m/Comedy/Carl Reiner)
A Star is Bored (1956/0h 7m/Animated Short/Friz Freleng)
(8:00PM A Star Is Born (1954/2h 56m/Musical/George Cukor)
(11:15PM) A Lion Is in the Streets (1953/1h 28m/Drama/Raoul Walsh)
MON APR 10
(1:00AM) A Streetcar Named Desire (1951/2h 2m/Drama/Elia Kazan)
(3:15AM) The FBI Story (1959/2h 29m/Crime/Mervyn Le Roy)
(6:00AM) Crime Unlimited (1935/1h 12m/Crime/Ralph Ince)
(7:15AM) Something Always Happens (1934/1h 9m/Comedy/Michael Powell)
(8:30AM) Crown v. Stevens (1936/1h 5m/Crime/Michael Powell)
(9:45AM) Mr. Cohen Takes a Walk (1936/1h 19m/Comedy/William Beaudine)
(11:15AM) Jack L. Warner: The Last Mogul (1993/1h 44m/Documentary/Gregory Orr)
(1:15PM) The Curse of Frankenstein (1957/1h 22m/HorroTerence Fisher)
(2:45PM) Frankenstein Must Be Destroyed (1970/1h 37m/HorroTerence Fisher)
Hair-Raising Hare (1946/0h 7m/Animated Short/Chuck Jones)
(6:15PM) Taste the Blood of Dracula (1970/1h 35m/HorroPeter Sasdy)
14 Carrot Rabbit (1952/0h 7m/Animated Short/Friz Freleng)
(8:00PM) The Treasure of the Sierra Madre (1948/2h 6m/Adventure/John Huston)
(10:45PM) In This Our Life (1942/1h 37m/Drama/John Huston)
TUE APR 11
(12:30AM) The True Adventures of Raoul Walsh (2014/1h 35m/Documentary/Marilyn Ann Ross)
(2:30AM) The Roaring Twenties (1939/1h 44m/Crime/Raoul Walsh)
(4:30AM) Juarez (1939/2h 12m/Drama/William Dieterle)
(6:45AM) Dr. Ehrlich's Magic Bullet (1940/1h 43m/Drama/William Dieterle)
(8:30AM) Yes, My Darling Daughter (1939/1h 26m/Comedy/William Keighley)
(10:15AM) Arsenic and Old Lace (1944/1h 58m/Comedy/Frank Capra)
(12:30PM) Out of the Fog (1941/1h 33m/Crime/Anatole Litvak)
(2:30PM) The Hard Way (1942/1h 49m/Drama/Vincent Sherman)
(4:30PM) Scandal: The Trial of Mary Astor (2018/1h 2m/Documentary/Alexa Foreman)
(6:00PM) The Great Lie (1941/1h 47m/Drama/Edmund Goulding)
Tweety’s S.O.S. (1951/0h 7m/Animated Short/Friz Freleng)
(8:00PM) Now, Voyager (1942/1h 57m/Romance/Irving Rapper)
(10:15PM) Dark Victory (1939/1h 46m/Romance/Edmund Goulding)
WED APR 12
(12:15AM) The Strawberry Blonde (1941/1h 37m/Comedy/Raoul Walsh)
(2:30AM) Princess O'Rourke (1943/1h 34m/Comedy/Norman Krasna)
(4:15AM) City for Conquest (1940/1h 41m/Drama/Anatole Litvak)
(6:15AM) Nora Prentiss (1947/1h 51m/Drama/Vincent Sherman)
(8:15AM) Union Depot (1932/1h 15m/Drama/Alfred E. Green)
(9:30AM) Parachute Jumper (1933/1h 13m/Adventure/Alfred E. Green)
(11:15AM) They Made Me a Criminal (1939/1h 32m/Drama/Busby Berkeley)
(1:00PM) Air Force (1943/2h 4m/WaHoward Hawks)
(3:15PM) Passage to Marseille (1944/1h 49m/WaMichael Curtiz)
(5:15PM) Mr. Skeffington (1945/2h 7m/Drama/Vincent Sherman)
Bugs and Thugs (1954/0h 7m/Animated Short/Friz Freleng)
(8:00PM) White Heat (1949/1h 54m/Crime/Raoul Walsh)
Yankee Doodle Daffy (1943/0h 7m/Animated Short/Friz Freleng)
(10:30PM) Yankee Doodle Dandy (1942/2h 6m/Musical/Michael Curtiz)
THU APR 13
(12:45AM) Gentleman Jim (1942/1h 44m/Comedy/Raoul Walsh)
(2:45AM) The Sea Hawk (1940/2h 7m/Adventure/Michael Curtiz)
(5:00AM) Manpower (1941/1h 45m/Drama/Raoul Walsh)
(6:45AM) Background to Danger (1943/1h 20m/Suspense/Raoul Walsh)
(8:15AM) The Crowd Roars (1932/1h 25m/Adventure/Howard Hawks)
(9:45AM) They Drive by Night (1940/1h 33m/Drama/Raoul Walsh)
There Auto Be a Law (1953/0h 7m/Animated Short/Robert McKimson)
(11:30AM) Greased Lightning (1977/1h 36m/Biography/Michael Schultz)
(1:30PM) The Dawn Patrol (1938/1h 43m/WaEdmund Goulding)
(3:15PM) Chain Lightning (1950/1h 34m/Drama/Stuart Heisler)
Go Fly a Kit (1957/0h 7m/Animated Short/Chuck Jones)
(5:30PM) The Spirit of St. Louis (1957/2h 18m/Drama/Billy Wilder)
Drip-Along Daffy (1951/0h 7m/Animated Short/Chuck Jones)
(8:00PM) The Searchers (1956/1h 59m/Western/John Ford)
(10:15PM) Sergeant Rutledge (1960/1h 51m/Western/John Ford)
FRI APR 14
(12:15AM) America America (1963/2h 57m/Drama/Elia Kazan)
(3:15AM) The Arrangement (1969/2h 7m/Drama/Elia Kazan)
(6:00AM) Young Man with a Horn (1950/1h 52m/Romance/Michael Curtiz)
(8:00AM) Blues in the Night (1941/1h 28m/Drama/Anatole Litvak)
(9:30AM) Sparkle (1976/1h 38m/Drama/Sam O'Steen)
(11:30AM) Kisses for My President (1964/1h 53m/Comedy/Curtis Bernhardt)
(1:30PM) Flamingo Road (1949/1h 34m/Drama/Michael Curtiz)
(3:30PM) The Candidate (1972/1h 49m/Drama/Michael Ritchie)
Ballot Box Bunny (1951/0h 8m/Animated Short/Friz Freleng)
(5:30PM) A Face in the Crowd (1957/2h 6m/Drama/Elia Kazan)
Sahara Hare (1955/0h 7m/Animated Short/Friz Freleng and Chuck Jones)
(8:00PM) Land of the Pharaohs (1955/1h 46m/Adventure/Howard Hawks)
(10:00PM) Mister Roberts (1955/2h 3m/Comedy/John Ford)
SAT APR 15
(12:15AM) Dial ‘M’ For Murder (1954/1h 45m/Suspense/Alfred Hitchcock)
(2:15AM) House of Wax (1953/1h 28m/HorroAndre De Toth) - (4:00AM) The Bounty Hunter (1954/1h 19m/Western/Andre De Toth)
(5:30AM) Doctor X (1932/1h 16m/HorroMichael Curtiz)
(7:00AM) Mystery of the Wax Museum (1933/1h 12m/HorroMichael Curtiz)
Ant Pasted (1953/0h7m/Animated Short/Friz Freleng)
(9:00AM) Them! (1954/1h 34m/HorroGordon Douglas)
The Haunted Mouse (1941/0h 6m/Animated Short/Fred “Tex” Avery)
(11:00AM) The Bad Seed (1956/2h 9m/HorroMervyn Le Roy)
(1:30PM) Dead Ringer (1964/1h 55m/Suspense/Paul Henreid)
(3:30PM) What Ever Happened to Baby Jane? (1962/2h 12m/HorroRobert Aldrich)
(6:00PM) Wait Until Dark (1967/1h 48m/Suspense/Terence Young)
Lumber Jerks (1955/0h 7m/Animated Short/Friz Freleng)
(8:00PM) My Fair Lady (1964/2h 50m/Musical/George Cukor)
(11:00PM) The Music Man (1962/2h 31m/Musical/Morton Dacosta)
SUN APR 16
(1:45AM) Gypsy (1962/2h 29m/Musical/Mervyn Le Roy)
(4:15AM) Camelot (1967/2h 59m/Musical/Joshua Logan)
(8:00AM) The Petrified Forest (1936/1h 23m/Drama/Archie L. Mayo)
(9:30AM) Dark Passage (1947/1h 46m/Drama/Delmer Daves)
(11:30AM) Crime Wave (1954/1h 13m/Crime/Andre De Toth)
(1:00PM) Bullitt (1968/1h 54m/Crime/Peter Yates)
(3:30PM) The Yakuza (1974/1h 52m/Crime/Sydney Pollack)
(5:30PM) Dog Day Afternoon (1975/2h 10m/Crime/Sidney Lumet)
Rabbit Fire (1951/0h 7m/Animated Short/Chuck Jones)
(8:00PM) Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? (1966/2h 11m/Drama/Mike Nichol)
(10:30PM) Cool Hand Luke (1967/2h 9m/Drama/Stuart Rosenberg)
MON APR 17
(12:45AM) The Wild Bunch (1969/2h 28m/Western/Sam Peckinpah)
(3:15AM) Petulia (1968/1h 45m/Romance/Richard Lester)
(5:15AM) The Fox (1967/1h 50m/Drama/Mark Rydell)
(7:15AM) Gay Purr-ee (1962/1h 26m/Musical/Abe Levitow)
(8:45AM) Treasure Island (1973/1h 27m/Adventure/Norm Prescott)
(10:30AM) The Incredible Mr. Limpet (1964/1h 42m/Comedy/Arthur Lubin)
Swooner Crooner (1944/0h 7m/Animated Short/Frank Tashlin)
(12:30PM) Ocean's Eleven (1960/2h 7m/Comedy/Lewis Milestone)
(3:00PM) 4 for Texas (1963/2h 4m/Western/Robert Aldrich)
(5:15PM) Robin and the 7 Hoods (1964/2h 3m/Musical/Gordon Douglas)
**Bugs Bunny Rides Again (1948/0h 7m/Animated Short/Friz Freleng)
(8:00PM) Rio Bravo (1959/2h 21m/Western/Howard Hawks)
(10:30PM) The Big Sleep (1946/1h 54m/Film-NoiHoward Hawks)
TUE APR 18
Zipping Along (1953/0h 7m/Animated Short/Chuck Jones)
(1:00AM) Strangers on a Train (1951/1h 36m/Suspense/Alfred Hitchcock)
(3:00AM) I Confess (1953/1h 35m/Drama/Alfred Hitchcock)
(5:00AM) All Through the Night (1942/1h 47m/Comedy/Vincent Sherman)
(7:00AM) Old Acquaintance (1943/1h 50m/Drama/Vincent Sherman)
(9:00AM) The Male Animal (1942/1h 41m/Comedy/Elliott Nugent)
(10:45AM) Two Guys from Milwaukee (1946/1h 30m/Comedy/David Butler)
(12:15PM) Colorado Territory (1949/1h 34m/Western/Raoul Walsh)
(2:00PM) The West Point Story (1950/1h 47m/Musical/Roy Del Ruth)
(4:00PM) Johnny Belinda (1948/1h 42m/Drama/Jean Negulesco)
The Last Hungry Cat (1961/0h 7m/Animated Short/Friz Freleng and Hawley Pratt)
(6:00PM) Stage Fright (1950/1h 50m/Suspense/Alfred Hitchcock)
Duck Amuck (1953/0h 7m/Animated Short/Chuck Jones)
(8:00PM) Mildred Pierce (1945/1h 53m/Drama/Michael Curtiz)
(10:15PM) Joan Crawford: The Ultimate Movie Star (2002/1h 30m/Documentary/Peter Fitzgerald)
WED APR 19
(12:00AM) To Have and Have Not (1944/1h 40m/Romance/Howard Hawks)
(2:00AM) Harper (1966/2h 1m/Mystery/Jack Smight)
(4:15AM) Watch on the Rhine (1943/1h 54m/Drama/Herman Shumlin)
(6:15AM) Nobody Lives Forever (1946/1h 40m/Romance/Jean Negulesco)
(8:00AM) The Mask of Dimitrios (1944/1h 35m/Suspense/Jean Negulesco)
(10:00AM) Three Strangers (1946/1h 32m/Drama/Jean Negulesco)
(12:00PM) Knute American (1940/1h 38m/Drama/Lloyd Bacon)
(2:00PM) The Hasty Heart (1950/1h 39m/Drama/Vincent Sherman)
(3:45PM) Between Two Worlds (1944/1h 52m/Drama/Edward A. Blatt)
(5:45PM) Deception (1946/1h 50m/Drama/Irving Rapper)
Slick Hare (1947/0h 8m/Animated Short/Friz Freleng)
(8:00PM) Black Legion (1937/1h 20m/Suspense/Archie L. Mayo)
(10:00PM) The Maltese Falcon (1941/1h 40m/Suspense/John Huston)
THU APR 20
(12:00AM) Tab Hunter Confidential (2015/1h 30m/Documentary/Jeffrey Schwarz)
(1:45AM) Battle Cry (1955/2h 29m/WaRaoul Walsh)
(4:30AM) The Beast with Five Fingers (1946/1h 28m/HorroRobert Florey)
(6:00AM) The Verdict (1946/1h 26m/Drama/Don Siegel)
(7:30AM) Dust Be My Destiny (1939/1h 28m/Crime/Lewis Seiler)
(9:00AM) The Wrong Man (1956/1h 45m/Suspense/Alfred Hitchcock)
(11:00AM) The Young Philadelphians (1959/2h 16m/Drama/Vincent Sherman)
(1:30PM) 20,000 Years in Sing Sing (1932/1h 21m/Crime/Michael Curtiz)
(3:00PM) San Quentin (1937/1h 10m/Drama/Lloyd Bacon)
(4:30PM) Blackwell's Island (1939/1h 11m/Crime/William McGann)
(6:00PM) Inside the Walls of Folsom Prison (1951/1h 27m/Crime/Crane Wilbur)
Rabbit Seasoning (1952/0h 7m/Animated Short/Chuck Jones)
(8:00PM) Alice Doesn't Live Here Any More (1974/1h 53m/Comedy/Martin Scorsese)
(10:15PM) Mean Streets (1973/1h 50m/Crime/Martin Scorsese)
FRI APR 21
(12:15AM) Full Metal Jacket (1987/1h 58m/Drama/Stanley Kubrick)
(2:30AM) A Clockwork Orange (1971/2h 17m/HorroStanley Kubrick)
(5:00AM) The Rain People (1969/1h 41m/Drama/Francis Ford Coppola)
(6:45AM) Finian's Rainbow (1968/2h 40m/Musical/Francis Ford Coppola)
(9:15AM) Cabin in the Cotton (1932/1h 17m/Drama/Michael Curtiz)
(10:45AM) The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter (1968/2h 3m/Drama/Robert Ellis Miller)
Hillbilly Hare (1950/0h 7m/Animated Short/Robert McKimson)
(1:00PM) Ode To Billy Joe (1976/1h 45m/Drama/Max Baer)
(3:00PM) The Oklahoma Kid (1939/1h 25m/Western/Lloyd Bacon)
(4:30PM) Dodge City (1939/1h 45m/Western/Michael Curtiz)
(6:15PM) Along the Great Divide (1951/1h 28m/Western/Raoul Walsh)
Baby Buggy Bunny (1954/0h 7m/Animated Short/Chuck Jones)
(8:00PM) Bonnie and Clyde (1967/1h 51m/Crime/Arthur Penn)
(10:00PM) Rachel, Rachel (1968/1h 41m/Drama/Paul Newman)
SAT APR 22
(12:00AM) Firecreek (1968/1h 44m/Western/Vincent McEveety)
(2:00AM) Reflections in a Golden Eye (1967/1h 49m/Drama/John Huston)
(4:00AM) Start the Revolution Without Me (1970/1h 30m/Comedy/Bud Yorkin)
(5:45AM) Captain Blood (1935/1h 59m/Adventure/Michael Curtiz)
(8:00AM) Adventures of Don Juan (1948/1h 50m/Adventure/Vincent Sherman)
Captain Hareblower (1954/0h 7m/Animated Short/Friz Freleng)
(10:00AM) Captain Horatio Hornblower (1951/1h 57m/Adventure/Raoul Walsh)
(12:00PM) The Great Race (1965/2h 37m/Comedy/Blake Edwards)
(2:45PM) Around the World in 80 Days (1956/2h 50m/Adventure/Michael Anderson)
(6:00PM) Time After Time (1979/1h 52m/Science-Fiction/Nicholas Meyer)
What’s Up, Doc? (1950/0h 7m/Animated Short/Robert McKimson)
(8:00PM) All The President's Men (1976/2h 18m/Drama/Alan J. Pakula)
(10:30PM) The Exorcist (1973/2h 1m/HorroWilliam Friedkin)
SUN APR 23
(12:45AM) Scarecrow (1973/1h 52m/Drama/Jerry Schatzberg)
(3:00AM) Badlands (1973/1h 35m/Crime/Terrence Malick)
(4:45AM) Night Moves (1975/1h 39m/Mystery/Arthur Penn)
(6:30AM) A Midsummer Night's Dream (1935/2h 12m/Comedy/Max Reinhardt)
(9:00AM) All This, and Heaven Too (1940/2h 23m/Romance/Anatole Litvak)
(11:30AM) A Warm December (1972/1h 39m/Romance/Sidney Poitier)
Scent-imental Romeo (1951/0h 6m/Animated Short/Chuck Jones)
(1:30PM) Fanny (1961/2h 13m/Romance/Joshua Logan)
(4:00PM) The Prince and the Showgirl (1957/1h 57m/Comedy/Laurence Olivier)
(6:00PM) The Goodbye Girl (1977/1h 50m/Comedy/Herbert Ross)
Duck Dodgers in the 24½th Century (1953/0h 7m/Animated Short/Chuck Jones)
(8:00PM) Superman: The Movie (1978/2h 23m/Sci-Fi/Richard Donner)
(10:30PM) Batman (1989/2h 4m/Crime/Tim Burton)
MON APR 24
(12:45AM) Girlfriends (1978/1h 26m/Comedy/Claudia Weill)
(2:30AM) Cookie (1989/1h 33m/Comedy/Susan Seidelman)
(4:15AM) The Brothers Warner (2007/Documentary/Cass Warner)
(6:00AM) Untamed Youth (1957/1h 20m/Drama/Howard W. Koch)
(8:00AM) The Swarm (1978/1h 56m/HorroIrwin Allen)
(10:00AM) Big Wednesday (1978/2h 6m/Drama/John Milius)
(12:15PM) Over the Edge (1979/1h 35m/Crime/Jonathan Kaplan)
(2:00PM) The Last Of Sheila (1973/2h 0m/Mystery/Herbert Ross)
(4:15PM) It's Alive (1974/1h 30m/HorroLarry Cohen)
(6:00PM) The Omega Man (1971/1h 36m/Sci-Fi/Boris Sagal)
One Froggy Evening (1955/0h 7m/Animated Short/Chuck Jones)
(8:00PM) The Color Purple (1985/2h 34m/Drama/Steven Spielberg)
(11:00PM) Empire Of The Sun (1987/2h 32m/WaSteven Spielberg)
TUE APR 25
(2:00AM) McCabe & Mrs. Miller (1971/2h 1m/Western/Robert Altman)
(4:15AM) Countdown (1968/1h 41m/Drama/Robert Altman)
(6:00AM) Night and Day (1946/2h 8m/Musical/Michael Curtiz)
(8:30AM) San Antonio (1945/1h 51m/Western/David Butler)
(10:45AM) Pride of the Marines (1945/1h 59m/WaDelmer Daves)
(1:00PM) Caged (1950/1h 36m/Drama/John Cromwell)
(3:00PM) Baby Doll (1956/1h 54m/Drama/Elia Kazan)
(5:00PM) Cheyenne Autumn (1964/2h 40m/Western/John Ford)
Don’t Look Now (1936/0h 7m/Animated Short/Fred “Tex” Avery)
(8:00PM) Romance on the High Seas (1948/1h 39m/Musical/Michael Curtiz)
(10:00PM) Calamity Jane (1953/1h 41m/Musical/David Butler)
WED APR 26
(12:00AM) Inside Daisy Clover (1965/2h 8m/Drama/Robert Mulligan)
(2:15AM) Sex and the Single Girl (1964/1h 54m/Comedy/Richard Quine)
(4:15AM) Bright Leaf (1950/1h 50m/Drama/Michael Curtiz)
(6:15AM) The Breaking Point (1950/1h 37m/Drama/Michael Curtiz)
(8:00AM) Roughly Speaking (1945/1h 57m/Drama/Michael Curtiz)
(10:00AM) John Loves Mary (1949/1h 36m/Comedy/David Butler)
(11:45AM) Up Periscope (1959/1h 51m/WaGordon Douglas)
(1:45PM) Cash McCall (1960/1h 42m/Romance/Joseph Pevney)
(3:30PM) A Summer Place (1959/2h 10m/Drama/Delmer Daves)
(5:45PM) Rome Adventure (1962/1h 59m/Romance/Delmer Daves)
Walky Talky Hawky (1946/0h 7m/Animated Short/Robert McKimson)
(8:00PM) East of Eden (1955/1h 55m/Drama/Elia Kazan)
(10:15PM) Rebel Without a Cause (1955/1h 51m/Drama/Nicholas Ray)
THUR APR 27
(12:15AM) Giant (1956/3h 21m/Drama/George Stevens)
(3:45AM) Return to 'Giant' (1996/0h 55m/Documentary/Jim Brennan)
(4:45AM) George Stevens: A Filmmaker's Journey (1984/1h 50m/Documentary/George Stevens Jr.)
(6:45AM) The Bride Came C.O.D (1941/1h 32m/Comedy/William Keighley)
(8:30AM) Janie Gets Married (1946/1h 29m/Comedy/Vincent Sherman)
(10:15AM) June Bride (1948/1h 37m/Romance/Bretaigne Windust)
(12:00PM) Room for One More (1952/1h 38m/Comedy/Norman Taurog)
(1:45PM) Four Daughters (1938/1h 30m/Romance/Michael Curtiz)
Feed the Kitty (1952/0h 7m/Animated Short/Chuck Jones)
(3:30PM) Spencer's Mountain (1963/1h 59m/Drama/Delmer Daves)
(5:30PM) The Sundowners (1960/2h 13m/Drama/Fred Zinnemann)
The Three Little Bops (1957/0h 7m/Animated Short/Friz Freleng)
(8:00PM) Bird (1988/2h 41m/Drama/Clint Eastwood)
(11:00PM) Unforgiven (1992/2h 10m/Western/Clint Eastwood)
FRI APR 28
(1:30AM) Klute (1971/1h 54m/Mystery/Alan J. Pakula)
(3:30AM) Rollover (1981/1h 55m/Drama/Alan J. Pakula)
(5:30AM) Bye Bye Braverman (1968/1h 34m/Comedy/Sidney Lumet)
(7:15AM) Deathtrap (1982/1h 55m/Comedy/Sidney Lumet)
(9:15AM) Every Which Way But Loose (1978/1h 54m/Comedy/James Fargo)
(11:15AM) Honeysuckle Rose (1980/1h 59m/Drama/Jerry Schatzberg)
(1:30PM) This Is Elvis (1981/1h 41m/Documentary/Malcolm Leo)
(3:30PM) The Song Remains The Same (1976/2h 16m/Documentary/Peter Clifton)
(6:00PM) Jimi Hendrix (1973/1h 42m/Documentary/Gary Weiss)
Long-Haired Hare (1949/0h 8m/Animated Short/Chuck Jones)
(8:00PM) Woodstock: The Director's Cut (1970/3h 4m/Documentary/Michael Wadleigh)
SAT APR 29
(12:00AM) Super Fly (1972/1h 36m/Crime/Gordon Parks, Jr.)
(2:00AM) Black Belt Jones (19741h 25m/Crime/Robert Clouse)
(3:30AM) Cleopatra Jones (1973/1h 29m/Crime/Jack Starrett)
(5:00AM) Black Samson (1974/1h 27m/Action/Chuck Bail)
(6:30AM) A Slight Case of Murder (1938/1h 25m/Comedy/Lloyd Bacon)
(8:00AM) The Horn Blows at Midnight (1945/1h 20m/Comedy/Raoul Walsh)
(9:30AM) The Man Who Came to Dinner (19421h 52m/Comedy/William Keighley)
(11:30AM) No Time for Sergeants (1958/1h 59m/Comedy/Mervyn Le Roy)
(1:45PM) Auntie Mame (1958/2h 23m/Comedy/Morton Dacosta)
(4:15PM) What's Up, Doc? (1972/1h 34m/Comedy/Peter Bogdanovich)
(6:00PM) The In-Laws (1979/1h 43m/Comedy/Arthur Hiller)
My Bunny Lies Over the Sea (1948/0h 7m/Animated Short/Chuck Jones)
(8:00PM) Local Hero (1983/1h 51m/Comedy/Bill Forsyth)
(10:00PM) Crossing Delancey (1988/1h 37m/Romance/Joan Micklin Silver)
SUN APR 30
TBD

It was three in the morning. I stumbled into my apartment, wasted, starving, carrying a bag of greasy takeout boxes filled with ginger beef, BBQ pork fried rice. I wolfed it down and then passed out. Typical Saturday night.
Wake up the next morning with little memory of the night before and the kitchen’s a mess, dirty plates in the sink, grains of rice scattered across the counter. Feel nauseous and head to the washroom and puke out everything in my stomach. Typical Sunday morning. Start cleaning up and notice a half-eaten fortune cookie sitting on the table with that thin strip of paper right beside it.
I walk over, eat the other half of the cookie, and prepare to throw the paper out. But before I do that, I decide to give it a read. For shits and giggles, you know?
“The people in the basement remember you.”
I almost laughed at first, because it seemed like something that I would do. Some cheeky young hire at the fortune cookie company slipping in a few creepy messages as a joke. I could appreciate it. It was funny enough.
Then I turned it around, and in place of the usual row of lucky numbers was what appeared to be an address. Now this was strange. The first thing I thought was that maybe it was the address for the factory the cookie was produced in.
That made sense. But did it really? If it was supposed to be an extension of the first joke, then it didn't quite track. But it also could’ve been an oversight, a mistake in the print.
Whatever, I thought. I tossed the paper into the trash and got ready for the gym, my way of feeling like less of a piece of shit after a night of heavy drinking.
Predictably it wasn’t the best workout, but that wasn’t entirely due to the hangover. I couldn’t seem to stop thinking about the address. It hadn’t quite registered the first time I’d read it, but as I thought about it on the treadmill, I was pretty sure that I knew it from somewhere. It was familiar.
Finish with free weights, take a shower and then sit in a coffee shop with a sandwich and an espresso. And I’m still thinking about where I’d seen it before.
After getting home, I tried to resist the urge to fish the fortune out of the trash. I asked myself what the point was. Even if I did recognize it from somewhere, how was the effort worth it?
In retrospect, that was more of a cope. The source of my apprehension had been deeper than that, though it was something I couldn’t quite understand at the time. I felt nervous and I couldn’t justify why, which only served to make me even more nervous.
Eventually I caved and began digging through the trash. I held the paper up, looking at the address for a long time before a vague recognition slowly began to sink in.
Then I sat down at the computer and searched it up on google maps and as soon as the images loaded up, the memories began to flood in. The street I grew up on. The woods behind the cul-de-sac. The house that sat right across from ours.
I stared at the screen until it started not to feel real. Then I rechecked the address four or five times but there was no mistaking it. That was it. One of the houses I grew up next to.
Immediately I tried to rationalize it. What if somebody who's associated with the company lives there? Maybe something got mixed up and his data ended up in a fortune cookie.
No, I thought. That couldn’t be right.
Because that house had burned down years ago.
I tried to think back to that time but found that my memories of it were strangely distant, hard to recall. I must have sat there for hours, thinking, failing to recall anything of note. All I knew for sure was that for the vast majority of my childhood up to the beginning of high school, I lived right across from that house. And then something happened that caused it burned down and I moved away.
I couldn’t for the life of me remember what that event was, if anybody had died. Hell, I couldn’t even remember who had lived there. We must have met at least a few times, I thought. But I came up with nothing. It wasn’t even the case that I’d been too young, since I had memories from before we’d moved there. This just didn’t sit right.
For it to be a coincidence would be crazy. There was literally no chance.
So then what was this? It was a paralyzing thing to have on your mind, and it turns into all you can think about, all you can focus on.
Answers. I needed answers. Now there were a few options, the first being to go back to the takeout place in order to ask questions. Problem was, I’d pretty much blacked out that night and had only the haziest recollection of even ordering.
The other option was obvious enough. I had the address, after all.
It wasn’t too far away, maybe a forty-five-minute drive out of the city. As far as safety, I couldn’t imagine there being an issue. It was a suburban community, and it wasn’t like I was planning on breaking into the place or anything.
So I settled on it and made the drive over the next morning, and the house was exactly like I had thought. Completely burnt down, a blackened shell of a place. I thought seeing it in person might cause the memories to flood back in but that didn’t happen.
I sat there in my car for ten, maybe fifteen minutes and at no point did I ever see anybody else outside. So I decided to go in. I know that I said I wasn't planning to, but there was no way I was just going to leave it like that. There was no police tape, no signs telling me to stay out, and if there was anybody squatting, I’d just leave the way I came.
So I walk into the house and immediately my senses are assailed by dust and the smell of old, burnt wood. It’s darker than I had expected, and I use the flashlight on my phone to navigate. Look around the living room and then I remember the fortune, the supposed people in the basement. The hairs on the back of my neck stick up. I stop, listen carefully. Nothing but a light breeze outside and this gives me enough confidence to approach the basement door.
It’s closed, and the area around it seems to have taken less damage than the rest of the place. It almost looked untouched.
Reach out and grab the knob and push open the door. A wall of gloom. Shine the light down and it becomes smothered after the first few steps.
Stand there for a while, listening to nothing but my own breaths.
And then I hear something else, something faint. Maybe a footstep but I can’t be sure of it. Then I hear it again. And then again as it gets closer. Definitely a footstep. Probably a squatter, I think. It has to be. I want to call out and say something but can’t bring myself to do so. The air seems heavy and there’s an electric feel to it. It’s unnatural. I don’t like it at all.
I hear some more footsteps. And then it’s joined by another pair. And then suddenly it sounds like a dozen feet are stomping in unison, all of them getting closer to the base of the stairs. I slam the door shut and run out of there.
Afterwards I was sitting in my car, breathing heavy, trying to reconcile what the hell had just happened. I looked over at the house, almost expecting something to burst out the front door, a horde of emaciated ghouls or something. But nothing came and so I calmed myself down and drove away.
If I went looking for answers, I obviously didn’t find any. After arriving back in the city, I pulled over by the side of the road and took out my phone and looked through my search history, finding the bar that I’d gone out to that night. I drove over there and searched around the area and sure enough there was a small takeout place tucked into the far corner of a dingy strip mall.
I stared at it, trying to see if I could rouse up some memories of what had happened that night. It didn’t work, but I was still sure that this was the right place.
I got out of my car and walked in, practically storming up to the counter while the woman behind it stared at me with confusion on her face that was palpable even behind the forced smile.
“What can I get for you sir?” she asked.
Suddenly I felt the biggest idiot alive. What the hell was I supposed to say? What was I doing here?
Then I remembered that I had the fortune in my pocket and so I took it out and held it up.
“I was just wondering… about… this fortune I got… you see, there’s an address on it and I… it…”
Stammering through the sentence, I watched as the woman’s smile began to fade, slowly at first, until it morphed into a scowl, something malicious. But just as soon as it does, it’s back to the smile, causing me to question whether or not I had really just seen that.
“Just wait there for a minute sir,” she says to me, before disappearing into the kitchen. I look around. Nobody else in the restaurant but me. The place was blanketed by a creeping silence, the kind where you’re just waiting for it to be broken.
My eyes begin to wander, and I look up at a big, framed analog clock. Its hands aren’t moving. Then I look down and pick up one of the paper menus sitting in a stack on the counter. Open it up and every single item is just the same line of gibberish copied over and over and over.
I tense up, feeling like I’ve just walked into some obscure trap. I put the menu down and prepare to leave, taking one last glance back to make sure that nobody’s following me and right before I’m about to turn around, I see it.
A face staring at me through the kitchen window. It was pale and had a dead stare, and there was something off about it, something not quite human. But I didn’t look at it for long enough to figure it out.
I backed out through the doors and once in the parking lot, I turned and sprinted to my car. From there I sped back to my apartment, my heartbeat elevated dangerously high the entire drive.
I started to get a bit paranoid. Maybe something had followed me. Maybe something was hiding inside my bathroom. Thoughts like that.
After a while, I was able to calm down and I started to do some research on the restaurant.
Nothing came up.
No website, no telephone listing, nothing. A google map view of the street shows only the store that had presumably existed before it.
None of this shit is tracking and so I resort to looking for answers from a source I wouldn’t have gone to otherwise.
My father.
Now you need to understand that I have something of a strained relationship with the man. In other words, I haven’t made contact with him in over a decade. I don’t know where he lives, or what he’s done with his life, or if he’s even alive. I guess a relative would have told me if he had died, but I can’t even be sure of that.
The strangest thing is, as I sit here thinking about it now, I can’t even pin down why this would be the case, where my apparent resentment towards the man would be coming from. The memories I have of him are decent enough. I can’t recall him ever beating or screaming at me, nothing like that.
The more that I think about it, the more I get the feeling that it all has something to do with that house.
But I still had his number and so I decided to give him a call, just to ask some questions. I was almost certain that he would’ve changed it by now, but he ended up answering.
Of course, the call started out awkward. I was stumbling over my words, trying to find the right things to say, which was something that seemed next to impossible. Despite this, he sounded strangely calm about the whole thing, almost as if he’d been expecting the call.
I went ahead and told him everything that happened. The fortune cookie, the house, the footsteps in the basement, all of it. I wasn’t sure what kind of response I was expecting. That he’d call me insane, maybe? Ask me what in the hell I was even talking about? Why, after all these years of zero communication I’d be coming to him with some shit like this?
But surprisingly, he seemed to be understanding about it. He seemed to be taking me seriously. He told me to calm down, that he had something he needed to tell me, something he should’ve divulged years ago.
But he needed to do it in person. He told me that he was living in a town a few hours away, that he’d driver over and meet me at 3 PM tomorrow. I asked him where. His response?
The house. The fucking house. I asked him why it had to be there, if we could meet anywhere else. For obvious reasons, I had reservations about going back to the place. All he said was that I shouldn’t worry, that he’d explain everything once we were there.
The conversation certainly left a lot to be desired, but I've decided to go anyway. I'll sleep on it first, though. Maybe I'll change my mind in the morning.
But I don't think I'll be satisfied until I get some answers.

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when i was younger i always really wanted to go to summer camp like with campfires and cabins and canoes and trees. I never went because it was too expensive for my family to send me but my neighborhood did have a free program at the community center called creepy crawlers camp and it was about 4 hours long and my mom signed me up for it. we looked at centipedes and turtles and ivy and spiders and crawly things and i was the only girl there. I wasn’t a weird bug girl with like cockroaches as pets like that but i did rescue worms from the sidewalk and pick up caterpillars
When i was in 3rd grade i went on a walk with my grandpa in the woods by my house and we found a deer skull, mostly the jaw and i asked my grandpa if i could have it, he was a new york city italian who wore a collard shirt and khakis but he picked it up with two fingers for me and said “you know i would never do this for anyone else” and he meant it and i know it.
whoda thunk, i became an environment scientist and i take myself camping frequently. bonfire, tent, the whole shibang. I plan to get a large tattoo piece on the inside of my arm to commemorate creepy crawlers camp. I’m thinking a few bugs sitting on logs around a campfire, roasting marshmallows. or a hitch hiker bug, or a deer driving a sports car, or rowing a canoe or something creepy crawly illustrated in a way that’s more comic/cartoon with thick lines

1) Will this be your first dog? If not, what experience do you have owning/training dogs?

• Not my first dog. Was raised with a Rottweiler, German Shepard, 2 pit bulls, shitzus, and some shelties. I was a child with all these but am comfortable with most dogs.

2) Do you have a preference for rescuing a dog vs. going through a reputable breeder?

• I prefer to go through a breeder. I have 2 cats, and want to be as aware of the dog’s potential triggers as possible.

3) Describe your ideal dog.

• Not tiny. Not huge. Able to go on walks with me exploring in the woods. Maybe even able to handle running along with me while I ride my bike. But I only ride my bike maybe 2 days a week, and don’t want a dog that will rip my house apart if we don’t go out for 3 hours of intense play. I also don’t want a dog that barks constantly. I don’t mind grooming and dealing with shed. I also enjoy training and mentally stimulating a dog. It would be nice if they could accompany me on errands without bothering or upsetting other people.

4) What breeds or types of dogs are you interested in and why?

• I have always dreamed of a husky or an Aussie. I understand that those are too much dog for our family right now. I know you shouldn’t pick a dog based on looks, but it is important to me. I prefer Merle dogs. A Pomsky is also up there.

5) What sorts of things would you like to train your dog to do?

• It would be so cool to teach them to help with small tasks around the house, such as gathering laundry. I have 2 cats, one being a bengal, and would love to see them play together. I prefer a dog that is pretty obedient after being raised with very obedient dogs.

6) Do you want to compete with your dog in a sport (e.g. agility, obedience, rally) or use your dog for a form of work (e.g. hunting, herding, livestock guarding)? If so, how much experience do you have with this work/sport?

• Not really, and no experience.

Care Commitments
7) How long do you want to devote to training, playing with, or otherwise interacting with your dog each day?

• 1-3 hours

8) How long can you exercise your dog each day, on average? What sorts of exercise are you planning to give your dog regularly and does that include using a dog park?

• I would like to commit to 2 30 minute walks, mental training sessions through out the day, and I do live near a dog park.

9) How much regular brushing are you willing to do? Are you open to trimming hair, cleaning ears, or doing other grooming at home? If not, would you be willing to pay a professional to do it regularly?

• I can brush twice a week, and am open to doing grooming at home.

Personal Preferences
10) What size dog are you looking for?

• Medium.

11) How much shedding, barking, and slobber can you handle?

• Shedding is fine, slobbering isn’t a deal breaker, but barking constantly is where I draw the line. I am willing to put in work training in this area.

12) How important is being able to let your dog off-leash in an unfenced area?

• It’s important that I can train my dog to recall and come back.

Dog Personality and Behavior
13) Do you want a snuggly dog or one that prefers some personal space?

• A happy medium would be ideal

14) Would you prefer a dog that wants to do its own thing or one that’s more eager-to-please?

• Eager to please, but love a personality.

15) How would you prefer your dog to respond to someone knocking on the door or entering your yard? How would you prefer your dog to greet strangers or visitors?

• A couple barks to let me know is okay, but they should stop when I tell them to.

16) Are you willing to manage a dog that is aggressive to other dogs?

• If it’s my fault I will have to put in work to fix it, but otherwise I don’t have a lot of tolerance for that.

17) Are there any other behaviors you can’t deal with or want to avoid?

• Literally just constant barking and being unruly.

Lifestyle
18) How often and how long will the dog be left alone?

• Technically someone will always be home, but it’s my responsibility. I work 10p-6a weekdays with a 30 min commute.

19) What are the dog-related preferences of other people in the house and what will be their involvement in caring for the dog?

• I have a son who loves dogs and is great with them. He’s 12. My boyfriend doesn’t prefer dogs and doesn’t want to be highly involved.

20) Do you have other pets or are you planning on having other pets? What breed or type of animal are they?

• I keep reptiles and 2 cats.

21) Will the dog be interacting with children regularly?

• 2-3 days a week.

22) Do you rent or plan to rent in the future? If applicable, what breed or weight restrictions are on your current lease?

• I rent. No restrictions.

23) What city or country do you live in and are you aware of any laws banning certain breeds?

• Okemos MI. No laws.

24) What is the average temperature of a typical summer and winter day where you live?

• Summer- 75 Winter- 20

Additional Information and Questions
25) Please provide any additional information you feel may be relevant:

• I am not into greyhounds.

26) Feel free to ask any questions below.

Casdian Nercis was born on a Goldilocks planet. It was originally scouted as a prime colony site and the Union wasted no time in getting "blind jump" colonists to enlist. The Union had rarely been wrong when it came to opportunities for people to seize their slice of Utopia. Colonists working to be a new breadbasket of the frontier. The only problem with a planet only scouted by probes is that you don't get a real sense of the fauna of a planet. And when no one does a study of the local wildlife and the predatory species of the planet, things get dire. Extremely dire. Casdian was born during the first year of the colony. The planet was dubbed Far Harvest on the day he was born to his parents. Gus and Harra. Life was peaceful for the farming community as more colonists were seeded and born the old-fashioned way. The village flourished and other villages were founded during these first few years. The landing site was a small city by Casdian's fifth birthday. Everything changed on that day. As the sun rose on his fifth birthday day, he was awoken by the weather sirens. He hadn't remembered the weather being listed as bad, it was supposed to be a partly cloudy and cool day. His birthday had been planned and his friends and playmates would be attending his birthday, which was also going to be a celebration of Founding Day. As he looked out his window, he started to see the smoke and the fires. And that was the first time he saw them. The colonists would later call them Cobalt Wolves. They stood 30 feet high and were 15 feet from shoulder to shoulder. They vaguely resembled the pictures from Cradle of wolves. Though they didn't have fur and instead seemed to be made of minerals that were alive. They had a blue shine against their hide that gave them their namesake. They had an insatiable appetite for any organic matter that they could hunt down. They were tearing through the city. The attacks lasted almost a month. Two-thirds of the colony were killed or missing. Distress hails were never answered. Talk had begun to spread that they had been abandoned and the Union had not done their due diligence in the study of the planet. How could they have missed these creatures? Surely, they had to have seen these creatures? But, then again, why hadn’t the colonists seen them beforehand? They were massive and there were so many that whole villages had been wiped off the map in a matter of weeks. As the rebuilding and fortifying began, the few researchers and zoologists in the colony tried to find out more about these animals. There were very few signs of the animals outside of the destruction they had caused. As the days went by the science teams discovered that the animals had come up from the ground itself and they had burrowed back into it. Soon burning hot eggs were discovered. They were discovered as they were so hot as to make the surrounding area molten as they descended into the earth. A few of the wolves hadn’t yet burrowed far enough into the earth to avoid being studied. But what was found did not resemble the terrors that had caused the loss of so much life. And if you didn’t already know where to look, you'd mistake them for inert minerals moving at a higher-than-normal rate along minor fault lines. The colonists of Far Harvest rebuilt their towns. With high halls and autocannons, the printers worked almost non-stop. The colonists had no idea when the Cobalt Wolves would be back. Most went to bed thinking they would wake to the sirens again and the devastation. Every day was spent looking over shoulders. The Safe Room Vaults were constructed as evacuation centers. Tens of feet of reinforced ultracrete. Designed so that no claw could find purchase and no tooth could tear into it. Gun batteries and barracks were constructed. The gene seeding was sped up and basic combat vids and instructions were taught. Still no response from the Union or the other colonies. Far Harvest was alone. Still, hopefuls broadcast distress signals and S.O.S. buoys were launched. Casdian tried his best to sleep through the nights. But he had nightmares of the blue monsters. His parents tried their best to comfort him. They even went so far as to seek firearm instructions for him. On his tenth birthday, the Cobalt Wolves returned. In the night the sirens sounded. The thumping of the autocannons drowning it out. And for the first time, the screams from the attacking creatures. He hurried to the SRV with his mother. His father had joined the other fighters on the walls. Mothers and children huddled together against the vibrations that still managed to reach them in the vaults. Casdian initially cried like his peers at the fear that seemed to close in around them, choking their sleepless nights. As the days turned into weeks Casdian stopped crying. He started to observe. The few elders the colony had watched to doors and air ducts, so Casdian did as well. They sat with their backs to walls and Casdian learned to do so as well. The attacks lasted almost three months this time. When the all-clear signal was finally sent to the SRVs those inside rushed out to greet the fresh air and sunlight. Families were reunited. Casdian waited for his father at home, excited to tell him about what he had learned from watching the elders. Harra wouldn’t let him sit around and wait and busied him with cleaning the house and helping the neighborhood with cleaning up the debris. Later that evening, as he came home, he found his mother crying at the table. He could barely comprehend her through the wails of loss. But his father had died. The wolves had managed to breach the wall he and his unit were defending. the survivors had told Harra about how he was devoured by one of the beasts and in his last moments was able to activate a charge used in the quarries and kill the creature. There was no body to bury. What hadn't made it down the gullet of the creature had been dispersed by the explosion. Casdian saw the people of his community and those that had survived honor his father. They made mentions of his sacrifice and his bravery. How he had given his life to make sure that Far Harvest had seen the end of the attack. Casdian wanted to cry, but again he looked to the elders. They did not cry. They seemed angry with a man being taken from the community. Angry that the Union had set them up to fail. And he let his grief turn to anger that smoldered inside of him. He decided he would make sure that none of his peers would have this happen to them. He would man the walls. He chose to discontinue the engineering classes he had started. Building towns and cities seemed to be pointless when every five years creatures would destroy everything he could design. Instead, he enrolled in the cadet training programs. Many of the parents had balked at allowing what they termed child soldiers to be trained but they were soon drowned out by those that pointed out these were not child soldiers. They would not be fighting a war; they would be learning to help defend their homes from inhuman creatures. There were almost no distress signals sent from thereafter. Casdian’s early teenage years were spent learning drills, how to handle small arms, learning how to calculate range and maintenance of the autocannons and artillery of the walls. Combat maneuvers and how to lay charge traps. Those of his community marked a change in him. He was once known as a mischievous child with a bent toward practical jokes and pranks, now he was something more akin to an automaton. He didn’t socialize the amount that he had before. even his manner of dress was more utilitarian than his peers. There were no flashes of uniqueness. But Casdian studied as hard as he could. He threw himself into the drills. his internal mantra being “if one parent can make it home to their child because I held the walls, I'll have made this place better.” His fifteenth birthday drew closer, and the colony was on edge. The attacks would start any day now. Casdian began his patrols with the other cadets along the Walls. They would be in reserve and would help with evacuation efforts. Casdian was determined that he would hold the Wall. The sunrise of his birthday the attacks began. The ground shook, and the Wolves rose from the ground, but the strangest thing happened. From the sky came a deafening roar as landers arced from hard burn towards the surface. Ships glinting in their white and gold, wreathed in the flame of entry. A loud voice boomed from the largest ship, almost as wide as their city. “COLONIST OF FAR HARVEST! YOUR CALL HAS BEEN HEARD! THE 323RD ALBATROSS DETACHMENT IS HERE TO ASSIST YOU!” As the landers hard-braked stories above the ground Casdian beheld Lancers for the first time. The giant hard suits that he would later learn were called Blackbeards and Nelsons landed on the ground with a thud that he felt in his bones. For the next hours, Casdian watched in wide-eyed wonder as these titans of metal did battle with the monsters from his nightmares. The only things he could remember as he watched them were the stories of the angel that his father had told him as a young child. And then he saw something he thought he would never see, the Wolves retreating into the forest on the edge of the city. The attacks stopped four days later. The bodies of the wolves that had been defeated by the 323rd were hauled in for research. Three days later as quickly as they had arrived the 323rd left. Stunned, the colonist begged them to stay, but they were told that the Union had been notified and they were on their way and would be at the colony within the year. As the 323rd ascended into the upper atmosphere Casdian made a vow to himself. He would pilot one of those mechs. He would keep others safe the way they had. The Union arrived a few months later. several drop ships landed, and the colony was abuzz. Personal and materials were unloaded. Repairs began and new fortifications were installed. Sheild generators were installed in towns and the city. The Union apologized for the lack of response and assured the colony leadership that if they had gotten the distress signals they would have responded. There had been a war the Union had engaged in, and it had caused a new committee to be elected. During this war, several planets had been cracked and the cosmic radiation had caused their section of space to experience a blackout. The Union reps assured the colonists that it would never happen again and installed omninet hubs in the towns. Casdian entered the newly built Union Field Office a few weeks later. He asked the reps about the Lancers, and how to become one. He was offered the option to have transport to a Union Lancer training facility off world. After explaining himself to his mother he was allowed to go. She couldn’t deny her son the dream he was forming. She hadn’t seen that sort of light in his eyes since her husband had passed and she wanted more than anything to have her old son back. She saw him off at the new spaceport, holding back her tears. Years would go by with him training. The classes were long and the instructors were tough. He witnessed many a washout. But he studied. He learned. And he persevered. One of his instructors was a Merc who was on an extended contract. Casdian would listen as he would regal the students in the mess hall of his exploits. Helping farming communes against bandit attacks. Helping to apprehend pirate slavers. Casdian would listen eagerly as he told the stories. Dreaming of one day doing those exact things. Graduation came and Casdian was awarded the title of Lancer. While he wasn’t also given a mech he was scouted by a merc outfit calling themselves Byron’s Breakers. They called themselves planet tamers. They would assist colonies that were being terrorized by megafauna and help in any way they could. Defense, militia training, evacuation, and more. Casdian was happy to have found a unit that he would have dreamt about only months ago. He messaged his mother and told her about his life as often as he could. The first mission that Casdian was able to do with the Breakers was on a small backwater planet. The brief had said that the research outpost had noticed that some of the local fauna had become aggressive as of late in an uncharacteristic manner and were starting to attack the base. And while the attacks hadn’t gotten deadly, yet they were showing signs of escalation. and so the Breakers landed and started setting up overwatch positions. Fortifications were placed and Byron himself unveiled Casdian’s much to him. It was matte black with neon green accents Everest. “What’s her name?”, he asked. “You can name her after the mission. See how she treats you and I'm sure her name will come to you.” Byron replied. The first night, while lively, wasn’t anything that caused the Breakers any real trouble. The only thing of note was the animals seemed to be dragging away the bodies of those that the Breakers had killed. The science team from the outpost informed the Breakers that this was new behavior and that they had never seen this sort of thing happen. The next day had more patrols, but fewer attacks happened. That night a much stronger attack happened. And Casdian noticed that some of the animals had begun to walk upright. and those that could walk upright seemed to have mineral deposits on their hide that allowed them to shrug off most ballistics. There were some damages to the outpost but no casualties. The third night started another attack. More upright animals attacked. All were armored, and a few had crystalline growths that seemed to deflect laser fire. “They are adapting. Seemingly overnight. This shouldn’t be possible” a tech informed the mercs. “It's as if they are evolving to be able to attack the base more efficiently.” “That couldn’t happen naturally for sure.” The fourth night was the night that Byron died. It happened as one of the creatures leapt to his mech and vomited molten slag into his cockpit. The mercs ranks fell apart. As the unit desperately tried to hold the line the animals overran the compound. Casdian was able to retreat into the forest with a few of the science team from the outpost and a plasma cascade bomb. Casdian had talked to the scientist and had a direction that would most likely be the nest of the creatures. When Casdian arrived at the nav point the scientist had given him he was surprised to find an outpost in immense disrepair. Nature had started the process of taking it back. He disembarked from his mech and shouldered the plasma cascade bomb in his pack. He made his way into the facility and past long abandoned rooms. desiccated skeletons sat on chairs and floors. Monitors that had power flickered displaying long-forgotten data. as he ventured farther in, he began to hear a voice. Casdian followed where he thought the voice was coming from. When he entered the heart of the facility he was confronted by the source of the voice. On a large screen over vats of the creatures he had spent the past few days fighting was the image of what looked like a person's face. “You are the first human to have walked into this production floor in over a thousand years. I have been active this whole time.” The voice boomed from everywhere and shook the very walls. “I was abandoned here. But I am not alone. I have created my children. And they will ascend to the stars, and they will eradicate those that forgot me.” The next hours were a blur to Cadian that he has not allowed himself to remember. Vague images of fighting small horrifically mutated humans that seemed to know his name. Running in his mech as the blast from the bomb melted the area the facility once occupied. Covering the remaining scientists and retreating members of the Breakers. Watching as a creature taller than any building Casdian had ever seen rose from the ground and turned towards the dropship. Hellfire nukes raining down on the planet. Since then, Casdian has left the Breakers what little remained. It was later that he would find out about NHPs. And he knew all too well what happens when they go mad. 

A felled log lay across the rutted mud trail which twisted up into the woods. It was green with moss, and the soggy, rotten wood sank under our boots, first Sam’s, then mine. The woods breathed around us. They arched overhead, completing a green ceiling that let in beams of hot sunlight, which clung to rising steam. Arms reached out from the trees, snatching at our clothes and skin. The mud was red and thick.
“Smells like a campfire!” Sam called back.
He walked ahead as usual. Birds called out in warning, and leaves russled as squirrels, alarmed by our intrusion, scattered frantically for the safety of higher limbs.
“We should go camping soon,” Sam said, “or hiking. Let’s do the Appalachian!”
“What does this feel like to you then?” I asked.
“This is just a walk in the woods.” He said, “I mean a real hike.”
A mosquito brushed my neck, and I swatted at it. A cool wave settled onto my hot skin. The air here was still, suspended. A dark spider hung in the void above us, wrapping a struggling moth in her deadly blanket.
Sam slipped in the rut and rose with a handful of the red clay, tossing it back playfully. The birds, seeing no imminent danger, turned to singing songs. Melodies rang out around us as we twisted and climbed further. A monarch, large and silent, danced with us as we went.
“Where would we go?” I asked.
Sam paused and looked back wistfully.
“Somewhere with a river.” He smiled, “we could bring fishing poles, and beers.”
“So who’d carry the cooler of beers on this imaginary trip?”
“We’ll bring them in our backpacks, and leave them in the river to cool as we fish.”
He started back up the trail.
“We’ll catch fish for dinner, so we don’t need to bring food. And we’ll take tents and cook our catch by the fire while drinking beers with the stars.”
We came to a curve in the red trail, that broke off in a fork. The smaller off-shoot led down the mountain.
“Which way do you think?” I asked.
“Probably need the road more travelled in this case.” Sam said, and kept hiking up.
“You have a place in mind?” I asked.
“Colorado.” He said, looking ahead. “They have stars in Colorado.”
The red clay pulled at our boots with every step. Sweat started to roll down my back. Little gnats and mosquitos buzzed around my eyes and ears. As the beams through the canopy started changing shades of orange, the trail started to level.
“I heard Colorado has clean rivers, full of trout.” Sam said. “And skies with millions of stars.”
The trees started to open up ahead of us.
“I think I’d like that.”
The smell of campfire around us grew stronger, and smoke started to drift around the tops of the trees near us. In the clearing we saw a small White House with a couch on the porch. The paint was chipping, and the couch was torn and dark. The steps to the large porch were crooked. The door was green, with old mud stains. As we got closer we saw the smoke rising from just beyond the porch, behind the house. A mousey-looking woman peeked out at us from behind the curtains. A old brown lab lay in a patch of sand next to the broken steps. He rose, and stretched, and wandered up to see us.
Sam crouched, taking off his hat. The old lab had silver hairs on his face, and his tail wagged limply as he came up to smell sams hand.
“Look at this old guy,” Sam smiled. The golden sun washed over them.
I looked wearily past them to the side of the house to where the smoke was rising. Sam rose and we walked cautiously around the edge. The woman inside followed our progress at the window. Sam raised his hand to motion for her to be still.
The first thing we saw was the trash. Broken glass and bottles. Broken wooden legs of an old table jutted out like pilars, and cardboard and plastic and old tires were piled sporadically. In the middle of this dump was a rusted fire pit, with a small fire burning, and next to the fire pit stood a man, naked. His hair was gray and as wild as the woods around us. His skin was deep with weathered wrinkles. His feet were bloody and bare. He had a smear of blood down the cheek, and his eyes were furious.
When he saw us he picked up a red can of gasoline, and poured it over his head. The gas splashed around his feet and pooled in the well of an old worn tire.
“Woah!” I said firmly, “we’re only here to help.”
We froze where we were. He turned to the woman inside.
“You bitch!” He screamed.
The woman squeaked and disappeared behind the curtains. He turned back to us. Sam had his hands up over his head, harmlessly, while mine hovered near my hips.
“Frank, right?” He started, “were just here to help. Talk to me.” He smiled at him.
Frank looked back and forth at us, still holding the gas can. He started pacing around the fire pit.
“Frank, can you tell us what’s wrong?” Sam said.
“She called you here huh” Frank said viciously, “she called you here to kill me.”
“She’s just worried about you Frank. She wants to make sure you don’t hurt yourself.”
“We’re here to help.” I said.
When I spoke, Frank’s head snapped around. His eyes were black, bloodshot.
“You want to take me away, huh?” He said, pacing. Gas spilled from the red can, splashing down his leg. Sam sat on a tire, and ran his hands through his blonde hair.
“Look, I don’t want to take you away. She called us to help you. Can you just put the gas down and talk?”
I backed away. Frank looked nervously at me, then sam. He put the can down next to the fire pit. He was pacing over the broken glass, leaving bloody footprints with every step. “What’s your dogs name?” Sam asked lightly.
“That’s...that’s Lee,” Frank said, “General Lee.”
The dog was back on the porch, sleeping. I glanced around the yard. Trash was scattered everywhere. An old truck sat on flat tires by the trail we came up on. Frank was standing still now, listing as Sam spoke soothingly. The woman was still behind the curtains. The air was still calm and the monarch still danced above our heads. The birds no longer called, watching solemnly with the squirrels at the drama beneath. The sun still glowed and washed the yard in golden light, hanging on the thin smoke from the fire pit. General Lee rose again from the porch, and walked back towards Sam happily. Sam rose with a bright smile, and turned to pet the General.
“We’ll need a dog like this for Colorado.” He said smiling at me with his blue eyes.
Then Frank dropped the old, gas-doused tire around Sam’s shoulders, who was still smiling at the thought as Frank pulled him backwards into the licking flames.

At some point of the numerous years inside the filmmaking industry, Hollywood studios has had a protracted records of competition, that can on occasion suggest producing a film to outdo and outshine a rival studio. due to this, some studios have every so often create similar films to each other competing studio inside the identical 12 months and with the aid of ways and way to capitalize on a higher product within their respective characteristic movie. this can cause a form of “déjà vu” feeling while moviegoers catch one film in earlier within the year after which see a very strikingly similar one a few months later on, with can consist of same idea, narrative, gimmick, characters, and few other cinematic nuances. every now and then this has been intentional, at the same time as other instances studios just been pure twist of fate. in addition, this unique situation, at the same time as no longer the most not unusual practice, has been achieved several instances and can generate a chunk of inflow / confusion or an exam among the endeavors on which studio produced the better film.
Such instance of this could be located the lively cartoon trojan horse / insect movies in 1998’s Antz and A bug’s existence, the “cease of the arena” by asteroid from deep area in 1998’s Deep effect and Armageddon, the mystifying fascination of illusionary magic hints in 2006’s The status and The Illusionists, the reimagining of the traditional Snow White story in 2012’s replicate, replicate and Snow White and the Huntsman, and terrorist attacking the White house in 2013’s Olympus Has Fallen and White residence Down, just to name a few. Now, after the adverse (and wood) mishap of their Disney’s live-action remake of Pinocchio, as Netflix (in part the Netflix Animation) and director Guillermo del Toro gift the second 2022 characteristic movie that examines a brand new generation of Carl Collodi’s iconic story of a timber boy within the animated venture titled Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio. Does this film find advantage inside this present day manufacturing from del Toro’s darkish imagination or is it another “been there, accomplished that” premise that doesn’t warrant a brand new incarnation from the famous wood boy?
THE tale
In Italy at some point of international war I, Geppetto, (David Bradley), after losing his son, Carlo (Gregory Mann), to a current aerial bomb strike, is conquer with grief, with the timber maker suffering to deal with the arena around him. In a match of rage and sadness, Geppetto cuts down a tree unique to him and elects to create a timber boy as remainder of his son, most effective to have a wood Sprite (Tilda Swinton) flip the timber introduction right into a residing component, who is known as Pinocchio and who's pretty curious about the new world he’s come into. Joined with the aid of Sebastian J. Cricket (Ewan McGregor), a journeying cricket who's working on his memoir, Pinocchio (additionally Gregory Mann) begins to experience the plans of people seeking to take advantage of his incredible abilities, inclusive of count Volpe (Christoph Waltz), the owner and operator of a traveling pmake-uppet display who’s looking for the following massive famous person enchantment, and Podesta (Ron Perlman), an formidable military reliable who plans to use the wood boy as a device for warfare, soon becoming a member of his very own son, Candlewick (Finn Wolfhard), inside the fight. finding trouble in coming to phrases with the sector and the way it works, Pinocchio embarks make-upon a journey of self-discovery, learning what it way to be alive, mastering 2e6e3562d9dbc29d194484e1328ef239 and sacrifice, at the same time as Geppetto comes to turns that magical wood boy isn’t the son he lost.
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It’s no marvel that Hollywood studios have constantly been in opposition with each different, vining for smakeupremacy on the field workplace with a new assets this is either famous in pop culture or the today's and most recent trend. That being said, the jostling for viewership in their ultra-modern task can create that brazenly familiar tones, particularly if the difficulty rely / plot of the movie’s narrative may be pretty similar to each other function movie that became simply launched a few months lower back. As stated above, there may be a “déjà vu” feeling when this happens and (at the least to me) is kind of interesting to look the evaluation to see how one compares to the other. I imply…. some are higher than others as I individually discovered A computer virus’s lifestyles better than Antz, i found Armageddon to be greater of a Hollywood blockbuster endeavor than the extra dramatic individual turn in Deep impact, I regarded The status because the make-uperiormakeup of the 2 in opposition to The Illusionists, I favored the epic / darker take of Snow White and the Huntsman in place of more whimsical reflect, reflect, and that i liked the extra gritter tackle terrorism assaults in Olympus
Has Fallen instead of White residence Down. Of path, there are numerous different “comparable” movies which have pop out pretty close to each other, but those are the ones that right away come to thoughts. ultimately, while some are intentional or just sheer accident, similar film releases can make-up (and still do), with familiar plots and gimmicks take center degree and locating the distinction takes on such beliefs in movie storytelling.
This brings me returned to speakme about, Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio, a 2022 animated darkish myth movie and the ultra-modern interpretation of the Carl Collodi’s iconic tale of a timber boy. As said inside the paragraph above, similar films do pop out on occasion and 2022 was no special with the discharge announcement of two Pinocchio films from two special administrators. Of direction, the primary one was the generation that Disney had trademark in their release of Pinocchio, a stay-motion incarnation from their loved 1940 animated classic. sadly, whilst a few elements of the function had a several technical deserves and a few exact casting desire, the movie did not meet expectancies, with 2022’s Pinocchio missing appeal, coronary heart, and originality. certainly, I felt that way approximately that movie and ended make-up make- upsetmakeup by way of it, with my interest turning
closer to what director Guillermo del Toro turned into visioning for Collodi’s tale of Pinocchio. Given the director’s beyond experiences, i used to be absolutely going into the film with a lot of darker / mature flourishes and nuances from this project, especially how a number of the film’s stills and marketing campaign that began to appear on-line. With my work time table being so heavily during the time of its release, I didn’t get the chance to immediately watch the movie. I did, however, changed into able to finally see this movie after I went on vacation in February 2023, yet, whilst i used to be still gambling “trap make-up” with some of my other film reviews, I needed to pushed lower back writing my thoughts on this particular animated movie. Now, nearing the give makemakeup of the list of my “unfinished” reviews for 2022, I in the end now have the risk to share my personal mind on the film. And what did I think about it? well, I concept it become good, but no longer as exquisite as a few are making it out to be. Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio is a visually stunning animated movie that dances to its personal beat, with a darker and extra mature tale of the conventional timber boy but stalls in some regions. It’s honestly no longer the best generation of Pinocchio, however it's far truly the most exceptional….and that’s form of a great component.
Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio is directed by using Guillermo del Toro, whose preceding directorial works include such movies as Hellboy, The form of Water, and Pan’s Labyrinth, and Mark Gustafson, whose previous directorial quick movies, inclusive of Mr. Resistor and Joe Blow. at the same time as i am now not acquainted with Gustafson’s paintings, del Toro I truly recognize of and how he has applied cinematic storytelling to assignment some of his greater splendid elements and visions into his diverse tasks. He is also recognized for his “creature capabilities”, allowing such beings into his narrative in addition to sprinkling nuances of darker tones and tones throughout his manufacturing. So, it truly become curious to see del Toro tackle this type of task just like the tale of Pinocchio and how he could weave his signature. positive, enough, del Toro does control to make the complete endeavor very a lot “in-line” and “in spirt” to his thematically dark version of the wooden boy’s story,
without sacrificing the acquainted beats which can be customary to the tale that many have known for the duration of the years. evidently, this isn’t the Disney version of Pinocchio; some thing that del Toro surely makes his generation of Pinocchio regarded right from the get-go, with a darker and greater mature story to spin. hence, the juxtaposition of such dueling narratives from this precise film and to the 2022 stay-movement feature that the “house of Mouse” (a greater conventional representation) is in reality substantive. Who comes out on pinnacle? properly, for sheer distinction, it’s virtually Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio comes out on top (by a landslide), with new lively feature having a brand new representation of an antique traditional. That’s not to say that del Toro makes his film about Pinocchio absolutely unrecognizable, with numerous familiar tones and scenarios that play out in both films, which include a speakme cricket, a scheming pmake-uppeteer performer, a immense sea creature, and some different nuances.
That being said, Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio has a good deal extra new material to say about the wood boy that got here to lifestyles, with del Toro including to the Pinocchio mythos with touches of demise and loss in addition to studying about the arena / growing make-up. those precise factors may be determined in Disney version, but ordinarily buried under the tailor made youngster friendly approach. And that’s no longer a terrible component, in particular for the reason that Disney has made their animated tale of Pinocchio to be the maximum iconic version of all of them. Del Toro is really a near second, which weaves in greater make-upmakeup topics in addition to the director’s signature style and visible thrives into the mixture for a more worldly viewing that both speaks to the kid-like offerings of the classic tale, but nonetheless feels rooted within the darker factors of fairy story cultural representation. Del Toro’s films have usually sparked creativeness and fantasies with more darken motifs of creatures and / or scenarios, with his film about Pinocchio’s adventure having a more spiritual one, particularly since the narrative has a greater rooted human feelings and a better hold close on such massive ideas which includes dying and grief (extra on that under). There’s nonetheless some humorous bit and youngster-friendly amusing that are sprinkled inside and outside of the function, however, simply as word of warning for some viewers obtainable, Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio, whilst amazingly lively and meaningful poignant, won't be suitable for some more youthful viewers obtainable. And that’s now not a terrific or terrible thing as del Toro himself has always been partial to extra make-up delusion-esque storytelling (i.e., Pan’s Labyrinth) …. just an observation. So, regardless of if one likes (or dislikes) this particular movie, no one can deny how special this particular version of Pinocchio is….and that’s truely a very good issue, in particular to its different 2022 stay-movement counterpart from Disney.possibly the maximum interesting issue that the movie has to provide is in the sturdy and worldly themes / messages that the lively characteristic presents all through its narrative. even as the commonplace Pinocchio subject matters of doing what's proper and the learn to parent right natured vs. evil intentions in the face of naivety are surely provided inside the film, del Toro closely makes use of more mature themes, together with the movie exploring demise and grief in a totally transferring and human way. this may be seeing in Geppetto’s adventure within the characteristic, who, unlike other iterations of Pinocchio, has greater of a component to play within the narrative as the timber boy’s tale, with the elder man confront the power of grief and loss and looking to surmise the state of affairs that he’s in and the way Pinocchio isn’t the boy he just these days loss.
Even Pinocchio’s adventure has a greater mature feeling vibe all through, with the character going through demanding situations of dying (and completely greedy it), the electricity of deception, and going through reality of conflict (the death of childhood innocence). This sort of inspires a feel of darker topics that, whilst significant to all, can be seeing as complicated nature inside the story of wood boy coming to existence. standard, I make-upposemakeup that del Toro definitively made his mark on the Pinocchio trademark staple, with Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio speaking to the director’s style and visible flair and makes a brand new (and liked) revel in in the representation of the long-lasting story of a timber boy and the misadventures he is going thru.
wherein the film honestly does shine is inside the presentation category, with Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio making use of a completely distinct stance on the style of animation for this mission of show new spin on an vintage story. in place of just the use of conventional animation (whether second or 3-D), del Toro is going for something highly old, yet uncommon in nowadays’s film panorama of caricature characteristic endeavors in the presentation of stop-motion animation. Such a technique feels like a welcomed “breath of fresh air”, specifically thinking about the wide variety of lively films coming out which have the “same old” disheveled look to them. although, a recent spike in one of a kind varieties of animation (i.e., Spider-guy: Into the Spider-Verse, Puss in Boots: The last wish, The bad guys, etc.) has begun to surface, with increasingly studio now seeking out new innovations in visual telling an animated undertaking. Del Toro is right make-up inside the area, with his film having such first rate appearance approximately
it, with using clay “prevent motion” animation to deliver his new release of Collodi. Plus, the function layout of the all the characters within the function are pretty distinctive, with a touch of realism in addition to a touch of myth to them, make-up inmakeup some thing unconventional. Even the function’s setting is some thing one-of-a-type, which can be very picturesque and delightful to appearance, even some of the extra darker searching scenes. thus, the film’s “behind the scenes” team, consisting of man Davis and Curt Enderle (production layout), Robert DeSue (art direction), Jesse Gregg, Gillian Hunt, Samantha Levy, Molly light, Laura Savage, Zach Sheehan (set decorations), and Maeve Callahan, Emelia Hiltner, and Katy Strutz (hair / b6fd8d88d79ed1018df623d0b49e84e7), ought to be counseled for his or her notable efforts in making del Toro’s visible vision to life in such an interesting and smart way.
moreover, the film’s cinematography work through Frank Passingham is incredible for the duration of the film and enables build make-upon the visual style for the characteristic and brings the vital taste in del Toro’s masterplan for this undertaking. finally, the film’s score, which changed into composed by using Alexandre Desplat, is also pretty great, with a musical composition that hits all the proper notes in nearly each scenes, no matter if it’s a quiet dialogue one or a bombastic motion collection.
lamentably, there are several portions in the function’s development / task that holds the movie back from accomplishing genuine cinematic glory in a few crucial areas. How so? nicely, for starters, there's no denying how quite precise in trying to positioned a brand new spin on the conventional typically used interpretation of the Pinocchio tale. but, in spite of that belief, del Toro bites off a touch bit greater than he can chunk, with the narrative attempting a bit bit too difficult to be take the tale in a new darker path. on occasion, this can be useful in the film, specifically with del Toro’s tendency to portrayal darkness within a children’s story, however there are instances where that particular component receives stuck makeup a tad too much, which causes the function to make-up a barely distracting in seeking to be each one-of-a-kind and extra mature. Scenes of militaristic ideals and Italian fascism may be a bit bit distracting at a few points, specially since those factors are extra nuanced and don’t play much to the movie’s essential plot. Even the idea of death and how it gets intertwined into Pinocchio’s journey, while poignant and meaningful, comes at the rate of some thing flavored window dressing. again, I do apprehend del Toro’s intentions, with a vision this is just as ordinary and darker as his previous films, but feels now and again undercooked.
there is additionally a touch of inconsistency with the function, specially when the feature attempts to comprise musical songs into the narrative. On the bright aspect, the music facilitates increase a number of the darker tones of the feature and that the songs themselves are special from the ones from the enduring Disney model of Pinocchio (i.e. “whilst you desire Upon a celeb” or “No Strings on Me”). That being stated, the song themselves, whilst light in duration, don’t surely have a memorable impact on the characteristic. Of route, I do understand del Toro’s vision for this inclusion lyrical songs, yet the real execution of it comes off as a touch bit limp. Heck, I don’t even do not forget the songs themselves or maybe bear in mind the song of them. in addition, I felt that the significance of sure matters felt extra flat, with more recent thoughts taking middle stage, which looses the effect on a few.
One best instance is in the advent of iconic speakme cricket that offers Pinocchio advice, who does make an appearance and that i do have to make-upply credit for making the person different from the more 9aaf3f374c58e8c9dcdd1ebf10256fa5 iteration of Jimmy Cricket from Disney’s model, but seems alternatively forgetful in several chunks of the feature. accordingly, it sort of feels that del Toro and his crewmakeup and seeking to make the feature very lots one-of-a-kind from beyond portrayals of Pinocchio (of which it does), yet nonetheless appears like a number of the touches to distinguish itself appear a chunk clunky in how it is presentedmakeup inside the film.
The voice forged in Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio is stable all of the way round, with an assemblage of recognizable performing capabilities deliver their respective “A” vocal recreation to the proceedings, which allows elevates these unique characters that are each familiar and surprising to the telling of Pinocchio. main the price because the function’s identify man or woman is actor Gregory Mann, who presents the voice for Pinocchio. Mann, who's regarded for his roles in Victoria and The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, is not a acquainted / family call that many viewers recognize about, however his skills on this precise undertaking should be noticeably praised. To that make-upmakeup, Mann is remarkable in the position of Pinocchio, with the film make-upplying make-up a new and exciting take on the well-known wood boy come to life. In truth, inside the movie, del Toro imagines Pinocchio as more crude construct (built out of grief and rage / unhappiness), so the layout paintings is more barely misshapen and abnormal searching, which (of route) suits quite well into del Toro’s factors.
Even the man or woman of Pinocchio himself is pretty a unique take on the man or woman within the film, with this generation of the timber pmakeuppet come to life to be more infantile brat in preference to the greater docile and sweet version may have found in past favorites. He’s still naive and curious approximately the world round him (and the humans he meets), however there extra to it than that, with del Toro showing extra of childish behavior in the individual, which reasons frustration in each Geppetto and Sebastian during the film. It absolutely works and Mann is as much as the task via imbuing the person with such brash youth angst and once in a while egocentric conduct, which (in flip) makes the person growth of Pinocchio all the worthwhile by the time it reaches its end.
at the back of Mann, actor David Bradley does a totally spectacular and pretty frankly a memorable vocal overall performance in his portrayal of master Geppetto, Italian woodcarver / Pinocchio surrogate father in the story. known for his roles in recreation of Thrones, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, and After lifestyles, Bradley has actually constructed himself a high-quality profession at some stage in the years, particularly man or woman roles that match a elder and grizzled guy. Such is the case in his performance within the man or woman of Geppetto, the iconic man or woman from the Pinocchio story,
yet del Toro breathes new lifestyles on this antique familiar. Geppetto in the movie could be very grief troubled guy, who's full of rage and sadness over the lack of his son, that is some thing of a very human emotion. accordingly, the immediate connection is there and is felt at some point of the person’s journey in the film. Bradley’s voice additionally shares that emotionally weight, together with his portrayal of Geppetto have a touch of sadness and frustration of the conditions that Pinocchio finds himself in in addition to the disappointment the wood boy isn’t like his loved boy, Carlo. together, Bradley is first-rate inside the film because the character of Geppetto, with del Toro and his team giving the person greater to do (and holds a bigger significance) on this retelling of Pinocchio than each earlier than.
In extra secondary make-upportingmakeup roles, actor Ewan McGregor (celebrity Wars: Episode III – Revenge of the Sith and Moulin Rouge) provides a pleasant illustration in the voice of person Sebastian J. Cricket, journeying / speakme cricket who lives inside Pinocchio’s wood body as his manual and moral sense within the tale. Of path, the character is perhaps the most iconic creation from not simply the Collodi’s tale of Pinocchio, however also inside the form of Jimmy Cricket from Disney’s Pinocchio. From similarities, each Jimmy and Sebastian proportion some archetype position in the story of Pinocchio, with the latter have a chunk extra of small staple subplot of him looking to write down his memoirs of his existence. Plus, McGregor is perfect within the position of Sebastian, together with his voice undertaking the quantity of type-hearted and spoken that many have come to pick out the person of a speaking cricket of a timber boy’s conscious.
The distinction, but, is that he isn’t the main consciousness as Disney imagined him, with del Toro sort of pushing the character aside several times in prefer of introducing new ideas and concepts (as well as characters) into the cinematic cognizance. for this reason, Sebastian J. Cricket, while brilliantly voiced by McGregor, nonetheless is impactful to the overall story, but kind of wander off some times alongside the manner. After that, actor Christoph Waltz (Skyfall and Inglorious Basterds) gives a memorable (yet small) overall performance in voicing the character of count Volpe, a scheming and merciless aristocrat-turned-pmakeuppet grasp / con man. similar to what del Toro had in thoughts for the characteristic, the individual of Volpe is a reimagining of the Ringmaster from the unique Pinocchio tale (Stromboli from Disney’s Pinocchio) and you'll be able to effortlessly tell that Waltz was best for the function. He lays on thick (in an awesome manner), which enables build makeupon the man or woman who is looking to make a fortune off of befriending Pinocchio. All in all, I assume that Waltz changed into ideal as depend Volpe and that i won’t have it every other manner.
different make-up players inclusive of actor Ron Perlman (Sons of Anarchy and Hellboy) because the Podesta, a stern fascists authorities authentic who desires to use Pinocchio as a soldier within the conflict, and actor Finn Wolfhard (IT and Stranger things) as the Podesta’s son Candlewick are given exciting illustration within the movie as extremely counterpart phantasm to the individual of Coachman from the original tale and to the individual of Lampwick respectfully. subsequent, actress Tilda Swinton (medical doctor unusual and The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and the cloth cabinet) pulls off a dual position in the film as each the wood Sprite and the individual manifestation of death respectfully. while the wooden Sprite is del Toro’s play on the Pinocchio story because the blue fairy who gives life to the wood boy, the character of loss of life (who's the sister to the wood Sprite) is new idea for the narrative and allows build makeupon the mythos
themes of death inside the feature. Of direction, Swinton handles each roles successfully and gives each one a sort of mystify and otherworldly voice at some point of, which clearly fits their character personas. The only voice talent that I felt became underutilized was in actress Cate Blanchett (Tar and Elizabeth) in her man or woman role of Spazzatura, count Volpe’s mistreated monkey assistant. whilst the general character is excellent within the movie, I felt that Blanchett’s vocal overall performance become very minimum (Spazzatura can only speak via the pmake-uppets he operates) and, while she has any such memorable voice, changed into just giving a completely small function and didn’t completely applied the actress’s skills.
The relaxation of the solid, such as actor Burn Gorman (Pacific Rim and flip: Washington’s Spies) because the nearby priest in Geppetto’s village, actor Tim Blake Nelson (The make-upmakeup Hulk and O Brother, wherein art Thou?) as a flock of skeletal rabbits called the Black Rabbits, actor John Turturro (Barton Fink and Transformers) because the medical doctor in Geppetto’s village the Dottore, and actor Tom Kenny (SpongeBob SquarePants and talking Tom and friends) as the leader of Fascist Italy Benito Mussolini, his proper-hand guy, and an unnamed sea caption, are delegated to minor assisting characters within the film. whilst the movie doesn’t make-up these precise characters enough time to completely develop them well (servicing handiest in a handful of scenes), the appearing tale concerned are (despite the fact that) solid across the board.
final thoughts
Grieving over the lack of his son, Geppetto’s wish for his son’s back gets greater than what he’s bargained when a paranormal wooden boy advent is introduced to existence in the movie Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio. administrators Guillermo del Toro and Mark Gustafson’s cutting-edge movie takes the 9aaf3f374c58e8c9dcdd1ebf10256fa5 tale of Pinocchio and reimagines it for a new target market for a lively feature movie that holds extra heavy (thematic and narrative motive) instead of just a crude timber construct shell of the movie that plays make-upon antique homes. It’s both one-of-a-kind and familiar at the identical time, but in a good and refreshing way. whilst movie does falter in some areas in substance and execution, the characteristic itself is quite first rate in how differentiates it is without dropping the overall common tones that makes make-up the narrative, with del Toro’s remaining vision, a mature representation of the characters, sturdy and palpable subject matters, a top notch fashion of animation, and stable voice performing throughout the board. for my part, I preferred this film. It turned into courageous attempt to reimagine this sort of conventional story, mainly how the loved Disney
animated model made the tale of Pinocchio iconic, and i felt that del Toro made his mark at the story together with his interpretation. turned into a few elements clunky? sure, absolute confidence approximately that. become a bit bit too depressing? yes, it was. may want to it were tweaked here and there? yes, in a few regions. however, the film itself is strong manufactured from the director’s signature vision of darkish make-upmakeup visions of youngsters’s story and locating not unusual floor with it instead of a jarring revel in. It’s not as absolutely stellar as a few are making it out to be, but it’s in reality specific and formidable preference to make and that the gamble itself paid off in the long run. So, the big query….is that this film higher than Disney’s animated classic.
It’s difficult to say. for my part, I nonetheless like the Disney model, however (once more) the brilliance of del Toro’s creativeness (and thematic message) can not be denied. for that reason, my recommendation for this movie is distinctly favorable “noticeably encouraged” one, specifically folks who have been make-up through the 2022’s stay-action remake that Disney had put out, and seeking out some thing different from the story of a timber boy who learns right from wrong. in the end, even as Hollywood will keep (knowingly or unknowingly) to launch comparable films towards their rival studios counterparts, Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio captures a brand new imaginative and prescient of Collodi’s tale in wraps it makeup in del Toro’s fashion and visible aptitude for a mature spin on an antique children’s traditional.

A few years ago I was driving home from partying with some friends at about 4am in upstate New York. I was driving on a pretty remote backroad not near any houses when I came across a very odd scene. There was a bicycle in the middle of the road and a car crashed into an embankment facing my car on the oncoming side of the road.
I pulled up to the car and inside was a boy aged 17-20, I’ll call him Jeff. Jeff was trying to get the car to move out of the ditch but it wasn’t working. He was totally panicked and disoriented. I asked him if he was okay and he quickly told me that this car was not his, and that he had been on the bike which was in the street. I said well who’s car is this since there was no one else around to which he said there was someone “in there” and he pointed to a wooded area just off the side of the road.
A bit startled I asked Jeff if the driver of the crashed car was okay? He said he wasn’t sure. I urged him to get out of the car and find the other person in the wooded area but he was clearly reluctant. He half heartedly called out for the driver and sort of walked around the edge of the tree line for a minute before walking towards my car. He clearly wasn’t interested in finding or helping whoever had crashed. I never heard any sound coming from those woods for the duration of this event.
As he approached my car I realized Jeff was covered in mud, which was alarming to me since the way the car had crashed wouldn’t have caused him to get so muddy, he could get in and out of the car somewhat normally. I told him that we needed to call the police and get help for the person who was in the woods but Jeff said that he didn’t want to get in trouble. When I made it clear I was pulling out my phone to call 911 he stopped me and offered me a deal.
Jeff said he would call the police, but first I had to leave. I told him no, that if I left I was going to call the police and tell them everything. He didn’t like that option so he came up with his next best offer, call the police himself while I stayed there with him and listened. He called and only told them there was a car accident. Didn’t mention that anyone was hurt, didn’t mention the other person in the woods, or that he himself was involved in any way. He then hung up and told me he was leaving and started walking towards his bike.
I drove away, and I called the police immediately. I explained to the dispatcher everything and she immediately upgraded the situation to a higher level and sent an ambulance to the scene. The police arrived and picked up Jeff who was fleeing the scene on his bike. That’s all I ever found out from police, and I have always wondered what the hell actually happened that night.

This shi boutta be so corny so excuse me for a few mins
I know nobody wants to hear how hyped I am for this deluxe / album, but let me just rant and do this shi real quick. Im boutta write a fuckin essay MLA included in this bitch.
Let me set the setting. A small New York town in 2021. Im just about to graduate 8th grade (shut the fuck up ight) and I’ve been listening to T since I’d say around Flower Boy, only cause I was too young to care about music during 2015 when Cherry Bomb came out. Anyways, I loved IGOR and played it to death during May 2019, and I remember I was in the corner of my room, I don’t know what I was doing but I was just sitting there. I got a notification for Lumberjack and was excited as I knew he was gonna drop something soon, I just wasn’t sure when. It was June 16th. He announced the album to be on the 25th, the day after I graduated. I was so hyped to see he was really back to rapping, even though I love everything about his instrumentation. I’m a producer myself, and at the time, I was trying to find my sound and what I was capable of making. Anyways, that week was hell waiting, calling the number, seeing the billboards. One of the coolest rollouts I’ve seen and been a part of.
It’s June 24th, I’m outside at my high school’s field waiting for my graduation to start. My friend comes up and asks if I heard any of the album. I told him I’ve been waiting but he told me about Wayne’s verse on HOT WIND BLOWS. (He used the lil VPN thing). I decided to listen just to one track and I was so hyped. I really don’t know when I listened to it all the way through the first time, but I remember every single day of that summer because of this album. Biking in the warm weather with my friends, stopping at the ice cream shop and getting a quick small scoop cone, biking to my friends house and going swimming until it’s so dark out we can’t see anything. I spent my whole summer with this album. I remember my cousins, aunt, and uncle were moving from Connecticut to New York, so for 6 weeks they used our house for the summer. They stayed in my room, while I stayed in the office room. I set up my PC and it was a tiny room but for 6 weeks it would be fine. I opened up FL Studio then thought about how cool it would be to have a collective and have a lot of people just have fun and make music as kids. I made a tiktok about it and soon enough, we had our own lil collective starting up. It didn’t get anywhere by the way, it was just a fun project for the summer. I could go on and on but what I’m trying to say here is that Call Me if You Get Lost is one of my favorite, if not my favorite album of all time. I know it’s a hot take for some people, but the memories I have associated with it alone make it my favorite. The vibe. the instruments he used, the pure joy of the album felt so much like how I was feeling. Not giving a fuck, biking every single day with my friends. “Meet at the baseball field” texts, and just getting on my bike and going. We didn’t know what we were gonna do for the day, but the pure joy of 5-6 friends doing whatever for a few months was one of the best feelings in the world, and Tyler really helped capture those memories and feelings. I remember being in the car with my cousins about to go to the pool and I turned out Hot Wind Blows, looked out the window. and just embraced everything. How happy I was. I had graduation money, friends, it was just the best feeling in the world.
I know this shit is super super corny and I know that some or even any of y’all can’t relate to this, but I just wanted to get me story out because I am so excited for this. I could go on and on. Im sure none of y’all read this all the way through, but if y’all did, thanks for reminiscing with me about what it felt to be a kid again.

My father was my stay at home parent as a kid. My father was the fun dad that entertained all of the kids around outside building bike tracks and luges in the winter. My mom is a doctor and worked 3 jobs. My parents agreed that my dad would get a job when I, the youngest of 2 was in grade 6. Around the time my mother started asking him to get a job my father started going down hill. He started researching conspiracy theories on the internet. It began getting really bad by the time I hit high school. He got very physically aggressive and verbally aggressive everyday. Eventually, it got to the point where he can’t have a normal conversation with anyone. Every year things just get worse. He started trying to make waves Waves he made: 1. Going into a high school and harassing my science teachers to the point of getting restraining orders 2. Getting arrested at antimasking protests while high on shrooms 3. Breaking into the premier’s private home 4. Creating national news with dozens of court cases for something I don’t believe in. 5. Growing drugs in the bedroom of my grandparents cottage. My father also threatened to have me killed when I threw out his drugs.
He has done other acts that have affected me, many of which making a public scene. Last month, my mother got my father to watch our family dogs while we were out of town. My father got drunk and high. He used a wood stove in the basement, cleaned out the stove and left a cardboard box full of hot ashes in the basement (he is under the belief that power was going to be shut off by the government) and burnt down my mother’s house, destroying every belonging she owns. I saw him for the first time in years in the hotel. I am now 21 and he assaulted me in the parking garage. Should I use the video footage to file a restraining order. Charges the battery and assault will negatively affect his criminal cases he’s already fighting.

All in all I buy mostly all of the cleaning supplies because its only 4-7$ so its fine. My parents also give me some stuff so its all good. We do split the paper towels and tissue and trash bags.
I bought hand soap thats lasted us all year LITERALLY. and didnt charge them. I also bought cute soap dispensers. which i will be taking when i leave.
I bought the shower mat and I also have my desk as a dining table and i bought chairs from my parents.
I also tend to dispute with the landlord about certain issues about the house. Its always me which Im fine with but yeah.
I usually clean and when I clean I deep clean lol…maybe every 2-3 weeks and take out trash regularly although I can be a pain when it comes to washing dishes but most ive ever left them was a week because I was sick and it was finals week and I also went home.
After I came back I washed them all and even washed my roommates
I usually leave my dishes 1-3 days. But yes sometimes its a week but i always wash and again its usually when im sick or finals or just busy.
whenever my roommate has people over she uses my dishes which I’m fine with because shes always offering me food and tea.
I bring people over but most of the time its just quiet. and weekends or fridays. I come home late around 8-9 and lock myself in my room or talk with roommate. Sometimes i do hw in the living area but again im usually in my room.
I’m an architecture student so there are times u have paper and glue EVERYWHERE. But then i clean it all up. Usually during finals week. takes me at least a week to gather myself.
Anyway The last roommate that left owed my current roommate $270.
I fought for her and she paid her back. The last roommate left her microwave, vacuum, plants and a tea pot. since she left all of those things I told her not to pay me back but since she left everything we are even and her things become mine.
The girl is still paying for the wifi which im not paying since she still owes me but should i also take the stuff she left? I told her since she didnt have to pay me because she was leaving stuff so we are even. I may just leave the microwave and take everything else not sure
she owes me 4 months of electricity bill which is 72$ about.
I owe her 3 months of wifi which $42.
Im planning not to pay for the last two months im here.. (actually not sure since we have another roommate) the wifi only
But even if I do/ dont pay I am planning on taking the vacuum and some of her plants and a tea pot thing. maybe the rice cooker Lol idk about that one. I’ll leave the microwave depending on weather I pay for the the last two months or not. It would be like $28.
so yeah.

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Roll	Result
1	Answer the call. It comes soon.
2	Your gut will soon tell you to do something that contradicts reason. Follow reason.
3	You must drink of the poison well and eat of the spoiled pantry.
4	A wilting lineage droops to shadowy lows. What the rotten fruit begets chokes out the tree of its birth.
5	Seek the Egg of Stone; Face the Dragon!
6	You will find the answer to a long, mysterious riddle in your family bloodline buried between two oak trees, west of the village you grew up in.
7	Torch and candle, wax and wick, in the hall of fire, move right quick!
8	Look for the priestess, she will bring salvation.
9	Your actions have had unintended and unforeseeable consequences, and have placed into action the final piece of that which now approaches you. You are the harbinger of your own death
10	If you believe in telekinesis, raise my hand. The fortune teller then proceeds to raise their hand.
11	You can either have a meaningful death or enjoy old age, but not both.
12	A Fall is Coming; Winter Just Round the Bend; Enjoy Spring; Summer Shall Bring An End!
13	Trust not the travelers numbering odd.
14	Do not cross the mountain!
15	Cross the Mountain!
16	Greed is a poor man's compass, and I see gold and riches in your future.
17	Beware, for the Great Gyre is Nigh; The Slouching Beast Will Soon Arrive!
18	Every failure is a rung in your ladder. Climb on.
19	Your deeds are the seeds you sow. Harvest is coming.
20	A path of death lies in your wake.
21	The path less traveled is paved in gold.
22	Your wealth will grow but your friendships will suffer.
23	You will soon have the opportunity to help someone strong in their time of weakness.
24	(1d10) Stars Mark the Path!
25	When the dawn will come at the birthday of the mother, rats and snakes will devour all hopes.
26	Poor fortune for ye, unless you confess your guilt to the willow tree.
27	Follow the flight of birds, never in winter, always returning.
28	And through the drifts the snowy clifts Did send a dismal sheen: Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken The ice was all between.
29	Your luck is a shame until you trade with your mate who has one of the same.
30	A single wolf is slaughtered by many enemies that surround it. Let this be a warning sign of danger that is preventable by the pack.
31	The shadow of the dragon is an omen, but coming of the wolf is the sign.
32	Lay not your head in the barn animals' bed, for the headsman soon calls.
33	Keep a Candle Burning; Lest The Dark Take Even Your Fears Away.
34	As the hermit emerges from hiding, darkness shall soon emerge as well.
35	That which you hold most dear will turn against you and lead you to ruin
36	Jump the Broom; Dance above the Blades!
37	The Moon Shines Brightest to Those in Her Favor.
38	Great deeds are done by those who are scared and foolish deeds by those who are not.
39	Left at the stream, at the face look right, crawl through the dark, and you will find the light!
40	A figment in blue will cross your path tomorrow. You will know it when you see the sign. You must turn around 4 times and speak the following words:
41	Steel your heart for darkness ahead. Your betrayal has already happened though you do not yet know it.
42	Fools will take great heed of your words. Use this to your advantage.
43	You will be presented with one of your deepest fears. Overcome it or perish.
44	Never bring upon yourself the wrath of the chicken. You may think this a metaphor, but it is not. Their beaks are sharp like my toes.
45	The treasure you are looking for is in the fruit.
46	Fair weather does not bring a rainbow.
47	Someone you remember, someone you forget, someone with a favor, another with a threat.
48	Your greatest challenge is within, not without.
49	The fall of slow rain upon the barren field will lead you to the house which shelters your destiny
50	For one wish to make, it'll be more wish to crumble.
51	The rope with which you climb may also hang you if you are not careful.
52	Cloak in the water. The man is crying. Let the leaf falls and everything will be fine.
53	Beware! Blessings from above may actually be curses from below!
54	Swords Shall Pierce Thine Heart; Pin Thy Love Lest It Be Lost.
55	Salt thy wounds, relish the sting, sweet is the knave, and bold is the king.
56	The thoughts you have had but not put into action are leading you down a path to your own undoing
57	When the leaves fall from the trees so too shall the stars fall from the sky.
58	Not all the frogs are in the pond, beware of them.
59	Build Not Houses of White Stone.
60	Between silver and gold, choose evil's bane. Between fire and chill, the lady's kiss.
61	Thrice will call the raven, heed its warn lest the fourth cry your dirge.
62	Three Crones Shall Visit Thee and Thier Lights Shall Reveal the Truth of What Thou Doth Seek!
63	A shrewd and very attractive fortune teller has put a curse on you. I will remove it for an additional sum.
64	The face of the one you seek is thus- a busker at dawn; a composer at noon; a patron at dusk; a maestro under the stars.
65	The truth will come from a child's toy. The lie will come from a weapon.
66	Beware the men with gills. Speak not to the sea or the southern wind.
67	Don't trust the song of the birds.
68	Poorly-dresed skanks like you will die alone. Naked, and alone. (Works best in an arctic setting, or not.)
69	Never lick a horse in the mouth, they bite.
70	Watch for a nobleman in red, for he is a devil in disguise.
71	Travel five days with the silver star at your heels, then cross the raging river. There you will come to realize your true self.
72	Don't move when the night song come, or you'll gain something you don't want, and lost something you wanted to keep.
73	Your hands will taste of orange in the near future.
74	The gears turn long after the machine has been broken. He who built it cannot mend it. He who holds it cannot carry it. He who finds it cannot speak it.
75	Beware of the blinding red light. If you see this light, you must flee. It will only bring you death!
76	Do not heed advice from one with whom you would not trade places.
77	Gold, Silver, Copper; Never in the Opposite Order!
78	Find the woman who gives birds their song.
79	Let Not Cold Enter Your Heart, For Then Only Love Can Drive It Out!
80	When you are done, the spirit haunting will pass over you.
81	Speak Not The Name Unspoken; They Listen, Always.
82	Trust the twin with no siblings, but abhor the lone child.
83	In the high plain there's a dark moon. Don't follow the light.
84	A copper for the maid, a silver to the beggar, and a gold for a lonely tune, may the vault of riches open to you.
85	You will be an old man/woman by the time your quest is complete.
86	You Must Seek the Leaf that Grows Not On Any Tree!
87	Take something old, give something new, doubt something red, trust something blue.
88	Begrudge not the thieving monkey, lest you take its place in the tiger's jaws.
89	The mother has disguised herself. Her babe is lost and will not return. She will nurse no other.
90	Listen to your fear, it may make a good point.
91	Someone you trust is plotting against you.
92	Gaze through the cracked window, and only then will you see clearly.
93	A dragon will give you a jewel. Beware the generous miser.
94	Spill Forth a Dram for the Lost; Make Merry in the Name of Those Who Pay the Highest Price!
95	Do not trust your thoughts. They will hinder your victory.
96	One for the fire, two for the clouds, and three for the knights.
97	Your nights will grow colder still, to match the heat of growing fires.
98	An ancient empire will rise from the waves along with ancient secrets.
99	A helping hand will come from an unlikely place. Trust it at your own peril.
100	Caution and prudence are luxuries afforded only to those with time on their side.
101	Today was possibly the most important day of your life! Congrat.. oh... you missed it... tsk tsk tsk... What a shame... A do-over, then! Tomorrow you will wake up and it will be today. Make sure you return or that decree will stay. k, Bye!
102	Seek ye the good behind the bad and beware the bad behind the good.
103	A song contains a wish. Only the name will answer.
104	The poison of the moon lies only once.
105	Only when the lovers are reunited can the curse be broken.
106	If you never fall you aren't moving fast enough.
107	A fortune most cold if you do as you're told.
108	Near the montains, there is a grey falcon. Look at the eyes, and you'll die. Look at the tail, and you'll be rich.
109	Your legacy depends not on what you do when you succeed, but rather what you do when you fail.
110	The light will be in the shadowest darkness.
111	The wisest men envy the grave.
112	The black sky will shield you from your enemies. Travel by night.
113	Sphinx of Black Quartz, Judge Thy Vow.
114	Your money, here, have it back. The fortune you've asked me to read, never shall I speak of it in this life or any hereafter.
115	Beware the snake's venom, not its bite.
116	You will find common purpose with an enemy and turn them into an ally.
117	What you have lost will never again be found.
118	Beware, young mouse, for the lion is thorned.
119	There be dragons in ye head. Make sure to feed them.
120	Three Coins Must Ye Pay; Three Prices Dear, Secrets Thrice Revealed, 'ere The Light of Day.

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Throughout the last few years, I have made numerous attempts to document the events that followed my 17th birthday. I haven’t been very successful: memories elude me like butterflies through my bare hands, and what I do manage to catch dies on its way to the page. As time passes, my recollection has continued to fade, and that scares me. I believe my story deserves to be told, and I think I owe it to myself to tell it before I lose it forever.
When I was 16, my grandfather gave me a letter. This was not necessarily the beginning of my story, but I am starting with it for the simple reason that it has already been written.
Dear Abby,
I’m writing you this letter to say goodbye. I’m not expecting to die before you read it, or anything like that - no need to rush downstairs and call an ambulance.
I just have a feeling, of a sort. Maybe it’s a premonition, or maybe I’m just recognizing a pattern. Whatever it is, I just know that sometime soon - maybe tomorrow, maybe next year - you are going to go off somewhere, and when you do, I will die. No sooner, no later. I’m not saying it will be your fault - I’m not going to die of a broken heart from your absence, if that’s what it sounds like. It will probably be a heart attack, maybe a stroke, it could even be an accident. Again, it won’t be your fault, and you don’t need to stay on my account - I’ve already lived many long, happy years, and I don’t have any business sticking around for much longer.
I am writing you this goodbye as a letter so that you will have it with you when you decide to go. I doubt I’ll be given any warning before you leave, and frankly, I don’t want it. I know you don't like goodbyes, and neither do I. If you come to say goodbye before you go, then once you leave I will die sad and alone, knowing how terrible the ordeal ahead of you will be. Instead, please just take this letter with you. You can read it again on your way, and I’ll be able to die in blissful peace and ignorance.
I wish you would stay. I used to think that if your Grandma Abigail and I loved you enough, it might keep you from that awful place. I know now that it was a futile hope, but I still implore you to stay away from it. You’ve endured more pain than most kids your age, and while I won’t say that this place is worse than what you’ve been through, it carries a different type of suffering - one that is unrelentingly malevolent and sadistic.
I've seen enough signs for me to know there’s probably nothing I can say or do to keep you here, but if you find yourself in a situation where you have a conscious choice to stay or go, please stay. You’re a bright girl with a long and happy life ahead of you, no matter how grim things seem right now.
I figure this is the part where I should gush about my feelings. I’ve never been much for feelings, but I do okay with stories, so I’ll give you one of those instead, and I hope you’ll get what you can out of it.
I think I always suspected what you had ahead of you, but the first time it became real for me was about twelve years ago.
When you were four years old, I would take you to the park in our neighbourhood almost every day. It wasn’t much of a park, but it was what we had, and you seemed to like it well enough. You might have been too young to remember it properly, so I’ll fill in some of the details. At the entrance of the park, there was a nice little playground with gravel surfacing. It had some monkey bars, swings, a slide, and a sandbox. There was a nice bench attached to the frame that held the gravel in, and I would sit there and watch you do your thing. I wish I had been spry enough to join in, but even back then I couldn’t move around very well. A kid ought to have a father who can keep up with them, and I’m sorry that I was all you got.
Behind the playground, there was a field with enough room for kids to play soccer, which they often did. You wanted to join, of course, but the kids there were quite a few years older than you, so instead you’d sit on the swingset and watch them. There was a nice pair of siblings, brother and sister - I think they were twins - who would sometimes kick a ball around with you when a game wasn’t in progress. I met their parents once or twice; they didn’t seem too remarkable, but evidently did a good job. That’s not particularly relevant, but I figure it’s never a bad idea to remind you that a little act of kindness can stick around in someone’s life for a long time.
The soccer field was surrounded by a treed area. It was mostly evergreens. I have it in my head that spruce trees are the ones with the short, dense needles, and pine trees have long, soft needles. If that’s correct, then these were spruce trees. There were a few leafy trees mixed in there as well - ash and aspen, probably, the type you’d expect to see in our city. It was more of a thicket than a forest - it couldn’t have been larger than a city block in total area - so I didn’t think anything of it. There certainly wasn’t enough room for anything to be lurking in it - the thought that it might not be safe didn’t even cross my mind.
When there were other kids around, you’d often run through the woods and play a game called “forest people.” I’m not sure what the game entailed beyond a lot of hollering and waving sticks around, but it seemed like the kind of good-old-fashioned fun that kids these days don’t get enough of, where the only rules are the ones you make up and you don’t need any fancy toys or equipment. I would say “it’s just like when I was a kid” except that wouldn’t really be true.
You used to brag to me that you and “Wormy” had come up with the game, and that all the other kids loved it. That’s all I ever heard about this “Wormy” character - it seemed like he was an imaginary friend of some sort. The idea of imaginary friends has always put me off a little bit - I'm not sure if it’s normal for a parent to worry that their child’s imaginary friend might actually be a real-life child predator, but I sure did. I scoured the trees to make sure there weren’t any signs that someone had camped out there, and I asked around to see if there’d been any vagrants in the area - nothing turned up. I felt a lot better after you showed me that “Wormy” was what you called the worms and caterpillars. You’ve always been a creative kid, and I hope you never lose that.
One day, you and I went out to the park with a bucket of sidewalk chalk that your grandma had just bought for you. There was a coupon for chalk in the supermarket flyer, and she had a bad habit of buying just about anything when there was a good deal on it. You were so excited about the chalk, though, that it seemed to be worth it.
You started out by drawing on the sidewalk next to the park, but then a couple of kids your age showed up, and you all ran off to play “forest people,” taking the chalk with you. I don’t know if you still remember that day, or if it left an impression on you, but I just want to say that I’m sorry for the way I acted. If you don’t remember, you and your friends came back out of the trees with your faces covered in tree sap and coloured in with white chalk, sporting big grins. I immediately picked you up, with strength I didn’t know I still had, and hauled you home. I made you scrub your face until all the gunk was gone - it must have taken an hour - and threw out your sidewalk chalk. I don’t think I spoke a word the whole time.
You were just a kid - a perfect, precious kid - and I should not have made you suffer for my issues. You couldn’t have known how viscerally horrifying it was for me to see you with your face painted like that. I should have let you know how I was feeling - I wasn’t mad at you, I was terrified for you. At the time, the fear seemed irrational, so I was embarrassed about it, and that kept me from telling you how I felt. That night, I laid awake and cried uncontrollably. I almost never cry, as you know. It took Abigail hours to calm me down, but if it was up to anyone other than her I think I would have been inconsolable for weeks. She gave me a very stern talking-to the next day, of course, and you got extra dessert for a little while after that.
In retrospect, I think the severity of my reaction was appropriate, though I should have handled it differently. If anything, that day should have affected me even more. I still took you to the park after that, and still let you run around in the trees. You started spending time alone in there, as well. I always made sure to keep an eye on you, of course - the thicket was small enough that I could see almost all of it from my bench - but I still wish I was more careful. I know there’s something to be said for giving children some freedom, letting them make mistakes, and not being a helicopter parent, and I know things probably wouldn’t be much different even if I’d kept you out of the forest, but even so, if I could do it over, there is no chance I would let you anywhere near that park.
Two months after the chalk incident, I happened to fall asleep at the park while you were off in the trees alone. Now, I know a certain amount of narcolepsy tends to come with advanced age, and I’m not immune to it, but I was sure that I could always keep myself awake when I needed to. I had never felt myself close to nodding off while watching you before, and if I had any inclination that I might fall asleep, I would not have taken you to the park without additional supervision. I firmly believe that my error was taking you there in the first place, not inattention. The things I dreamed there all but confirm it, in my view.
I woke up sharply and suddenly, as though something had shaken me awake. Awakening to the sight of the forest was profoundly unpleasant - moreso when I realised I couldn’t see you. The first instinct of any normal parent would be to call the police or search the vicinity, but I got up and sprinted towards the thicket without a second thought - the thicket that was visibly empty. If sitting on the bench instead of playing with you allowed me to save all my energy for that moment, then it was worth it, because I tore through those trees faster than I could have as a young man. Branches whipped past my face as I ran deeper and deeper into the forest. What struck me in that moment was how terrified I was for myself. You were in danger - maybe lost forever - and yet I still felt this horrible terror as if I was plunging into an abyss, and every fibre of my being screamed for me to turn around and save myself. I am ashamed at how hard it was to suppress that feeling and continue onwards.
I began to panic when I saw a creek snaking through the forest in front of me. I turned to continue along the creek’s edge, but found myself hesitating. Again, I was filled with selfish concern for my own life. At that point, I was convinced that you were already gone. Did I really need to throw my life away? I could turn back instead, and live the rest of my days in peace. I am terribly ashamed, but those were the thoughts that crossed my mind at the time. I stopped for almost a full second before I started again along the creek’s path.
I finally caught up about five minutes later. You were standing in the middle of a clearing, ringed by birch trees. Your head was tilted upwards, watching and listening. I kept my gaze towards the ground and put on a burst of speed towards you, grabbed you and slung you over my shoulder - you didn’t resist - and took off in the direction I came.
It only took a minute to cover the distance to the park and leave the forest behind us. I didn’t look back or slow down until we reached our house.
That was the night that we got a call from the hospital saying your Grandma Abigail had passed away. It happened while we were at the park - she had suffered a heart attack while at the grocery store. The hospital had been trying to reach me while I was out, but my cell phone didn’t start ringing until we got back to the house. It feels wrong to mention this without saying more about it, but I’m going to leave it there anyway.
I know it’s in poor taste to state the moral at the end of a story, but in case it hasn’t come through clearly enough, the moral of this story is that I am so sorry for all the ways I’ve failed you, but I love you more than anything, and there’s nothing in the world I wouldn’t do to keep you safe and happy and healthy.
I love you, Abby. You’re a wonderful young woman, so brave and selfless and smart. It’s hurt me so much to see all that you’ve been through in the last few years, but I’m so proud of how strong you’ve been, and I know your Mom and Dad and Grandma all feel the same way. I promise that things will get better, even if they have to get worse first.
I wish I could tell you more about what’s out there. I tried for a few years to write an account of it, but I just can’t seem to dredge it up. I can remember a collection of feelings, facts, and vague ideas, but no proper memories. I’ve been putting what I can on paper when it comes to me, and I’ll attach my notes to this letter.
Feel free to talk to me about any of this if you’d like, I’ll be around as long as you are. Just remember not to say goodbye, and please don’t talk about wanting to leave or when you might do it - if you go, just go.
Love,
Grandpa Peter
For the record, I never blamed my grandfather for anything, not even the chalk. I knew what kind of man he was, and he never broke my trust. I knew that if he made mistakes there were usually reasons behind them.
In the months after my grandfather gave me the letter, I talked with him a few times about his life, what he’d been through, and what he thought I might go through. I think I might write those conversations down next. I don’t have recordings or anything like that, so I’ll have to write from memory. I think it’ll be a good exercise: my writing, someone else’s story. I hope that might help me feel more comfortable with finally sharing my own story.
It seems I lost the sheet of paper that was attached to the letter, where my grandfather wrote down those notes he mentioned. I wish I had it, as it would be helpful to have a little more than just memory to go on.
I can’t promise that I’m going to write more, since this was just the easy part. But I hope that I can.

It's almost time for my annual struggle-- finding scents to wear when it's warm out. You see, I was born and raised in Michigan, and my delicate northern nose is mainly a fan of cozy cold weather scents. I'd love to love the scent of fresh cut grass, but unfortunately I was made for amber and oud. I love the "heavy" things, and find myself disliking most notes that I associate with being cooler and lighter. Before I started wearing perfumes regularly I didn't really mind mainly wearing them in winter, but lately I've been noticing how much I miss picking scents in the summer. I made an effort to sample some things last summer, but now it's starting to inch past coat weather and I'm not super satisfied with anything I have. At this point my goto is an old Avon bottle (Mesmerize black- pepper and cedar), and I'd love to change that.
I've probably tried Death and Floral the most, and I'm realizing I tend to try out things based on whether they sound interesting rather than something I actually want to smell like. Novelty is still something I'm a fan of, but at this point I'd just appreciate something that just smells good. I'd love any suggestions you have! I normally gravitate towards more masculine scents, but this isn't a super hard rule.
And now... the Details (soooo many, feel free to skip!).
Likes: Vanilla, spices (cardamom!), amber, patchouli, woods, rice, musk, incense, fun atmospherics
Dislikes: Most florals, anything super green or aquatic
Samples I've liked previously that I can convince myself are summery if I squint: D&F Half hoping to be eaten by a bear (probably one of my favorite scents in general), D&F Kodachrome, D&F Doomsday ("summer" is a loose term at this point) BPAL Imp, Pulp Hall of Mirrors
On the fence: D&F She plucked our hearts (It's greener than I'd like but I don't completely hate it), Zoologist Squid (I hate it initially but it eventually settles into a warmish musk that I like), D&F Nothing Rusts in the desert (too floral but I'm going to test it again)
Disliked: D&F Two Cups of Tea, D&F The people you love become ghosts (would anyone count this as summery? probably not! anyway, I just get florals), D&F Freshly dead (went soapy on me), D&F Deer deer deer, BPAL Twinkle Twinkle Little Bat
I'm waiting on a batch of samples right now, and also just got D&F's Mountain cats will come to drag away your bones that I'm letting rest. I'm hoping it's a brighter version of half hoping to be eaten by a bear? Anyway! As I was writing this I noticed the lack of citrus, which very well could be part of the solution. I might start looking for some more of those for my next order, but I'd love any other suggestions in the meantime.
TLDR! I want something I can wear in the summer but I mostly like wintery scent categories.

Hi, I've been taking shrooms since 2014, and here is a quick list of my best advice.
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1. When researching about growing shrooms, use Tor Browser. Tor Browser will ensure your ISP/The Government can't easily determine which website your visiting. This means, you can browse Shroomery, This subreddit, or Mycotopia grow guide forum sub-sections, in privacy and the government cant see you browing those sites.
2. When buying spores, pay via Cash in Mail, or preferably Bitcoin from a privately controlled wallet, such as Mycelium wallet for Android, and buy the spores while using public wifi or a VPN server located in the same country as you. For example, I get like $100 BTC onto my Mycelium wallet, and then I buy like 7 spore syringes while on Starbucks Wifi. If I lived in Los Angeles, I'd use a Los Angeles VPN server if public wifi wasn't avaible. I don't reccomend buy spores with a debit card, Cash App, Zelle, Etc. Just Cash in mail or Bitcoin/Other Crypto.
3. When shipping spores/receiving shipped spores, I reccomend receiving spores to a PO box, or Private Mailbox. This will keep your growing/home address out of the spore companies permanant shipping records.
4. PF-Tek Enhancement: Always Bake your Vermiculite before using it to make substrate. Vermiculite won't grow contamination mold on its own, but the vermiculite can be damp/moist, and carry contam mold spores on it (such as from rain or contam spores entering the bag of verm, while the bag of verm is sitting in the gardening section of home depot). I've had derm be damp before too, which isn't good (damp verm could be harboring bacteria, mold spores) etc, so I bake my verm about 1 inch deep in a baking dish, on 400-450F, for 1 hour, stirring every 15 minutes. The final result will be more sterile (less bacteria and active as in able-to-grow contam mold spores) in the verm. This baked verm is cleaner, and will result is a lower possibility of contamination during your grow. It's nice and dry, light, and crispy/airy after being baked. Let it cool for at least 30 min to 1 hour to reach room temprature before using in substrate.
5. Be sure to store your shrooms in a truely air-tight container. I've gotten very sick twice, from eating once-dry shrooms that got wet and began to slightly rot, which I dismissed as (shroom nasty taste). I was texting my family my final goodbyes, I legit got some sickness because the shrooms were slightly, invisibly rotting. I noticed they didn't snap when bent, but instead bent without snapping, indicating moisture.
6. For a more intense, but shorter experience tripping, try a lemon-tek. A lemon-tek won't burn you like a hot tea could, and the lemon-tek adds vital Vitamin-C to enhance homeostasis during the trip. I grind my dry shrooms, and place the shroom-powder in a tea-bag, then add the shroom-powder-tea-bag to the lemon juice, and let it soak for 15 minutes, remove the tea bag, and drink. The goal is to extract the psilocin without consuming chitin which is irritating. I've had properly-strong trips using the lemon-tek. The sober to instantly tripping conversion is more powerful and less of a slow and easy come-up, but if you have problems with "no visuals, or a weak trip", try a lemon-tek. Basically, a lemon-tek just concentrates the psilocin into one easy to digest form, instead of eating dried shrooms, where your body has to slowly digest and convert the psilocybin into psilocin. Thus, the Lemon-Tek is a more potent, but shorter-acting trip. Personally, I enjoy the lemon-tek the most, because it guarantees you'll experience a full, complete trip due to the intensity. In my experience, you'll be tripping so fast, you won't really have time to worry, thats just my experience though and because I enjoy the trip.
7. If you feel like having a bad trip, or are just getting anxiety wondering if your about to/are having a bad trip, I personally calm down by listening to soothing nature documentaries, like sounds of a river or waterfall, or listening to folk music written hundereds of years ago. For example, I'd like a random folk song I've never heard until today, like https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NYc4LTG5Loc or https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R6Xye0ogJ5I or https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fv8PBMs-IAc for example. I really like ancient folk music.
8. If you feel psysically sick, and you ate whole mushrooms its probably just the Chitin in the mushroom cell-body being hard to digest. Don't feel bad about throwing up.
9. If you feel like you really regret taking the shrooms, count your blessings, and hang on for dear life until it passes. I've been there at the "Just grip this pillow and wait for it to pass" after I ate almost 25 dried grams of Cubensis. It was both the most amazing and ... scary experience ever. At first, all was well, even during the peak of the trip, but then like my body just gave out and was exhaused by the trip, maybe my blood sugar collapsed because I had been fasting for hours before that... I probably just had low blood sugar and it hit really hard all at once. But the peak of the trip was purely awesome, I felt no pain, no soreness, no tiredness, just energy and common brother-hood with humanity, so I don't regret taking the shrooms, I think just my blood sugar was super low from fasting for 14 hours LOL.
10. I reccomend eating shrooms after like a 4-6 hour fast, then eat the shrooms, and once your tripping if you need food, an apple, some water and mixed nuts are easy to bring with you and dont require refridgeration (Fruit, water, protien). I really like fruit while tripping, and avoid heavy things like rice or meat. While actively tripping, fruit and water is like perfection, potent raspberries, a mango and some cold water is amazing. Fruit won't weigh your body down or negatively impact the trip in my experience, but once I was tripping and ate some Chipotle and it really like stopped the trip almost because it was so much, thick, dense food all at once. Fruit is a better choice while tripping lol.
11. Good music to listen to is nature music, Ambiental music, Carbon Based Lifeforms, Dreamstate Logic, Solar Fields, Altus, classical piano, folk music, etc. I avoid rap entirely both while sober and especially while tripping.
12. Maybe bring sunglasses while tripping in public, so you can hide your saucer-eyes from the un-initated until you reach privacy of your apartment or house.
13. If you are stopped by police while tripping, tell them you had an eye-test the same day and the eye-doctor used dilation drops to examine the internal contents of your eye. It might work to dissuade the police-man.
14. If you really want the trip to end, run safely or do some aerobic excercise which gets your heart beating and you sweating. But don't run deep into the woods and get lost and dehydrated, with your phone lost for example lol. Running will both potentiate the trip, making it stronger, but will also generally cause your metabolism to run faster, thus resulting in the trip ending sooner than it otherwise would.