Up until recently, Fidget was a writer who liked to pretend that she knew what she was doing. At some nexus of horror, sci-fi, and fantasy, she was swallowed alive. The only things she left behind were a ball of yarn, a dog-eared Nightcrawler comic, and a battered Joy Division cassette.
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Last known picture of victim. Feared dead or lost to the Otherworld.
Wolverine is ridiculous: a thread.
Even at 10, I could see that Wolverine was probably the funniest character in the entire Marvel universe. He's over the top. He looks like Glenn Danzig. His outfit kind of makes him look like a bad version of the Bee Girl from the Blind Melon video.
And Wolverine is pissed off about everything. Everything. If you tell him to have a nice day, he'll set your toaster on fire.
It's as if his true mutant power is to be the world's angriest Canadian.
My sister who works at Disney World (and wrote dialogue for the Incredibles park show!) has confirmed that there are flashing light sequences in The Incredibles 2
I'm coming out of hiatus for a few minutes to give yinz a heads up:
To my fellow photosensitive epileptic friends: DO NOT go see the Incredibles 2. Apparently, there's a lot of scenes with strobe lights -- and, from what I understand, one clocks in at about two minutes solid. At no point are there any warnings.
It's hard to believe that, in this day and age, stuff like this is still being made, and without warnings, at that. But here we are.
Anyway, that's all the information I have.
Writing jam for Sunday morning: Peter Murphy and Trent Reznor covering "Warm Leatherette".
I finally got my back porch spruced up and cleaned. Now I have a quiet writing/morning coffee space.
The patio set was, er, gifted to me by my parents because it was starting to rust (gee, thanks!). Though I've never taken on a project like this before, I tried something new. For the first time, I used a power-sander, and a few cans of (super cute!) turquoise Rust-Oleum later, I had this awesome set.
Take it from me, kids. But used, but salvageable. You could end up with something awesome.
I have a new writing buddy. It tripped off some random thing about the Point Pleasant incident, and boom! Just like that, this overreaching plot arc came together. And not just for one book -- it feels like three.
And all of it was exactly what I've wanted to do, but felt that it was too complicated. Well, it's not. Furthermore, it's my story, and I'm going to make it work.
1. Few things in this world fill me with more joy than cryptozoology shit. Well, except for Bigfoot. He can go to hell.
2. This has been ongoing since I was a very small child.
3. Other than Mothman, I don't really believe in this stuff. But, well, you know what the poster says.
4. I was going to do an ongoing macro photography project with the Chupacabra, but I kind of forgot about it. Maybe I should give it another try.
Hey, remember a few months ago when I was beyond excited to find out that a company was making adorable little cryptids, and I came home with a Chupacabra? Well, my husband surprised me today with BOTH Mothmen (my favorite!), Cthulhu, and a blind box for us to share. Of course, we ended up with a rare (and so, so cute!) Ogopogo, so I traded him for my Lovecraftian nightmare.
He also got a Nightcrawler for himself (the cryptid, which has nothing to do with my fictional boyfriend.)
Recovering unicorn, writer of terrible things, and general manager of an interdimensional convenience store that hums like a supernova.
I am not at all fun.
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