"But ah'm not afraid of dyin'. Cause I know that when I get to heaven there are gonna be these wonderful trees, and ah'm gonna climb them. But you know what? Instead of leaves and flowers, those trees are gonna have fried eggs, and delicious Virginia ham, and big heaping bowls of biscuits and sausage gravy. And one day, Sammy, you're gonna meet me there, and we're gonna climb those breakfast trees together, and it's gonna be delicious and we're gonna be happy until the end of time."


Can You Feel That?

I may have stumbled across a screenplay, unfolding right before my very eyes. Let's hope the cute and curious college co-ed doesn't meet her untimely doom at the end of this one.
I'm still not sure what I make of the supernatural, but I get the feeling I'm about to find out. What started out as a creepy ghost story on Monday, has become a full fledged case of 'murder most foul' as it were, and I'm the "puts all the pieces together, becomes obsessed, and puts herself and others in grave spiritual danger" storyline.
It would make a great movie, but how will it fare as a ten-minute speech?

The updated timeline is as follows:
1984- Older son born (Andrew) born to T. and D. in the house on Davidson Road

1986- Younger son born (Adam) born

Early 1990's-Family portrait taken

Mid 1990's-House, complete with all contents (furniture, clothing, newspapers, food in fridge), has been abandoned for several years. Chris, Matt, and friends discover abandoned house, explore until chased out by unseen forces, loud noises, and inexplicable fear. Among many curiosities is a large kitchen knife wedged firmly in the kitchen door, and plywood nailed over where a room should be in the hall. They take family portrait, and mother's (D's) medications (for schizophrenia, among others), as they flee. Chris suffers headwound in the rush to leave, and somehow ends up on the porch, which is not where he fell. Chris and friends do research into the family in the picture. Can find no trace of them alive or otherwise.

1995?- Chris and friends return, attempt to find out what is behind plywood in the hall and do more recon. Three sheets of plywood down, they find a brick wall, newer than the house. Behind one brick they manage to pry loose is a black hole of incredible stench. The smell of pure evil, one might venture. The swarm of flies they had noticed going in is nowhere to be found. They find a half buried horse skeleton in an otherwise fairly empty shed on the property.

1997/1998- At a high school party, several party attendees express interest in seeing the house, and Chris and Matt relent and lead a party up. A Ouija board is brought along. On the porch of the house, the board answers mulitple questions, grants entry to all guests by their individual names, with the emphatic exceptions of Chris and Matt. Repeatedly answers 'NO' when Chris and Matt are mentioned. Chris and Matt, being manly teenage boys, forge ahead despite the warnings, and have a terrifying experience (not giving it all away yet)

March 28, 1998 - D. goes missing, blood in her car, foul play assumed.

November 1998 - Her skeletal remains are discovered in the woods.

2000- Chris drives by house, a mailbox has been erected, and a family is moving in.
Three months later, the mailbox has been taken down, and the house is empty again.

April 2000 - T is charged with D's murder.

2004- T is convicted of first degree muder of D, and solicitation of murder of the district attorney and a detective involved with the case, for a total of 38 years.

Monday, September 26, 2005 - Chris tells me the story of his incrdibly frightening experiences with the house, and shows me the family portrait, with some research. I decide to use the story for my ghost story speech in class.

Thursday, September 29, 2005 - While trying to find information on where the family might have gone, I dig up D's murder, by her (by then ex-) husband, T, which occurred anywhere from 5-8 years after their family apparently fled their home with no thought for their belongings, and some three or more years after Chris and friends discovered the house and it's horrifying anomalies. I also discover the family never left Nashville. I make Chris aware of this new development, and it is decided we will put serious effort into filling in more gaps. And we're going to the damn house. Even though Chris said he would never again in a million years. We're a two-man scooby gang, and we're getting to the bottom of this caper, once and for all.
I sincerely hope there's a farmer in a rubber mask involved.

I left out a heaping helping of the Chris story in and of itself. It's not the stuff one likes to think about all alone at 4 am, and it's way better from the horse's mouth.

Soon we'll be inserting a montage of Chris and me at the library, burning the midnight oil over microfiche obituaries and trial coverage, perhaps even with superimposed, transparent headlines and pictures, if we get picked up by Lifetime. There may be a prison visit scene, and/or a search for the kids. And, if the House still stands, there will be House, and whatever current tenants it may hold.
I get the feeling, no matter the outcome, I will be changed, but hopefully still around to have a say on who plays me in the film.
Happy October Eve, everybody.


Late to the Party

Today at work I was practically forced to sign up for myspace, so I did. I got 9 friends in one day, if you count that Tom guy. I don't. So really only 8 people love me.
Then, for the hell of it, I went all retro and joined Facebook too. It was a banner day. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be doing with any of these silly webby things, but why the hell not? I'll pretend I have time for it.
I'm distraught to say I didn't much enjoy Corpse Bride. I fear for what that implies. Am I old? Have Tim Burton and Danny Elfman lost it? Is it (gasp) both? I know Matt has my back on this one, did anyone else feel disappointed?
I am, however, glad it is October. I'm am now going to go make Jell-o shots because I have too much Jell-o in my possesion.
I just do, okay?


5, 6, 7, ummm....wait...

If anyone has any brilliant Fall Break (Oct. 14-18) ideas that are free and awesome, please feel free to contact me. We've already ruled out Vegas. I'm thinking little cabin in the woods.
I feel like I should just go volunteer somewhere, but that seems so uncharacteristically charitable.

Still, it is just crazy enough to work.


Listening to: KCRW World News


Our Pixelated Cigar Friend

It's three thirty-three. I'm supposed to be writing a speech, and that's how I found Chuck. Hi, Chuck. Nice to see you.


Avast Ye!

I be no drivelswigger, but I'd be made to dance the hempen jig if I didn't get in a little arrr and arrr today. Arrr!
That's all I got.


Charlize Theron = Somebody's Fired

If you're like me, you watched your first episode of Aeon Flux on Liquid Television, when it was all slurping sounds, questionable practices, and the oddest, most beautiful things you had seen in your 13 short years. And, if you're like me, you were mildly peeved they decided to go all "talkie" when the series came out, but you still applauded their good taste in deciding to go for that over, say, Winter Steele, watched it casually, and found it to be quite palatable at times. You even quoted it in your senior yearbook.
And, if you're like me, you continue to find mounting evidence that there is, indeed, no god.

Also, congrats(?) to Rhys on his impending sham.


Holding Hands and Throwing Rocks

Last night we had our first Craft Center Prom. The dancing was fantastic, the Hunch Punch was superb, and I'm sure everyone had a great time. Too bad no one remembers any of it. It's always a shame when the hangovers last longer than the memories.

I've had quite a lot to say lately, but I still haven't gotten the part where I say it. All in good time, or maybe when they turn on my internet and I can stop posting from the student lounge where every few seconds someone comes by and asks if I'm almost done.

Anyway, here's hopes Adam's trip to Gulfport is speedy, and safe.



These days I feel guilty just having power and food (more so than usual), so if I were to use this space to bitch about how my DSL still isn't on I feel it would be in slightly poor taste. I don't have much internet these days, but we're learning how to use a Macintosh computer in my digital art class today, so I have some time on my hands.
I was so much looking forward to Boomsday. I was also looking forward to my first blowslot. Unfortunate they should overlap. The one I paid a crapton of money for and my grade depends on will, unfortunately, win out. I will be coming into town on Friday, and staying through Sunday morning, with all luck.
I hope everyone is alive and well. Donate money if you haven't already.