The experiences of a horror writer who enjoys the creak of floor boards by unseen feet, the rattling of window panes in a storm, and the groan of rusty hinges on a cellar door.
It's this: I need to stop spending so much time doing three things for TDC.
1. Creating a fresh Icon for each weekend post. It takes too much time, and is quite temporary, temporally. (Repetitive redundancy? Yeah, I caught that, too.)
2. Wasting my one day of awesome opportunity I could be using to create some good "willies-osity" in the intrawebnet-tubes by continuously extolling the virtues of TDC and its front page contributors, and trying to get more people to join in the forums. Ya know what? Show by example, not by exhortation. This awesome opportunity to have some fun should be explored and exploited!
3. Trying to tell folks how to live their lives. Who the fuck am I to do this? Hoot already offers self-improvement hints and help. Me?
I am the willies.
And the willies is what you'll get.
So here's my new steadfast icon. From now on. "Please Do Not Enter."
This pic is one I took in an old hotel at an air quality conference, and this building was due for destruction the following week. I explored this old building, saw a corridor that would have been suitable for a young boy on a Big Wheel to encounter a pair of ghostly twin girls, and later then came upon this here stairwell door.
I took a pic, and then used image altering software to max out the contrast. The weird colors came through on their own.
I quite like it. I had to black out the arbitrarily placed piano to the left of the door. I played it, and found it was badly out of tune, which added to the echoing spookiness all the way up to the sixth floor in that dank, hollow stairwell.
Most people have a healthy fear of dangerous things. Sometimes, these fears can become phobias, when they immobilize you, or if they are based upon irrational reasoning. Even innocuous objects can evoke fear from otherwise healthy, sane people.
Vertigo is not a phobia of heights; that's acrophobia. Vertigo is a reaction that differs from fear in one way. It is physical.
On the other hand, agoraphobia is the fear of wide open spaces. Where I live, much of the time, there are hills, or else a narrow strip of sky between the big trees that line the roads everywhere you gaze.
But at the Grand Canyon, Vertigo sets in. Too big. When you first see it, it's a bit overwhelming. Two months ago, my second time, it was still overwhelming.
I have to post the vids from last year of my dotta walking on the friggin edge of the Canyon, showing off. I got pissed.
Wherever you go, whatever you do, take a moment to look around.
When I am coming back home from having traveled around because of the work that I do, something I see can make me missing my lady, my One, become even more poignant.
Such as this short vid below, not intended to be creepy, but I noticed how this one chick loves her one man, coming here from overseas, when they got on this connecting flight seated next to me, and a thought struck me.
It's this:
When a couple goes venturing into the world, you need to have trust that your One is there with you, and you for them. After chatting in French (I'm not French, and neither were they, but it's a Common Language, one that I can manage to mangle quite badly) these two exhausted fellow travelers fell asleep. Or perhaps they were ignoring me. At least they weren't sketched out by me. Yet.
I took a vid. Yah, I know, "Sketchy." But check it out. It's kinda sweet.
She has her right foot safely put under his leg, and is all curled on him. This made me miss my lady even more.
Song is "You're All I Need," by Radiohead.
The idea here is that when you have the opportunity to travel; try to visit the locals, and stay away from the tourist traps. Eat the local food, meet the real people, enjoy their nightlife, and Do Not Be The Tourist.
Be the Traveler.
When traveling, try to mangle a common language with those around you.
But above all, whatever you do, travel safely with your One. Keep her safe. Ya know.
This is where your Weekend At Willies guide asks you to get yourself all prepared for a carnival show, and this means whatever it takes for you to do this thing.
You see, no one here will judge you for whatever you do; because this is the Last Outpost of Free Speech in the whole inter-tube thingy.
Now go get your morning mug of coffee, ale, or hooka of catnip/chamomile or herbalishiousness, while your bud "the willies" plays you a tune.
Press play while you pour, pack, and/or puff.
Let's have us a time, my friend.
You good? Let's go. Follow your tour guide Weekend At Willies into the depths of delirium.
The Mastaw Richie has lent the use of the keys for this weekend crypt of the Mighty TDC to a deviant mind who intends to wake the dead. (Or, well, help you to start your lazy dayz off correctly.)
We three men here at the Mighty TDC work in tandem to make your life enjoyable each day of the week with Trivia, Discussion in the TDC forums, (join in, ya lurker) and Consideration (of forum members' thoughts) for your enjoyment and general fucking off at work. All for free. How sweet is that?
Trivia, Discussion, Consideration.
TDC.
No one else in the interwebnet-tubes works harder than Richie in bringing you a Daily Column of weird news, pics, and discussion. Seriously. Give him a reach-around for his good work here for chrissakes, and maybe join in the forum for a further exploration into what TDC is all about. Dude puts his column in your face everyday without you asking.
No blinking banners, no intrusive questions to join in the forums, and no asking for donations of any sort. WTF? Pleased ta know ya dude. I like free stuff, sure, but I like free stuff when it is really good free stuff.
The Humble But Never-The-Less Mighty Hoot helps out on Thursdays. He has a solid column for your delicates. He's gentle, but unstoppable, so watch out. He "heals" with his deft and clever bean flicking.
Me? I'm the willies. That's all you need to know. Here we go. Keep up.
Falling falling falling... Dude takes pictures of himself falling the fuck down.
You know how cheap video games have really big polygons in their curved surfaces? This guy made a Halloween mask a couple months ago. Kinda neat, and mucho freaky, two of my favorite things.
So what to do with all those Mountain Dew cans, you addict you. Make a tree for Xmas!
Pron research stopped. Couldn't find any men for Control group: Pronless. Chickencrap's Crap blog article.
You don't need to read about the teen Indiana sociopath who murdered of his little brother. Scroll on to the next link below it.
But if yo'd like a little sumpin sumpin to consider, here's this: Who is the sociopath that you know? Aww, sure psychopaths are cute because they are easy to identify. They are the naked dudes always pointing their junk at cops and saying that they are Jeebus.
But sociopaths? According to the Psychiatry manual DSMIV, sociopaths make up 12% of our population...No wait, 1.2% of our...No, maybe it's 120%... well, no one actually knows, because they are undetectable, until they decide that they would like to kill you NOW. SLASH ...SLASH ...DISMEMBERMENT
Thoughts in the forums? Sleep well tonite, and don't piss her off...
Everything is better with a bag of weed, according to Stewie and Bryan from the Family Guy. Warning: if you click on this gay ass song about a bag of weed, and listen though, you'll probably click it again later, and then it will stick in your head all day. Good luck with that, mistah.
Tucky (from the forums) always helps a buddy out; he contributed these.
Dude tweets and facebooks at altar. Weddings in the 21st century. Huh.
Tucky Says, "This here landlord should be tarred and feathered, and run out of town." I agree. Even if I can barely understand Tucky when we chat on the "teleeephone." Ayuh, dude talks wicked funny, chummy. Not me, tho.
Well, thank you for taking the time out of your leisure dayz to visit the Mighty TDC.
Check in on Monday, when Richie starts off a new week with more of our craziness.
The Mastaw Richie has lent the use of the keys for this weekend crypt of the Mighty TDC to a deviant mind who intends to wake the dead. (Or, well, help you to start your lazy dayz off correctly.)
We three men here at the Mighty TDC strive to bring you a whole week's worth of enjoyable Trivia, Discussion in the TDC forums, (join in, ya lurker) and Consideration (of forum members' thoughts) for your enjoyment and general fucking off at work.
Trivia, Discussion, Consideration.
TDC.
No one else in the interwebnet-tubes works harder than Richie in bringing you a Daily Column of weird news, pics, and discussion. Seriously. Give him a reach-around for his good work here for chrissakes, and maybe join in the forum for a further exploration into what TDC is all about.
No blinking banners, no intrusive questions to join in the fray, and no asking for donations of any sort. WTF? Pleased ta know ya dude. I like free stuff.
The Humble But NeverTheLess Mighty Hoot helps out on Thursdays. He has a solid column for your delicates. He's gentle, but unstoppable, so watch out. He "heals" with his deft handiness.
Me? I'm the willies. That's all you need to know.
Soooo, this is where your Weekend At Willies guide asks you to get yourself all prepared for a carnival show, and this means whatever it takes for you to do this thing.
You see, no one here will judge you for whatever you do; because this is the Last Outpost of Free Speech in the whole inter-tube thingy.
Now go get your morning mug of coffee, ale, or hooka of catnip/chamomile or herbalishiousness, while your bud "the willies" plays you a tune.
Press play while you pour, pack, and/or puff.
Let's have us a time, my friend.
You good? Let's go. Follow your tour guide Weekend At Willies into the depths of delirium.
Here, I got a little over the top. Verbose, but kinda preachy. Next week, less robots and polemical, and more fun, willies' style. Promise.
Well hey there, you TDC enjoyer you. Did you get enough to eat? Still eating? I am. Can't stay away from the fridge. Hopefully, you had a good time with the family. Could have had too many turkey "giblets."
Did you do the Black Friday thing? Hopefully, you didn't get your ride towed, like they did in Houston.
Ya know, it must suck to end up forgotten, frozen in ice under a bridge like in the pic above, while kids play hockey every day nearby, and cops think it's not important enough to respond, to come and check out what happened to you.
The point here is not to make you feel guilty about the homeless, during your holiday season. The point is to make you greatful (full of greatness).
Grateful is fine and all, and even helps you get out and help those who won't help themselves, unless it is to help themselves to your goods.
Let's face it: pan-handling bums suck. Get a job. Don't stand around smoking ciggies with your cup out, beer in the other hand. Get back into society, ya fucka.
But Greatness is what we are all capable of pursuing, and I wish you the best. No need to end up like that sad fucker above.
Now play this soft, early morning tune, or the other, rocking tune below, while you get yourself powered up and ready for another Weekend At Willies version of the Mighty TDC.
It is a fact that we all will someday leave behind a legacy of our contribution to this planet.
What will your legacy be? Free shoes stuck in ice? Here are some links to this line of Thought, followed by an antidote. Discover some new sites, new views. Maybe even Confront an old misbegotten prejudice.
Antidote, willies' style: Strange Creatures, but with a Daughtry song. Sorry.
Now for some robotic creepiness, the EcceRobot, the home of the first anthropomimetic robot. Anthropomimetry means that this robot will look, feel, weigh, act and think like a human when it is finally completed. Cool. (Could have just said, "android," huh?)
Site to explore for those of you who like robots. Botjunkie.
Before the space program, Arthur C. Clark was involved in the Orion Program, which sought to propel starships via atomic explosives. Wait, what?
Adequate song for space exploration, inner and outer.
As we gear up for the next big holiday, here's a little reminder of the homeless. What is your legacy? Will you leave behind people who were thankful that you were here? Or will your feet be sticking out of the ice as kids play ice hockey under a bridge, and not even bother to steal your shoes? Homelessville singing soup cup (Timberlake)
How this for a legacy? From Tucky, in the TDC forums:
Speaking of creepy old Antarctica ghosts, new Tweets from beyond the grave? Robert Falcon Scott died 100 years ago, trying to be first to reach the Antarctica. Second, but not fail. Check out the second comment, btw.
Now go continue on to help the needy this time of year, so you can forget about them for the rest of the year.
(Since I blew it for a first pron blog, my "mea culpa" moment occurred in constructing this here blog, with a hangover. Enjoy!)
Well hi there, my friend, good morning to you.
Are you properly prepared for another excursion down the alley behind the tents of the circus? Who knows what wonders await you. You may be surprised.
Now, you know the routine. Get yourself all properly caffeinated, lubricated, cannibated, indoctrinated, and situated. Hit this song while you read the following big-ass amount of text.
Perhaps the reason that you would be checking out the front page of the Mighty Daily Column on a Sunday is because you want to see a Side Show. I thank you for your time and attention, and assure you that neither will be wasted, even if you, perhaps, are. However, today is none of the usual freaky stuff. That will happen next weekend. Instead, consider this:
If you’ve followed the Weekend At Willies column of the Mighty TDC in the past, then you know that these columns are written with a theme, each time. One guess as to what today’s theme will be.
What is it that makes you grateful? Have a roof over your head? Somebody who kisses you or wags their tail when they see you? Maybe you have a team of expert killers in your on-line niche who await your every direction and command? Got kids? Got a job that pays the bills, as well as your favorite enjoyment or pursuit?
Then, indeed, you might be grateful. Thanksgiving may mean turkey for you, and all the fixin’s that go along with it, but even if you are alone, with no big family orgy of food, football, and family fighting, remember one thing: you, my friend, are alive and here on this planet.
Every encounter that you have with another is an opportunity to give. This “Give” is important, because it is a sort of “social lubrication.” Indeed, human interaction is a form of social intercourse, and one must always be a good member, and not be too harsh, or dry, or oddly stiff with each other.
Don’t you agree? If so, then Giving Thanks is a priority, not only to your concept of a higher power, but also to each other. Be gentle with your neighbor. Maybe they will decide not to go off and shoot up your workspace/mall/school.
Just my two cents, ya dirty-minded TDCer.
Let’s kick this bitch now, shall we?
Now be thankful for what precious time you have:
Tucky showed me the Black Hole....that the Chinese are now able to create. I guess this means "fuck the Large Hadron Collider." Now those crazy fuckers can blow us up before 2012?
Philip K. Dick was an android? And now it's loose in the world? For Jambo.
Pattern recognition with robotic directional laser. For FastCast.
Emails from crazy people, always a good read. Check back often, especially if you might be included?
Another bunch of pics to peruse. Do you get this one? Check the bath tub tiles behind her. She pulled in on her belly, and pushed out her butt... But nice boobies, anyways...
Thank you for joining the Mighty TDC on your Sunday, your well-deserved day of rest. Here's a nice song with an excellent video. it must have taken a lot of planning to do what they did.
Be safe, my friend.
Happy Giving Thanks to you. Love well and prosper.
