Scene: Dozens of people, clearly confused and mentally ill are being given some money, a bus ticket and directions to the nearest bus station. They begin to wander out of the station doing various crazy things and acting clearly confused.
Scene: An orderly approaches a door, looking nervous. He slides open an eye hole and looks inside. A pair of angry looking eyes is looking right back at him.
Scene: Two more orderlies come up.
Orderly One: Why the hell didn't you give her her medication?
Orderly Two: None of them get medication.
Orderly One: I thought we were keeping the criminally insane ones?
Orderly Two: She isn't...
Orderly One: What?
All three orderly look nervously at the door. They play rock paper scissors. Orderly one loses.
Orderly One
(whimpers)
Orderly One opens the door.
A fist grabs Orderly One.
Orderly One: Not the face not the face non the face!
Orderly Two: You can go! You can go! You're free to go.
A fist grabs Orderly one and another grabs Orderly Two, lifting them up into the air.
Orderly Two gives her the money and the tickets and she throws them against the wall.
Orderly Three just cringes.
Tuesday, December 15, 2015
Monday, December 14, 2015
Viva El Revolucioniaaaaaay
Operation Spear and Magic Helmet has had some curious side effects. In addition to the recurrent incursions by the United States Military on the woefully unequipped Texas Army, the populace has reached out for someone to blame. The current target de jour is the local Mennonite population. As my friend Emmit Other wrote in his poem, When Texas is bad, it is incredibly, moustache twirling rail road track tying stove pipe black hat wearing deed stealing cattle rustling milk shake drinking bad. But when it is good, it is ten gallon hat wearing kung fu ranger as kicking hi ho silvering alamo stomping awesomeness.
And so it was a few nights ago that that I was working out and I found my attention drawn to some quiet whispers outside. I looked out and couldn't see anything. Then I tried a trick I hadn't tried before, and used my discovered astral projection abilities to check out Terra rather than some distant realm. As I looked about I realized that there was a small cell of Texas Revolutionaries bypassing my house. Texas Revolutionaries are the baddest of the badass. They fight a government so crazy that they will fight someone who will fight the most powerful nation on earth with muskets.
It should also be noted that even though they don't believe in their government, they still abide by the accords of San Antonio 1914. The way they get around this is hand crafted hand canons, still based on technology from the old west. For example, one of them has a revolving shooter that has over 50 shots in a single barrel but is otherwise identical to a colt revolver. The leader owns a 96 caliber six shooter, and holds two of them in massive meaty hands. They spotted my tiny home near their objective and wanted to make sure that it wasn't some kind of a guard station.
Of course it wasn't and once they saw that I was 'asleep' they crept on to their main objective.
The government of Louisiana has always played footsies with the darker elements of Texas, and they found that reports of an asylum in West Louisiana that was illegally housing Mennonite inmates in direct violation of treaty, even after the most recent hostilities had been resolved (in about 7 and a half days) they were still sweeping some of their war crimes under the rug.
Like wolves they were, silent, and deadly and perfectly coordinated, with hoots and hand gestures and a few lights alone, they perfectly coordinated their efforts on the heavily armed asylum. One by one they took out the guards and then opened the doors. Blinking under the bright moonlight, their hats worn and edged, they were led to safety where they could signal for help on the main road. I saw it on the news, and was impressed to be witness of such a historical event.
Needless to say, Texas is going to be made to pay reparations. But these unsung masked heroes continue to do good in a state as rotten as they come. It just goes to show me that even when someone is 'evil' there are those who do good in their geographical confines. Conversely, some areas that one might think of as 'good' such as Scandanavia, have some of the darkest and most fascist people around.
In other words, people are complicated. Its easy to forget that. But I won't forget it again soon. How could I? I resolved to check in from time to time on these folks to see what they were doing. It was definitely the most interesting fringe benefit of the curious path EP Blingermeyer and TC set me on. Not all of life can be about talking mice and spoiled princes.
And so it was a few nights ago that that I was working out and I found my attention drawn to some quiet whispers outside. I looked out and couldn't see anything. Then I tried a trick I hadn't tried before, and used my discovered astral projection abilities to check out Terra rather than some distant realm. As I looked about I realized that there was a small cell of Texas Revolutionaries bypassing my house. Texas Revolutionaries are the baddest of the badass. They fight a government so crazy that they will fight someone who will fight the most powerful nation on earth with muskets.
It should also be noted that even though they don't believe in their government, they still abide by the accords of San Antonio 1914. The way they get around this is hand crafted hand canons, still based on technology from the old west. For example, one of them has a revolving shooter that has over 50 shots in a single barrel but is otherwise identical to a colt revolver. The leader owns a 96 caliber six shooter, and holds two of them in massive meaty hands. They spotted my tiny home near their objective and wanted to make sure that it wasn't some kind of a guard station.
Of course it wasn't and once they saw that I was 'asleep' they crept on to their main objective.
The government of Louisiana has always played footsies with the darker elements of Texas, and they found that reports of an asylum in West Louisiana that was illegally housing Mennonite inmates in direct violation of treaty, even after the most recent hostilities had been resolved (in about 7 and a half days) they were still sweeping some of their war crimes under the rug.
Like wolves they were, silent, and deadly and perfectly coordinated, with hoots and hand gestures and a few lights alone, they perfectly coordinated their efforts on the heavily armed asylum. One by one they took out the guards and then opened the doors. Blinking under the bright moonlight, their hats worn and edged, they were led to safety where they could signal for help on the main road. I saw it on the news, and was impressed to be witness of such a historical event.
Needless to say, Texas is going to be made to pay reparations. But these unsung masked heroes continue to do good in a state as rotten as they come. It just goes to show me that even when someone is 'evil' there are those who do good in their geographical confines. Conversely, some areas that one might think of as 'good' such as Scandanavia, have some of the darkest and most fascist people around.
In other words, people are complicated. Its easy to forget that. But I won't forget it again soon. How could I? I resolved to check in from time to time on these folks to see what they were doing. It was definitely the most interesting fringe benefit of the curious path EP Blingermeyer and TC set me on. Not all of life can be about talking mice and spoiled princes.
Saturday, December 12, 2015
I Odysseus Part 3
Part 3 of I Odysseus rereleased in audio book form as read by Bernard Setaro Clark.
Thursday, December 10, 2015
[Script] Legacy of Hope - Page 2
Act 1 - Scene 1
HOBBES CIELLGWD is pacing pack and forth at his desk. It is a posh desk with various knicknacks and interesting paraphinalia making it hard to determine if he is a businessman or some new age guru. He is clearly too well dressed to be a garden variety psychic. And he is very upset.
HOBBES
You were supposed to contain her!
VO: MORDENKAINEN SLIPKNOT
(via phone)
I tried to boss but like I told ya, there have been budget cuts so-
HOBBES
(interrupting Mordenkainen)
Budget cuts? Budget cuts? We have enough money to buy out several small countries you moron. Money was no object. What part of money is no object do you fail to understand? Cuts? We would have filled in the gaps.
VO: MORDENKAINEN SLIPKNOT
(via phone)
It tweren't like that boss. Really, there were forms that Dr. Parsley had to fill out, important forms and-
HOBBES
(interrupting Mordenkainen)
I don't care. Heads are going to roll. Or be turned into Jackasses. Or both for this one. Where is she NOW?
VO: MORDENKAINEN SLIPKNOT
(via phone)
Well they're discharging her now but-
HOBBES
(interrupting Mordenkainen and suddenly ecstatic)
She's still THERE? They haven't released her yet? Gods man! Do I have to tell you everything? Get in there! Stop her! Slow her down! Anything! Do anything it takes, do you hear me man? ANYTHING IT TAKES.
HOBBES CIELLGWD is pacing pack and forth at his desk. It is a posh desk with various knicknacks and interesting paraphinalia making it hard to determine if he is a businessman or some new age guru. He is clearly too well dressed to be a garden variety psychic. And he is very upset.
HOBBES
You were supposed to contain her!
VO: MORDENKAINEN SLIPKNOT
(via phone)
I tried to boss but like I told ya, there have been budget cuts so-
HOBBES
(interrupting Mordenkainen)
Budget cuts? Budget cuts? We have enough money to buy out several small countries you moron. Money was no object. What part of money is no object do you fail to understand? Cuts? We would have filled in the gaps.
VO: MORDENKAINEN SLIPKNOT
(via phone)
It tweren't like that boss. Really, there were forms that Dr. Parsley had to fill out, important forms and-
HOBBES
(interrupting Mordenkainen)
I don't care. Heads are going to roll. Or be turned into Jackasses. Or both for this one. Where is she NOW?
VO: MORDENKAINEN SLIPKNOT
(via phone)
Well they're discharging her now but-
HOBBES
(interrupting Mordenkainen and suddenly ecstatic)
She's still THERE? They haven't released her yet? Gods man! Do I have to tell you everything? Get in there! Stop her! Slow her down! Anything! Do anything it takes, do you hear me man? ANYTHING IT TAKES.
Wednesday, December 9, 2015
Order of Operation
So I'm going to keep this up but I think I'll be updating as I can in the following order
Saturdays - Podcast-Every week I can. I hope to do an audio book for Forever West and that alone, every other week would supply two years worth of podcast...if I can afford it....so far so good.
Tuesdays and Thursdays - Scripts - Starting a new one this week, writing two more this month..then? Dunno...maybe slashfic in script form?
Mondays - Rhomnibus - Mondays whatever little thing enters my head, Terra, Fairy Tales, Written for but not at Naked City, the 500, whatever....has to be SOMETHING here in Miami....
Mondays - Writing Status, maybe once a month maybe more often, endorsements shouts, praises, what I'm reading
Wednesdays - Heliotrope. I wanna write 200K worth of other short stories and cyclopedia articles for it....have to put it somewhere.
Fridays .....er....um.....Non fiction stuff.
Sundays - NOT that second podcast that started strong with grandmas stuff and then just sucked....maybe like....hmmm...maybe a link to neat podcasts for people to try or other free stuff......not a bad idea and easy to do......
Saturdays - Podcast-Every week I can. I hope to do an audio book for Forever West and that alone, every other week would supply two years worth of podcast...if I can afford it....so far so good.
Tuesdays and Thursdays - Scripts - Starting a new one this week, writing two more this month..then? Dunno...maybe slashfic in script form?
Mondays - Rhomnibus - Mondays whatever little thing enters my head, Terra, Fairy Tales, Written for but not at Naked City, the 500, whatever....has to be SOMETHING here in Miami....
Mondays - Writing Status, maybe once a month maybe more often, endorsements shouts, praises, what I'm reading
Wednesdays - Heliotrope. I wanna write 200K worth of other short stories and cyclopedia articles for it....have to put it somewhere.
Fridays .....er....um.....Non fiction stuff.
Sundays - NOT that second podcast that started strong with grandmas stuff and then just sucked....maybe like....hmmm...maybe a link to neat podcasts for people to try or other free stuff......not a bad idea and easy to do......
Tuesday, December 8, 2015
[Script] Legacy of Hope - Page 1
Legacy of Hope
A Script by Tom Drake
Summary: An elderly grandmother has been betrayed and institutionalized by a greedy assistant, who wants to control an artifact of power and guide the destiny of her heir and grand daughter. She gets out. And there is hell to pay.
Andrasta Gobaith - Grandmother and wielder of gwalch marwolaeth, an artifact of extreme power.
Hobbes Ciellgwd - Stewart to the Gobaith line, and thief. But a very very rich thief thank you very much.
Anastasia Gobaith - A grand daughter who has grown up knowing nothing but what Hobbes has told her of her legacy. About to learn of gwalch marwolaeth.
Mordenkainen Slipknot - Right hand of Hobbes and supposedly in charge of bribing the head of the institution where Andrasta has been kept. Oops.
Dr. Mindle Parsley - Head of a mental institution that has just released a lot of mental patients due to its massive budget cuts.
A Script by Tom Drake
Summary: An elderly grandmother has been betrayed and institutionalized by a greedy assistant, who wants to control an artifact of power and guide the destiny of her heir and grand daughter. She gets out. And there is hell to pay.
Andrasta Gobaith - Grandmother and wielder of gwalch marwolaeth, an artifact of extreme power.
Hobbes Ciellgwd - Stewart to the Gobaith line, and thief. But a very very rich thief thank you very much.
Anastasia Gobaith - A grand daughter who has grown up knowing nothing but what Hobbes has told her of her legacy. About to learn of gwalch marwolaeth.
Mordenkainen Slipknot - Right hand of Hobbes and supposedly in charge of bribing the head of the institution where Andrasta has been kept. Oops.
Dr. Mindle Parsley - Head of a mental institution that has just released a lot of mental patients due to its massive budget cuts.
Monday, December 7, 2015
Three Mice That See
There was, according to the same demented fairy tale book that the blind man in the french quarter will show me, but not allow me to take, some details on the origins of Mr Kind, Mr. Necessary and Mr. Right. Flipping through this volume, it looks like something exceptionally large and clawed tore off the original cover of the work, and that it had been replaced by something that was either vellum or very thick construction paper with a title in magic marker that just said "Stories."
Before the great houses, there were many fairies and many godfathers. But what many people fail to realize, is that among pure fairies, as compared to the royal "abominations" that currently rule outer fairy, there are certain rules that always apply, no matter how benevolent. They must be invited, or have a reason to believe they are invited, to have their full power. To fail to invite them is to create ill will. Indeed, even thesparkliest and most 'good' fairy will often go incredibly dark when they have been offended in some fashion or other.
So when there had been a year after the birth of the Cinder Princess's first daughter, the failure to send an invitation was a big deal. It might have been a dark turn for a family that her fairy godmother did not want to hurt. She waited, longer and longer for the invitation to the Glistening to appear, but the day came closer and closer; and still no invitation came. The godmother even 'happened to meet' the royal carriage on the road where they exchanged pleasantries, and all seemed well.
All was not well. In fact, all was decidedly not well in the slightest.
The mouse was the one who finally caught on. Theslow dumb one that wore the red cap and spoke with a stutter. No one took him seriously. There were very few magical animals in those days, so few could understand him but he could understand people. And when he heard her muttering under her breath reluctantly about what she might have to do, he forged an invitation and signed it, in very bad English and sent the invitation on the west wind.
The Fairy Godmother got the invitation and was delighted. She arrived and blessed their daughter, resplendent and with the approbation of all in attendance. She was godmother to their line for seven generations before the last of their line made some incredibly dubious decisions, but that is another story.
The most important part of this tale is that the mouse in the red shirt was blessed, that from time to time, great and sageous mice would be born to his line, until one day three mice that had the Sight would be born, one would see what needed to be done when no other could see it; the other would see the good in others beyond mortal ken and figure out how best to bring it out; and the third would see the truth in all things more often than not, so long as his pride did not prevent him. These three mice were indeed born and in the Heliotropic Book of Fairy Tales one can learn how Mr. Kind, Mr. Right and Mr. Necessary became lynchpins in saving outer fairy from itself.
Before the great houses, there were many fairies and many godfathers. But what many people fail to realize, is that among pure fairies, as compared to the royal "abominations" that currently rule outer fairy, there are certain rules that always apply, no matter how benevolent. They must be invited, or have a reason to believe they are invited, to have their full power. To fail to invite them is to create ill will. Indeed, even the
So when there had been a year after the birth of the Cinder Princess's first daughter, the failure to send an invitation was a big deal. It might have been a dark turn for a family that her fairy godmother did not want to hurt. She waited, longer and longer for the invitation to the Glistening to appear, but the day came closer and closer; and still no invitation came. The godmother even 'happened to meet' the royal carriage on the road where they exchanged pleasantries, and all seemed well.
All was not well. In fact, all was decidedly not well in the slightest.
The mouse was the one who finally caught on. The
The Fairy Godmother got the invitation and was delighted. She arrived and blessed their daughter, resplendent and with the approbation of all in attendance. She was godmother to their line for seven generations before the last of their line made some incredibly dubious decisions, but that is another story.
The most important part of this tale is that the mouse in the red shirt was blessed, that from time to time, great and sageous mice would be born to his line, until one day three mice that had the Sight would be born, one would see what needed to be done when no other could see it; the other would see the good in others beyond mortal ken and figure out how best to bring it out; and the third would see the truth in all things more often than not, so long as his pride did not prevent him. These three mice were indeed born and in the Heliotropic Book of Fairy Tales one can learn how Mr. Kind, Mr. Right and Mr. Necessary became lynchpins in saving outer fairy from itself.
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