#Dr. Jolon

[rotary-supercollider]

So the Aurora server was discussing Collector/Jolon again and then at the local pool while lying face down in an inner tube this dialog wrote itself in my head and then- I’m gonna stop defending myself. It’s fucking collectolon

POV you have to comfort your weird little manthing because the scary adventurers came back and tried to hurt you and he got really upset

[the-bitter-ocean]

I am not really active in the Aurora fandom anymore but… here take this meme I made forever ago after seeing that one question about Dr. Jolon years ago:

[comicaurora]

Life themself gets pissed at Dr. Jolon for his chimeras, but the Collector also uses chimeras and nobody seems surprised. Is the Collector violating the natural order in the same way, or is Jolon's sin that he's modifying natural animals instead of growing chimeras from scratch or something?

Alinua and the Collector haven't met yet, so we have no idea what Life thinks about her whole situation.

[traviswsoul]

Day 8 continued

Obviously all the physical struggle brought up emotional struggle most of the day, it's really wild how our systems work like that.  It wasn't all dark though, I did photograph lots of road kill, beautiful rolling hill, big sky, scenic overlooks and animals.  I think I finally got a good shot of these majestic brown hawks I keep seeing out here. I'm about 30 miles inland and the weather changes completely, hence the temperature variance yesterday of 57 to 100 degrees. I rode from PCH out 46 for 26 miles to Paso Robles where I had lunch at Joe's place, a very patriotic local staple there. Then rode through town and headed out toward the lake on Nacemiento Lake Dr.  I ended up riding over a road that is the top of the damn which created that lake, there was a 30 foot hill lake side covered in boulders but it wasn't enough to deter me from climbing down, stripping down and take a dip to cool off and refresh.  I could have used that dip several more times in the day, at that point putting my clothes back on and preparing to ride I could have had no idea what the next 50 miles had in store or how far I would be pushing myself to get through it. I rode on, climbing hill after hill as the temperature also climbed and took a toll on my body and hydration.  I had as much water as I ever do, 64 oz, but I was twice as thirsty.  Nacimiento Dr turned into Godfrey Rd and ran 20 miles,  then Interlake Rd was 20 miles and took me past Lake San Antonio.  It finally took me into Lockwood, population 279, where I was told there was a store.  That is exactly all there was.  knowing that it was ahead is all that kept me going and I couldn't think of anything past it,  all I could focus on was getting cold gatorade in my body and replenishing the salts I was loosing.  This is when I realized I was hallucinating the car sounds from behind over and over and that I seriously needed to stop.  When I got off the bike I was so dazed and weary that I knew I was in trouble.  This is a point in my life I will always remember with amazement. The body is so incredible and simple really, as a machine, there is a formula of how it runs and what's required.  My mind was so stuck in the experience of the now, and the distraught and defeated emotions, that it couldn't fathom that I would come around and be ok to ride again. While my body was resting, rehydrating, and preparing to finish what my subconscious knew it had to do, because it set out to do it, my mind was only catching up. About 45 minutes later I realized I wasn't getting out of this and I had 24 miles left to go.  That tiny oasis in the dessert flowing with gatorade sat at the intersection of Interlake and Jolon Rd, that was my last turn that would take me home all the way to King City and the Motel 6 I had booked to treat myself at the end of what I new would be a difficult day. The over sixty mile stretch from Paso Robles to King City was only on three roads, just over half of which had shoulders, around the lakes there was a lot of traffic from lake goers, campers and boats in tow, but afterward I would ride for miles and miles in the middle of the lane with no one passing in either direction.  Lucky for me I had climbed so much already in the day that I was at a significant elevation so the last 25 miles didn't have any serious climbs, a couple gradual sections but I was able to keep a good pace for most of it.  The fastest down hill, where I hit my max speed of 44 mph was on a beautiful stretch about two miles long.  I remember when I was in Laguna a week ago and was going down hill I was nervous to approach 30 mph with all the gear on the bike but it hasn't taken long to get used to it.  I believe the fastest I ever went on my bike before, without gear, was only 45 so I'm pretty stoked about my top speed yesterday, especially because I had to take some pretty burly turns at high speeds to keep up the momentum to hit that max.  I love going to downhill! After the downhill high wore off I was counting down the last miles and hoping not to have to climb again before the finish line.  It was a life saver to to get to talk with my parents on the phone for a while during that last stretch.  It's becoming a thing for my mom to talk me through my last stretches some days,  It really counts for a lot! Especially yesterday because there was no service for most of the day, I couldn't talk on the phone, listen to my books or podcasts or music.  I never ride with nothing but my thoughts,  it's usually to heavy and I have spent the last year and a half distracting myself away from my thoughts with whatever is pumping through my ear buds, usually NPR and audio books.  I have learned a lot about many topics and I am proud of my education from this time, but at the same time I recognize in my grieving, healing and processing that I have essentially been pinching the hose and restricting the flow with these distractions. Days like yesterday are when the hose releases and all the pressure comes rushing through. I am grateful for yesterday.  My legs are beyond soar/tired, my back is screaming, and my hands are so soar they are itching a lot.... really weird.  Oh yeah, and one other thing, when you get off the coast of California it's basically Texas.  More big trucks and good ol boys than liberal bumper stickers and hippies that's for sure!

[comicaurora]

Oh and I have another question: when you imagine your characters’ voices, do you give your own voice to any of them? Personally, Tess sounds like you in my head, and Dr. Jolon sounds like Blue :)

I can't really give them anyone's voice but my own, since I'm the one hashing out all their dialogue and stuff. I don't recommend anyone else take this approach, I just physically can't make my brain do anything else.