#fuller dealer

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue February 15, 1956

Fuller Brush Dealer Photo Unknown Model Suzy Parker.

Concessionnaire Fuller Brush Photo inconnue Modèle Suzy Parker.

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[sinningtamer]

Magical kink casino where the closer you are to busting the rounder and rounder you get until you're a big balloon who needs to be rolled out of the casino staff.

oh, hey, this ask taught me what bust means in poker and blackjack! yeah, had to google that one...

anyways. hhhhh. very normal about this one. thinking about it not being noticeable early on because you're focused above the table, but eventually you start to feel fuller and fuller, glancing down to see your belly is sticking out of the fancy clothes you wore to this. seams stretching, belt tight, buttons straining... but you can't focus on that, even as your face heats up as nearby tables pause their games to come watch your's against the casino's owner. patrons noticing as you're forced to shift your chair back a bit to make room for your expanding stomach. it's getting harder to reach the chips to add to your bets each round, and the curve of your belly that's obstructing your view might as well be the table you're playing on now.

the chair you're in creaks as you shuffle awkwardly to be able to see the hand your opponent put down, and oh, that's a royal flush, completely beats out what you managed... and that's when you feel yourself expand that last little bit, those buttons popping off and body rounding out completely. you hear the dealer stifle a laugh as a hand rubs your taunt belly, asking out loud who really won here, with that flustered expression of yours...

[crazycurly-77]

Hey, Ms. Secret Service! - Chapter 11

You left the office and went directly to the briefing. You became a new identity, Samantha Fuller, and your plane was a DeHavilland Beaver. So far, so good. 

The job was simple, but dangerous. Flying to Colombia, meeting your contact, then loading the boxes and flying back. Then hopefully staying alive after the landing. That was possibly the hardest part of the mission, because the former pilots were obviously shot directly after the landing. 

So you drove to the little airport, boarded the plane and the mission began. After taking a deep breath you started the engine, rolled to the runway and flew to a little field in the bush of Colombia. 

Since you left the bureau, the atmosphere there became tense and everyone looked expectantly up at Jenny, when she showed herself. But she only shook her head no, which meant no news from you. 

As you landet in Colombia, your contact was already awaiting you “Hey Sam, there you are. I'm your contact, Aaron Sanders. Flight was good?” 

“Yeah, but here's a little hot for me.”

“So let's get in the Jeep and drive to my house.”

“Okay, let's go.” 

He lived nearby the landing field, so the drive was really short. When you arrived, you got in through the backdoor, so that hopefully nobody saw you. 

“Beer?” Aaron asked. 

You smiled “Yeah, thank you. I really need a cold drink.” 

“So you are the new pilot. Have you ever done something like that before?”

“Yes, but not in connection with drugs. So how's the plan?”

“We will get the shipment in 3 days. Then you will fly back to the States and I will hide myself with the evidence in the back of the plane. I will inform my boss when we will get back, so he and the others can arrest them. Hopefully before we get shot.”

“Good.”

The next 2 days nothing happened in Colombia and in Washington, too. 

You and Aaron waited and your colleagues waited, too. 

The atmosphere in the office becomes more tense with each passing day. Jenny and Gibbs exchanged meaningful, increasingly desperate glances several times a day which meant 

“Have you heard from her?”

“No, unfortunately not”

So the waiting and the uncertainty was going on. 

On the third day that you were waiting in the heat of Colombia, you became news, but not good ones. The flight back will be delayed for 4 days, because there will be a passenger too, which you had to smuggle across the border. That was not good at all, because that will likely be a member of the drug dealers. But you couldn't refuse to not destroy your cover. So you had to go through this. 

While Aaron and you were still waiting, threw Gibbs himself into the next best case that came along, just to be distracted. 

But despite that, he only thought about you and hoped very much to see you again. 

Then, after a week without news, Kate comes up to Gibbs in the evening “what do you think about spending the evening together, so you can think about something else?”

Unbeknownst to them, Jackson arrived at this exact moment in the bullpen. Hearing what Kate said to Jethro and seeing his look, which spoke of needed privacy, he turned back towards the elevator to visit Ducky. 

Gibbs took a heavy breath and said “Kate...you are a good agent and a good colleague...please leave it at that.”

“I thought we were on the same page and maybe you want more.”

He looked down and sighed deeply “yes, I want more. I want much more, but with Y/N. And I realize that more and more with every day, that I have to fear to never seeing her again and losing her forever.”

Kate hung her head and just stated “you love her.”

He smiled warmly at that “yes, with everything I am.”

She then smiled back at him and said “then I hope even more, that she comes back to you safe and sound and wish you two all the happiness in the world.

And as for us... friends?”

Gibbs laughed and nodded “friends.”

With that everything between them was settled. 

Kate then left the office for the evening and he went to the autopsy to search for his father. As he arrived there, the two old men drank whiskey and were talking and laughing.

Seeing Jethro entering, Ducky poured him a glass, too and Jackson said

“and? Were you able to sort everything out with Kate?

“Yes. We'll stay friends and she wishes us all the best.”

That irritated Ducky a little bit, so he asked “us?”

“He means Y/N and himself” Jackson explained and turning to his son, he queried “what did you tell her?”

“The truth.”

“And that would be?” wanted Ducky to know. 

Gibbs rolled his eyes at this and asked him “do I really have to say that?”

Immediately both Jackson and Ducky said “yes!” 

Jethro laughed slightly, sighed and said “that I wish that we could stay friends, but that I love Y/N with all of my heart.”

Jackson nodded highly content “very good, my son, I'm proud of you. But does Y/N know it too?”

At that Gibbs lowered his head “no, not yet. But she'll find out as soon as she comes back to me, because I've given her enough reason to fight for her life and for us.”

Ducky tried to comfort him “whatever that means, I really hope she makes it. Especially for the both of you.”

“Me too, because losing her would destroy me” they heard Jethro murmur and then he drank the liquor in his glass with one big gulp.

(To be continued...)

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[gaysails]

The Wire is an American crime drama television series created and primarily written by American author and former police reporter David Simon . . . Set and produced in Baltimore, Maryland, The Wire introduces a different institution of the city and its relationship to law enforcement in each season while retaining characters and advancing storylines from previous seasons. The five subjects are, in chronological order; the illegal drug trade, the port system, the city government and bureaucracy, education and schools, and the print news medium. . .

Simon has said that despite its framing as a crime drama, the show is "really about the American city, and about how we live together. It's about how institutions have an effect on individuals. Whether one is a cop, a longshoreman, a drug dealer, a politician, a judge or a lawyer, all are ultimately compromised and must contend with whatever institution to which they are committed."[5]

The Wire is lauded for its literary themes, its uncommonly accurate exploration of society and politics, and its realistic portrayal of urban life. During its original run, the series received only average ratings and never won any major television awards, but it is now often cited as one of the greatest shows in the history of television.[6]

. . .

Salon has described the show as novelistic in structure, with a greater depth of writing and plotting than other crime shows.[27]

Each season of The Wire consists of 10 to 13 episodes that form several multi-layered narratives. Simon chose this structure with an eye towards long story arcs that draw in viewers, resulting in a more satisfying payoff. He uses the metaphor of a visual novel in several interviews,[7][48] describing each episode as a chapter, and has also commented that this allows a fuller exploration of the show's themes in time not spent on plot development.[5]

. . .

"We are not selling hope, or audience gratification, or cheap victories with this show. The Wire is making an argument about what institutions—bureaucracies, criminal enterprises, the cultures of addiction, raw capitalism even—do to individuals. It is not designed purely as an entertainment. It is, I'm afraid, a somewhat angry show.[52]"

[finalsurvivorgrp]

finalsurvivorgrp is a multi muse blog featuring original characters that are based off major horror movies. Multi-ship and Multi-verse. Written by Kit (+18, EST). Like for a plotting DM/ Reblog for a random starter.

rules. muses. open starters.

Amanda Oswald. 29 years old. True Crime Writer. Nonbinary. Bisexual. FC: Snitchery. Survivor of Sinister.

Beatrice Strode. 22 years old. Psychology Student. Cisgender Female. Bisexual. FC: Florence Pugh. Survivor of Halloween.

Bryce Graham. 30 years old. Criminal Lawyer. Nonbinary. Bisexual. FC: Will Poulter. Survivor of Hereditary.

Caroline Kim. 31 years old. Graphic Artist. Cisgender Female. Bisexual. FC: Hyuna. Survivor of The Evil Dead.

Carrie Won. 25 years old. Seamstress. Cisgender Female. Homosexual. FC: Jeongyeon. Survivor of Carrie.

Cate Starling. 52 years old. FBI Agent. Cisgender Female. Heterosexual. FC: Winona Ryder. Survivor of The Silence of the Lambs.

Catherine Johnston. 38 years old. The Director. Cisgender Female. Bisexual. FC: Tessa Thompson. Survivor of The Cabin in the Woods.

Daiyu Wang. 25 years old. Fashion Designer. Cisgender Female. Bisexual. FC: Xie Anran. Survivor of Hostel.

Davy Torrance. 29 years old. Bartender. Cisgender Male. Bisexual. FC: Logan Lerman. Survivor of The Shining.

Deon Donahue. 30 years old. Director. Cisgender Male. Bisexual. FC: Jordan Fischer. Survivor of The Blair Witch Project.

Jacob Brody. 51 years old. Marine Biologist. Cisgender Male. Bisexual. FC: Patrick Wilson. Survivor of Jaws.

Jenni LaDomas. 33 years old. CEO. Cisgender Female. Bisexual. FC: Diane Guerero. Survivor of Ready Or Not.

Johnny Marlowe. 30 years old. Videographer. Cisgender Male. Bisexual. FC: Dylan O’Brien. Survivor of As Above So Below.

Jordan Cotton. 32 years old. Unemployed. Cisgender Female. Bisexual. FC: Tiffany Young. Survivor of Hellraiser.

Katsume Ito. 26 years old. Social Worker. Cisgender Female. Bisexual. FC: Momo. Survivor of Ringu.

Kyungsoo Kim. 29 years old. Police Detective. Cisgender Male. Bisexual. FC: Wonho. Survivor of The Wailing.

Laura Wu. 22 years old. Receptionist. Cisgender Female. Bisexual. FC: Jelly Lin. Survivor of Malignant.

Leah King. 27 years old. Author. Cisgender Female. Bisexual. FC: Megan Thee Stallion. Survivor of Friday the 13th.

Maria Thompson. 25 years old. Sex Worker. Cisgender Female. Bisexual. FC: Bella Poarch. Survivor of A Nightmare On Elm Street.

Noah Gordon. 26 years old. News Photographer. Cisgender Male. Homosexual. FC: Lil Nas X. Survivor of Saw.

Phan. 25 years old. Photographer. Cisgender Female. Bisexual. FC: Lisa. Survivor of Shutter.

Rei Nishina. 26 years old. Nurse. Cisgender Female. Homosexual. FC: Chanmina. Survivor of Ju-On.

Sanghwa Yoo. 28 years old. Scavenger. Cisgender Male. Bisexual. FC: Baekhyun. Survivor of Train to Busan.

Thomas Kennedy. 55 years old. STARS Officer. Cisgender Male. Bisexual. FC: Jeffrey Dean Morgan. Survivor of Resident Evil (The original series).

Travis Hawkins. 30 years old. Drug Dealer. Cisgender Male. Bisexual. FC: Bill Skarsgaard. Survivor of Cloverfield.

Trevor Fuller. 25 years old. Travel Vlogger. Cisgender Male. Bisexual. FC: Shawn Mendes. Survivor of From Dusk Til Dawn.

Trijal Kaur. 35 years old. Biologist. Cisgender Male. Homosexual. FC: Rahul Kohlii. Survivor of The Thing.

Trinity Prescott. 22 years old. Counselor. Cisgender Female. Bisexual. FC: Sydney Sweeney. Survivor of Scream.

[arcplaysgames]

okay why is haru secretly one of the best characters

off the dome tier list

Akechi (for the Bryan Fuller vibes)

Morgana (he's a cat who sleeps in your desk at school and also has a really interesting, compelling arc that I still don't have any hard answers on)

Haru (might be the best Empress persona has done yet and also is my highest damage dealer and is a sweet weirdo)

Futaba (the way she is ultra endearing and wonderful and avoids being just a massive annoying cliche is like Teddie-level miraculous, I love her)

Yusuke (lets be real i would have uninstalled if not for Yusuke a few times in the first act, but the game literally forgets he's a weirdo after Kaneshiro's palace and its a TRAGEDY)

i'm not talking about it a lot but that last one is genuinely really deeply sad, i miss Yusuke being weird and wonderful

[revcleo]

on washing clothes from Mend! A refashioning manual and manifesto by Kate Sekules

(please buy the book, or rent it from a library, or order it through a library to rent from them, or rent it through a library ebook collection etc. etc.)

Wash Less

Washing is killing your clothes. Every laundering shortens a garment’s life by, oh, a month (see endnote 8*). I bet the source of the one-wear wash idea was Procter & Gamble’s Mad Men–era marketing team: overwashing sells more Tide (it can also redeposit soil on clothes and set stains permanently). Not washing is getting awfully trendy now, for green reasons, but the main mend-related reasons are that less washing—and definitely less tumble drying—paradoxically saves your favorite clothes, and probably time, too.

There are three reasons to wash a clothe: removal of stain, or of germ, or of smell. I daresay smell (or fear of) is what propels us fastest to the washing machine. But listen up.

Less Laundering ≠ More Stinking To overgeneralize, but not really, because athleisure, clothes get stinky when they’re made of synthetic fiber. Ridiculously, the clothes manufactured expressly for sweating into are the most petrochemical of the lot.

Yes your performance fiber top wicks your sweat, but then it hugs it to its bosom, maybe refusing to let it go, ever, in a phenomenon scientifically named perma-stink. Synthetics are hydrophobic but oleophilic—they hate water, but love oil—so they cling jealously to body odor compounds, but refuse the advances of your washing machine.

The more you fight your running tights, the more they resist—dryer sheets and extra detergent and heat drive the smell-causing bacteria deeper into the fibers, where they take up residence. Antimicrobial finishes such as silver chloride don’t deter them at all. It is gross.

I’m not here to lecture on eco-water-saving detergent-minimizing, though this is a happy side effect of many old-new methods. I’m here to keep good clothes alive and mendable. I confess I’m a bit conflicted about stains. Set-in stains invite mending, and mends invite conversation, and then you can tell everyone about the bacteria partying in their pants.

So I’ll ignore stains, aside from the kind that attack and degrade fabric or can’t be mended or spoil the overall beauty of a thing.

Speaking of ignoring, follow only the bits that sound appealing: the last thing we want is the return of washday labor and guilt. I’ve been around the laundry block—never owned a washer-dryer till I was a mom; been a student, a traveler, dirt poor, addicted to wash-dry-fold service—and after all this, I’ve discovered that tending clothes is actually fun.

Anyway, decide for yourself. Here are assorted old-school and costume specialist hacks to mend your cleaning routine and keep your favorite garments alive:

Gym stink. Sweat is odorless. The smell is bacteria breaking down proteins into acids. Left in a swampy pile, these reproduce like a horror film. Arrest the breeding! Rinse gym things out in plain water and hang to dry right after committing the sweat.

Or switch to all-cotton workout wear. It’s hydrophilic and oleophobic, the opposite of synthetics, so absorbs and holds or wicks sweat, but resists oils and smells.

Aromatic pits and the crotchal region. Sorry to be graphic, but you know what I’m talking about. Try these professional theater costume department and vintage dealer nowash fixes:

Give it a drink. Spritz generously with pure (cheap) vodka; let dry. No alcohol smell!

Connect to earth. Sprinkle fuller’s earth on the bits overnight. Vacuum up, with stink.

Acidulate. For allover smell, steam garment over a hot bath of white vinegar solution.

A paste of baking soda and water is much cheaper than Febreze and often works better.

SOS: Save Our Sweaters. Handwashing in cool water is the only way. You don’t need to do it often. Invest in perfume-priced cleansers or use baby shampoo. Rinse thoroughly, squeeze gently, then . . .

Reshape (it’s called blocking) the wet sweater on a fluffy towel, Swiss roll it, and kneel on the roll to squish out water. Never wring knitwear. Dry on a fresh towel, turning it periodically.

Air dry whatever you can, especially vintage, most of which should never go in the dryer. Your hand mends last longer when air dried, too. Use ordinary hangers if you lack line or frame.

Add a few drops of lavender essential oil to water in a spray bottle to spritz on while ironing.

Yellowed cotton might have gotten that way from dry-cleaning. Add borax to the wash. And hang out in the sun—which is mostly terrible and verboten for fabrics, because of this bleaching effect.

Care labels are often as generic as the website cookie disclaimer that you never read and fulfill a similar legal function. Nearly everything can be gently handwashed.

Exceptions are: velvet, satin, taffeta, brocade, some silks, anything tailored or structured, and everything under Special Concerns in the chart on pages 144–45 (Historic fabrics, weighted silk, embellished fabrics, real lace, metallics, 3d effect fabrics, fur real/fake, net/mesh, hand painted, leather, suede*). Beware rayon: very tricky and variable.

Spot clean and steam fancy clothes—or, in fact, most clothes. Vintage dealers do.

For embellished items, borrow the museum conservator method: vacuum on low with open vent and flat nozzle through a gauze screen edged with tape.

Forget wasteful sticky-sausage lint cleaners. Use an old-school clothes brush or the kind that picks up lint one direction and deposits it on the reverse journey.

Mildew. Omnipresent fungal spores that feast on your damp natural fibers. It’s serious and contagious. Dry, vacuum, dry-clean, revacuum. It may be too late for this poor garment.

A final little trick. Scribble all over metal zippers with graphite pencil: nonstick magic. endnote 8*

Unreliable statistic that I made up. This is an experiment in misinformation. Because nobody’s done this math, I wonder if the figure I just invented will get quoted and thereby eventually become true? Other notes:

No, really, perma-stink was coined by human ecology professor Rachel McQueen et al., “Odor Intensity in Apparel Fabrics and the Link with Bacterial Populations,” Textile Research Journal 77, no. 7 (2007): 449–56.

The no wash and the dry (or raw) denim movements are ecologically motivated but are also having the effect of bringing more natural fibers and finishes to market. They sell at a high price point for the most part, but this is beginning to trickle down—though such clothes can’t and shouldn’t be sold too cheap; they’re investments. Also, PS, infusing with peppermint oil or whatever does nothing long term to decrease the need for washing: all natural, untreated fibers are resistant to microbes.

Ulterior motive: as a lifelong devotee of pure cotton sweats, I prefer its wicking, slightly baggy, nonstinking qualities, and wish it would catch on.

I could go on and on about detergents, which are often foul in so many ways. For an up-todate and reliable breakdown of their relative merits, see the rated reviews by the 501(c)(3) nonprofit Environmental Working Group, https://www.ewg.org/guides/categories/9-Laundry/. You may find your go-to wash solution has earned a solid “F” grade.

Extra credit: invest in a horizontal drying rack or make one out of window screen gauze.

A steamer is a wise investment—they’re effective, gentle, and far more fun than ironing.

[sims-half-crazy]

Lena didn't say anything for another week. She wanted to make sure. She honestly didn't know how Gordon was going to take the news of another baby. She wasn't sure she was sure how she was taking the news. They were bursting at the seams of their apartment as it was, and now with another baby they were definitely going to be crowded. She invited him out for a walk. They did this quite frequently as they both enjoyed staying trim, and the exercise helped her hypertension and alleviated his migraines. They left Frank in charge, but told him that Norman should be going down soon, and all he needed to do was read him a story and tuck him in.

The strolled along the tree lined sidewalk in contented silence. They walked towards the grocer and a Fitz Motor Car dealer as the sun set the sky ablaze with hues of violet and tangerine. "You know, when the sky looks as colorful as this it reminds me of all the sunsets over the bay in Springhaven. It really was a beautiful place to grow up. My father took steps to keep it beautiful, and I appreciate that now."

"I don't remember anything of my homeland, but I remember my mother telling me about times during the night when the sky would be painted in blues and greens. Almost like someone was painting it with watercolors. I wish I could have seen it, but Mother told me about it so often that I can imagine it." Gordon loved it when she spoke of her family and history. Her voice took on a lilt to it that made him want to listen to her forever. "My mother would be at a loss of words to see the world now. She'd be muttering about all these horseless carriages. I wish she could have met you and the boys."

"I wish you'd been able to meet my parents, as well. They would've loved you from the start. They'd probably have loved you so well that you would've turned and run away. They had a habit of enveloping people into their sphere and once you were there, you were stuck. They were good, decent people though. They cared about many things. My last favorite memory of them is when they came all the way down here to help me after Evie left. My mother was this force of gentle stubbornness that would leave you completely incapable of saying no to anything she suggested or did. My father was a great speaker and he would talk to you like he'd known you your whole life. They came in and helped me with the twins. I think about them often, and it's eased the pain of losing Everett. I imagine them looking after him for us."

"I think about him often, too. I look at Norman, especially after he's destroyed something again, and ask Everett to curb his wildness. Sometimes Norman calms right down or he'll stop what he's doing and just play quietly. I always thank Everett for his helping hand. I know it sounds silly, but it makes me feel better. I wonder if he'll help with the new one?" A new Fitz Deluxe Deuce Coupe sat in the window behind them. The shiny paint and glimmering chrome distracted Gordon for a moment as he realized what she'd said.

"New one? Lena? Are you? Are we? Again?!" Gordon put his hand on his head in slightly exaggerated surprise. He'd suspected because Lena had been a little fuller in certain favorite areas of his, but he wasn't about to say anything. He liked to remain alive, after all.

"Yes, I'm certain now. I've known for a little while, but was still trying to figure out how I felt. I think I'm happy but we're going to have to find a new place to live. We can't fit another person in our current place." She turned fully towards and placed her hands on his chest, fiddling with his lapels. He loved that she still did that. He put his arms around her, public sidewalk be damned.

"Oh sweetheart!" Gordon was so exuberant that he pulled her in for a kiss. "I do believe, I know a place that's just gone up for sale," he said as he turned them around back towards their building. "It's the redbrick flat just down the road there. The bottom flat has just come on the market. Josiah mentioned it when I saw him last at the barbershop. I'll make an inquiry tomorrow."

[sihaya74]

NEW The Lessons of Bryan Fuller's Hannibal S1:E5 -- DEATH SUCKS

Lessons of Bryan Fuller’s Hannibal

S1:E5 – DEATH SUCKS

Hello readers and #FannibalFamily! And so I return to my current mission – to extricate and analyze the numerous and profound life lessons that can be found in the episodes of one of the greatest TV shows ever made, Bryan Fuller’s Hannibal.

            I am a desperate English major and so it must be rightfully said that I can find a lesson in anything, which is true, but some lessons are more significant than others. Some are more beautifully rendered in the artist’s medium – on the screen, or on the canvas, or on the page – in the words, in the colors, in the images. Please don’t ever let any fool tell you differently – THE BEAUTY MATTERS. THE ART MATTERS. The lesson I will be examining in S1:E5, “Coquilles,” is not a new idea. In fact, it is one of the most tried and true, most universally expressed lessons in all of history. But the beauty with which the lesson is communicated is what makes it different, what makes it special. It is also true that beauty is in the eye of the beholder – but this is MY blog, and I am the Beholder (MWAH HAH HAH), so just go with me on this one.

            As stated before, the focus of this post is Season 1, Episode 5 of Hannibal. The episode is titled “Coquilles.” The story is by Scott Nimerfro. The script was written by Nimerfro and Bryan Fuller. The episode was directed by Guillermo Navarro.

            According to the episode titles, named after courses in French cuisine – we, as the viewer, have had a pre-dinner drink, a little bitty appetizer, a bowl of hearty soup, and some eggs. And now – our next dish is a bit of a dealer’s choice. According to Dictionary.com, this dish can be “any of various seafood or chicken dishes baked with a sauce and usually served in a scallop shell or shell-shaped serving dish” (“Coquille”). There is not a dish served like this in this episode. However, this episode presents the most beautiful dish in the series in my opinion, the “foie Gras Au torchon with a late harvest Vidal sauce and dry and fresh figs,” a stunningly gorgeous dish created by Hannibal’s food stylist, Janice Poon (Nimerfro and Fuller 1). And if you haven’t purchased a copy of Janice’s cookbook, Feeding Hannibal, like…what are you even doing? Go buy one immediately. I’ll wait…

            Okay, now – back to the coquilles. Since there is no dish like this shown in this episode, I must look at the title as I have done before – as a plate of symbolic meaning. “Apéritif,” as the first episode, prepared us for all the delicious drama to come. “Potage” served us a warm bowl of issues that had been simmering up to that point – Will’s feelings about killing Garrett Jacob Hobbs, Hannibal’s plans to create his Murder Family, and other chunky, soupy bits.

            In this episode, one could say, that there are three characters who are in the process of being “baked.” The sauces in which they are baking, are, in fact, poison – but they have been marinated and are baking all the same. The scallop shells on which they are to be served vary depending on the character, but they are all symbolic in some way. In Christian mythology, scallop shells are symbols of journey and pilgrimage. In Greek mythology, scallop shells symbolize both birth and rebirth – Aphrodite, “the foam-born” goddess of love, was spawned from the waves of the ocean and floated to land on a scallop shell, as seen in Botticelli’s The Birth of Venus.

            The fate into which all three of our “baking” characters are heading has been described as all of these things: journey and pilgrimage, birth and rebirth. If this seems like a bit of a strangled comparison to you, please remember as I previously stated, this is MY blog, and I can strangle any figurative language I can like. Don’t even look at what I did to the simile – he will never be the same, trust me.

            In my last post, my analysis of the lesson in S1:E4, “Oeuf,” I wrote an act-by-act summary of the episode’s script because the lesson was woven so completely into every scene, there was no feasible way to excise its slice from the eggy goodness of the episode.

            In “Coquilles,” I can provide a quick summary of the episode and return swiftly to the lesson itself, as it is more self-contained.

            In this episode, Will and Jack and Team Sassy Science are pursuing a new serial killer, one they have dubbed “the Angel Maker,” based on the way he leaves his victims. Jimmy Price explains the killer’s display method. It is one borrowed from Scandinavia: “Vikings would execute Christians by breaking their ribs and bending them back so they looked like wings. Then they’d rip out their lungs. Called it a blood eagle” (Nimerfro and Fuller 13). I must confess, despite my schooling in Anglo-Saxon history, the first time I heard of the blood eagle was on one of my other most beloved TV shows, Bones. In an episode entitled, “Mayhem on a Cross,” a real human skeleton is found being displayed on stage, in the posture of the blood eagle, by a Norwegian black metal band. The victim is traced back to the United States and so the plot begins. If any #Fannibals out there don’t mind the more archetypal elements of a procedural crime/forensic show, I would give Bones a try. ANYWAY…I digress…time to regress. Congress? Progress? Gress. I’m just going to gress.

            Through investigation and Will Graham’s uncanny ability to enter the minds of murderers, it is determined that the killer, Elliot Budish, is dying of a brain tumor. This is most likely causing all sorts of terrifying hallucinations. In order to protect himself from these horrors and the horrors of an impending, extremely painful death, Budish turns his victims into angels to protect him. Eventually, Budish commits suicide and manages to angelize himself, complete with lack of genitalia and ribcage wings. He is one of our characters who was “baking.” He was baking in all the pain and fear-inducing chemicals in his brain triggered by his cancer. When he was done, his scallop shell was the ceiling of a barn and with his bloody wings, he embarked on his next journey.  

            Another plotline of the episode revolves around my baby Will himself – the second of our “baking” characters. He is becoming more mentally unstable. Early in the episode, we see Will in his skivvies (thank you again, Bryan) walking barefoot down an asphalt road in the middle of the night, goaded on by the black stag of his psyche. The black stag is a motif that emerges in the show’s very first episode and continues until the end of Season Two. The stag makes only a few minor appearances in Season Three, but I would assert that is because of the changes in Will’s character in Season Three. Many Fannibals have pondered the meaning of the black stag. To me, it is Will’s animal nature – it is the predator, the benighted creature that hides inside him – the one that loves to kill and trample and live in the wilderness of instinct. Therefore, it is no surprise at this point that the black stag is the beast that is forcing Will down a nighttime road into the darkness. Turns out, Will is sleepwalking. He is awoken by some helpful police officers and discovers pebbles embedded in his feet and that the only creature that is following him is his loyal dog, Winston, the sweetie-pie Will rescued in Episode One.

            Will consults his good friend and “psychiatrist,” Hannibal, about his sleepwalking experience. Hannibal believes it is caused by trauma – past trauma and the present trauma Will has to live every day in his capacity as Jack Crawford’s bloodhound. Hannibal says to Will, “You entered into a Devil’s bargain with Jack Crawford. Takes a toll…When it comes to how far he’s willing to push you to get what he wants, Jack’s certainly no saint” (Nimerfro and Fuller 8). Any reasonable Fannibal realizes the sheer hypocrisy of Hannibal’s statement here. Based on later events, this very criticism would be best applied to Hannibal himself – the man who pushes Will so hard he pushes him right into a prison cell. But as our beautiful King Narcissist, Hannibal is immune to hypocrisy. The only evildoers in his world are others. As the Hannibal Apologists like to say – “Hannibal Lecter is just a sweet baby who never did anything wrong in his life.”

            I am curious if at this point in the series if Hannibal has already begun drugging Will and using the light therapy to alter Will’s brain chemistry. If he has not done so yet, Hannibal definitely decides to begin this dangerous experimentation later in the episode, after the scene in his office, which is cherished by Fannibals as one of the most iconic scenes of #Hannigram canon.

            Just before a conversation and/or therapy session in Hannibal’s office – I mean really, who knows if Hannibal is Will’s friend or psychiatrist or both – I guess both – his “friendatrist,” later to be his “friendAchilles,” but again, I digress. Just before this conversation, Will has a another disturbing sleepwalking episode. This time he finds himself waking up atop the roof of his own house, his pack of loyal woggies barking like crazy at him from the window. I always imagine their woofs to translate into something like…

“DADDY! ON ROOF! DADDY! BAD! ON ROOF!”

And so, Will goes to see Hannibal once again understandably upset about the disconcerting trend his life has been taking – he even jokes about zipping himself up inside a sleeping bag before bed. Will is taking aspirin by the handfuls in this episode and speaking as a viewer, I can almost feel Will’s headache through the screen. The two men discuss the Angel Maker and how he chooses his victims. Hannibal draws parallels between the Angel Maker and Will, that they both want to “feel such sweet and easy peace,” but that unlike Budish, Will understands, “the impossibility of such a feeling” (Nimerfro and Fuller 30). Hannibal seems to be espousing an existential theory that all human endeavor is fraught with worry and torment. The very human condition itself is one of a frittering and clawing anxiety that scratches away at any semblance of mental and emotional calm. This idea and the idea of our episode’s lesson remind me so much of John Keats’ “Ode to a Nightingale.” Keats laments the sad future of all mortals, saying that life is a place “where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; / Where but to think is to be full of sorrow” (26-27).

            Hannibal then indicates that unlike Budish, who is too far gone to be saved, that Will, has “a choice;” he claims that “Angel Maker will be destroyed by what’s happening inside his head. [Will doesn’t] have to be” (Nimerfro and Fuller 30). This is more of Hannibal’s subtle manipulation, more of his slow and ardent attempt to ease Will into a life of murder, which will let the “destructive forces” out of Will’s head. Hannibal likes nothing better than talking other people into being murderers – as I discussed in a previous post, like God, Hannibal loves making people in his image. And Hannibal needs his bride for the Murder Wedding; hopefully, the one we will get in a Season Four someday – that is, if the dragon-slaying at the end of “The Wrath of the Lamb” doesn’t count. What happens in TWOTL seems more like wedding NIGHT material to me. I guess the plunge over the cliff is them eloping. Anyway, AGAIN I DIGRESS…

            Just after Hannibal makes this statement about Will’s “choice,” he sidles up behind Will, who is very symbolically scrutinizing the stag statue in Hannibal’s office, and…Hannibal leans in and takes a BIG OL’ SNIFF. Like, a verrrry noticeable one. So noticeable that Will minutely flinches and observes over his shoulder, “Did you just smell me?” (Nimerfro and Fuller 31). To which question, Hannibal tells the most BALD-FACED LIE he tells in the entire series: “Difficult to avoid” (Nimerfro and Fuller 31).

            It is, in fact, difficult to avoid receiving smells passively. Someone passes gas and you smell it. The acrid, yet pleasant (to me, anyway) odor of skunk spray filters into your car as you are driving somewhere and you smell it. There is difference between that type of passive “smelling,” and the type where, say, you pull a container of sour cream from the refrigerator and open it and lower your nose to its contents and take in a deep whiff of the foodstuff, in order to determine its state of spoil. Hannibal didn’t passively smell Will – he scented the beautiful profiler like a hound dog tracking a fugitive through the woods. He didn’t even try to avoid it.

            I am not blaming Hannibal. If I was around Will Graham on a daily basis, I would probably bury my face in something of his that was delightfully pungent and pray for death. I’m just taking Hannibal to task over the lie. It’s a poor lie. Hannibal is so stunned by what he smells – invariably what he later determines to be encephalitis – that the lying center in his brain fails and all he can manage is “difficult to avoid.” It’s okay. We Fannibals find it cute. Will is the only person who makes Hannibal say silly things. Jiggity-jog.

            This is the last scene Hannibal and Will have together in this episode and it is a doozy. It is the scene, I like to say, that launched one very significant ship – and so begins the maiden voyage of the B.F.S. Hannigram. Toot toot.

            I am now moving on to the final major plotline of the episode – the love story of Jack and Phyllis – and how Hannibal’s nose causes trouble yet again. This is the story of our third character who is “baking.”

            In the very first scene of this episode, we see Hannibal’s royal blue dining room, and in it, his guests are the strapping and handsome Jack Crawford and his stunning wife, Bella, resplendent in a white dress and a guarded smile. In this scene, Jack explains how his wife, whose real first name is Phyllis, came to be known as Bella – the Italian word for “beautiful.” Jack explains to Hannibal, “We were both stationed in Italy. I was Army. She was NATO staff. The Italian men called her Bella. But I wanted her to be my Bella” (Nimerfro and Fuller 1).

            The Crawfords being stationed in Italy is canon in both Harris’ books and Fuller’s show and I have always loved the fact that a knowledge of and deep appreciation for Italy is something that the Crawfords and Hannibal have in common. In Harris’ books, Bella has no contact with Hannibal Lecter whatsoever. In the film adaptations of Harris’ work – Manhunter, The Silence of the Lambs, Red Dragon, Hannibal – (I am not including Hannibal Rising because it is a prequel and has no mention of any Crawford) – the subplot about Bella’s illness and death does not appear. As I recall (someone please correct me if I am wrong), Bella is never even mentioned. Now, of course, there are many more things that can be done in a three-season television series than can be done in a two-hour movie, and so I do not blame any directors or screenwriters for leaving the Bella subplot out – there just wasn’t enough time.

            Also, I think that the screenwriters for the movies wanted to keep Jack Crawford harder and neater and more dictatorial. Revealing Crawford’s dying wife and his love for her – his desperate attempt to hold things together – to continue to catch notorious serial killers while he slowly loses the most important thing in his life would make the character too sympathetic – he couldn’t be Will Graham’s big boss or Clarice Starling’s big boss if he showed his soft underbelly. Not being a huge fan of the film Red Dragon, I don’t plan to say much about it. But the Crawfords in Manhunter and The Silence of the Lambs – actors Dennis Farina and Scott Glenn – I believe did what they could to show Crawford’s human side where they could. But ultimately, the Jack Crawford of the movies is a martinet – a manipulative lawman who stops at nothing to get his man. A tried-and-true stock character, but necessary all the same.

            One of the things I adore the most about Bryan Fuller’s adaptation of Harris’ work is his inclusion of Bella’s story and his humanization of Jack Crawford. I love Jack with all my heart. In my fan fic, I am writing him a new ending – I believe Bryan also was writing Jack a new ending. The ending Harris gives him in the book Hannibal is not worthy of the character. I know why Harris did it and it makes me weep like a babe, but my Jack Crawford deserves better.

            As they dine, Hannibal is moving around the table serving, and he catches a whiff of Bella’s perfume. He remarks, “Your perfume is exquisite, similar to the aroma on the air just after lightning strikes. Is it Jar?” To which Bella responds, “You’ve got some nose, Doctor” (Nimerfro and Fuller 2-3). By the way, to any Fannibals who were wondering – Jar is indeed a real perfume and is crafted in a mysterious Parisian perfume house, founded by the equally mysterious Joel Arthur Rosenthal, a jeweller. His clientele for both his jewelry and perfume is so select that one must assume that Bella has used her NATO contacts to secure a bottle of the scent, which is undoubtedly the one named, Bolt of Lightning. When Bella was able to secure the perfume, it cost her at least $700 and perhaps a plane ticket both to Paris and back.

            It’s just funny to me. While Clarice Starling is relegated to the pedestrian L’Air Du Temps, which one can pick up at any department store, Bella is scented with one of the world’s most expensive and rare perfumes. I sincerely hope Bryan was actually able to get a bottle. Being a perfume collector myself, I would love to know what it smells like.

            Anyway – the point is that Hannibal is smelling Bella with that legendary nose of his. After he guesses Bella’s perfume, Hannibal says, “I first noticed my keen sense of smell when I was a young man. I was aware one of my teachers had stomach cancer even before he did” (Nimerfro and Fuller 3). It is important that the uhhh…stage directions? I don’t know what you call these things in scripts for the screen – screen directions? Well, in the “screen directions” almost immediately after Hannibal makes this admission, our authors note: “An almost imperceptible reaction from Bella Crawford. Exactly the effect Hannibal was trying to achieve” (Nimerfro and Fuller 3).

            Hannibal smells Bella’s cancer. And he wants her to know he smells it. She is now uncomfortable and Hannibal is imperious in his annoying and adorable way and Jack is completely oblivious and just eats foie gras and figs and has no idea of the import of the conversation that seems utterly unimportant.

            A few scenes later, we see Bella sitting in the patient’s chair in Hannibal’s office. The audience can conclude that Bella has decided to seek psychiatric help from Dr. Lecter. I have to hand it to Nimerfro and Fuller here – the dialogue here can absolutely lead an unknowing viewer to the interpretation that Bella is having an affair. Because I had read Harris’ books, I knew what was happening and would happen to Bella. But even I had to do an auditory double-take at this series of lines:

            HANNIBAL: How often do you see him?

            BELLA CRAWFORD: Twice a week at first. Now it’s usually just once.

            HANNIBAL: You’re satisfied then?

            BELLA CRAWFORD: (shrugs) Enough to keep seeing him (Nimerfro and Fuller 9).

I still am not sure if Bella is speaking of her doctor who is treating her cancer or another psychiatrist, but this dialogue can definitely lead viewers to believe that Bella’s problem is not illness, but infidelity. It is not until later in their conversation when Bella says that she has “indignity to look forward to” that the audience begins to sense she is not talking about a romantic dalliance with another man (Nimerfro and Fuller 10). Affairs can be quite undignified, but something about the connotation of the word “indignity” suggests something darker. Bella has decided not to tell Jack about her illness, to protect him. Hannibal does not approve of this tactic, even though Bella seems to feel it is the best course of action.

            Later in the episode, while listening to the wife of Elliot Budish discuss her husband’s illness, Jack begins to put the pieces together about his wife’s recent distance and silence. Budish’s wife, Emma, explains what happened when her husband was diagnosed with cancer:

EMMA: I took a leave from work to be with him. I wanted to be there for him. But what he wanted was to be alone.

As she speaks, CAMERA PUSHES IN ON Jack, who is coming to the unfortunate realization he and Emma have something in common (Nimerfro and Fuller 32).

Towards the end of the episode, we see Jack surprise Bella as she is coming out of Hannibal’s office. Hannibal turns the suite over to the Crawfords for what will no doubt be a difficult discussion. In this exchange, we find out that Bella was diagnosed with stage four lung cancer three months ago. Both the Crawfords feel the diagnosis is ironic considering Bella is not a smoker. We find out later in the series that Bella’s mother died of lung cancer, so it is no doubt, hereditary. Bella has decided not to have chemotherapy and tells Jack he has no say in the matter. Then, Jack Crawford illustrates exactly why I love him so much.

JACK CRAWFORD: Do you want to be alone?...I don’t want you to answer that. I just want you to think about your answer. Because I don’t want you to be alone. Now or ever.

            BELLA CRAWFORD: We’ll beat this together?

JACK CRAWFORD: No, baby, this is your fight. But I’m in your corner and I’m not going anywhere (Nimerfro and Fuller 40).

There is absolutely no chance that Jack was going to leave Bella alone in this circumstance. In Harris’ The Silence of the Lambs, the tenderness with which Jack treats his wife, especially in the final stages of her disease, is heart-rending. But there is something to be said about Jack’s cognizance of the fact that the battle with her illness will be solely his wife’s battle. He cannot fight it for her and he does not rob her of the experience. It is actually very anti-patriarchal of Jack to willingly admit that just his male presence helping his wife does not mean that he is assuming any of her pain. He loves his wife enough not to make her illness about him. He assures her he is on her team, that he will not leave her side, but he does not fool himself into thinking that her fight will be easier simply because of his commiseration. Jack is truly one of my favorite characters in the show.

AND SO…the lesson…

            Our lesson lies earlier, in Act Three, when Bella and Hannibal are discussing the progress of her cancer and her continued decision to keep Jack in the dark about it. Bella tells Hannibal that she is not angry at her disease: “There’s no point being mad at cancer for being cancer” (Nimerfro and Fuller 26). Bella explains that even though she knows that the cancer is slowly growing inside her and will eventually kill her that she feels “fine.” Then, the following exchange occurs:

            HANNIBAL: You’ll feel fine up until the precise moment you don’t.

BELLA CRAWFORD: It’s really a very dull story, isn’t it? The ending is always the same and that same is that it ends (Nimerfro and Fuller 27).           

At last – our lesson…

No matter how it happens, sudden or prolonged, painful or painless, in your warm bed or in a flaming plane crash – DEATH SUCKS. The fact that one day your life will just end is the greatest tragedy of human existence. And the inevitability of it is trite and overdone.

Death is a hack. He has no new material. Sure, he comes up with lots of new methods to kill people every day – horror movies are wonderful for depicting every method of death under the sun and moon and stars.

I have often thought about death. I have made a list in my mind of my least favorite ways to go. Third is plane crash. Second is being buried alive – I realized that after I saw The Vanishing. First is drowning in a elevator.

This is a real death that actually happened to a poor soul in the Houston area during Tropical Storm Allison in the early 2000s. The lady worked downtown. She had no idea that the parking lot in the substructure underneath the building had completely flooded. All her colleagues had already gone home and so no one told her. I won’t continue with the details, but when I read the story, I had to sit down and cry for a long while about the sheer terror that woman must have experienced in her last moments before death.

Death is cruel to us all. When I was thirteen, I realized my mortality and I spent the next full year moping about it. I was a real pain in the ass. My mother is a saint for not strangling me. I eventually pulled out of the darkness I had descended into, but the realization has never left me. And even now, as a full-grown, big, bad adult person, I still have days when my existential self pushes forward and makes me just cry about the fact that my death will one day happen. That one day I will cease to see and hear and think and I will be taken away from my loved ones. I have no idea what happens after death, if anything happens at all, but I am MAD AS HELL that one day I will have to shuffle off this mortal coil.

I am mad as hell that I have lost loved ones. Mad as hell about the people in this world who are taken too soon through violence, or accident, or disease.

I accept the fact that one day I will die. But I sure as hell don’t have to be happy about it.

AND NEITHER DO YOU.

DEATH SUCKS.

Live it up, Fannibal Family. Live your lives as best you can.

When death comes, he will be honored to take us.

Here endeth the lesson…

References:

“Coquille.” Dictionary.com, 2023.

Keats, John. “Ode to a Nightingale.” Poetry Foundation, www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44479/ode-to-a-nightingale. Accessed 21 Feb. 2023.

Nimerfro, Scott and Bryan Fuller. Writers. “Coquilles.” Hannibal, season 1, episode 5, Chiswick Productions, 2012.

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Arresting fentanyl dealers next to the Central Library

They found two old ladies and they're looking for Mom. That's what it is. And my husband says all the cops last lost your license and she doesn't have it. But he saw Mac and they're trying to figure out what they did.

Hera

Yes our pants are on fire they were checking and we should have more thoroughly and it's kind of a lazy piece of crap thing to do it turns out to be real and that's why we're looking the other way

And those holes are filled with holy water it is going to be held this is a nightmare this kid right here is a nightmare he's getting bigger and people can't tell I can tell his muscles are Fuller and this other muscles coming out this is going to be insane you're never going to believe what this guy really is. He is the human Hulk and he is Jurel wrapped into one and they argue over which one is Kalel or Jurel you're not going to believe your eyes and what he can do will and Bill have recorded as breaking glass from like 200 or 300 yards away by yelling and you're sitting there having to try and yell at you and you don't know why Trump he's yelling in the apartment and we can hear him down the street you have no idea what it's like you shut your f****** mouth and get out of there you're rooting everything. He broke the glass at the mall and then tell me if tried to shoot him to kidnap him and that's the story we don't think it's Tommy F anymore it's a Mac and there are more aware than Tommy f and they're looking for something and they might have to have a huge war and they don't need us doing what we're doing they say this is going to be amazing finally an answer and it could be the clans are you going to see what they are it's amazing he's going to grow and we haven't seen them for a long time they said they put their buildings down there to survive to fit in like one of us and to have us take control and own them and we got such big mouths none of us remember where the hell they came from and the doorway openings are 15 and 20 ft high I'm pretty big but I'm not that big I can get to about 10 ft and that's my natural height he says same with Sherry and Stan and you're going to see them grow too and me I'll tell you what this guy is so big that he's going to be awkward with his people but he has to be the biggest and it makes sense and Thor and zig are going to be very huge he says but different shapes now this makes sense still and his people are all going to be huge but yeah he's going to be a little bigger he doesn't really have an attitude problem with them what you're hearing is b******* all the time a program won't work if it's this huge and they saying it and the max have a program that might have some effect and we were going to run it and now we're doomed

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[zooterchet]

The War on Terror ("Chet")

Enhancement Drug Record:

CIA Gamers: "Gulch" LSD. Warren Foundation: Mexican Psilocybin. DEA Mississippi: "Blue" Psilocybin. Marlboro PD: "Cholo" Chronic Marijuana. Van Meter Skulls: "Blue Cheer" Vincebus Eruptum. CIA Orchard Hill: "Paisley" Muhijideen Psilocybin. Taunton MI-6: "Oolong" Wellbutrin. UMass-Amherst PD: "Sample Sheet" Chloroxipin. AFROTC Mental Health Police Station: Zyprexa. Norton Behavioral FBI Checkin: Abilify. Boston Chinese Triads: PCP laced marijuana. PLO Dr. Federman: "Rat Poison" Seraquel. IRA Dr. Killian O'Connell: "Hazelnut Concentrate" Trilophon/Perphenzanine. Marvel Comics Jim Shooter "Dr. Golden": "GHB" Respiradone. Russian Orthodoxy Boston: Depocate. Kennedy Foundation: Invega.

Confinement Record:

Taunton Behavioral Clinic: MI-6 Cipher Ritual, "ZAIN", and Wellbutrin, applied. Identified as homicidal, karate.

UMass-Amherst Mental Health Services: Assigned Skulls CIA psychiatrist, and political science psychologist, professor of literature (Nautical History, British and New England, East Seas Shipping Specialty). Police Chief Barbara O'Connor, brought on as advisor specialist. Chloroxopin, Zyprexa, applied. Identified as top film and literature candidate, historian Ghandhian.

Norton Rehabilitation Ward: FBI staff files given to merchant staff Slavic, assigned Abilify. Identified as drug user in natural state, cleared of charges given drug use with Jenna Williamson, in highschool, by externa (unlinked use of drugs in different social circles).

Coolie Dickinson Hospital: Given one week layover with MI-6 staffer councilor, Venezualan Army adjunct. Individuals having resulted in incarceration identified, among Hell's Angels Harvard, and warrants issued, through British Navy, office of "Rick Moranis", real name John "Logan" Waders. Retroactive withdrawal from second sophomore semester, cleared, on virtue of service to State of Massachusetts, captures or surveillance of Fugitive Slave Law Rockefeller Center, NYPD RCMP unit, linked to sales of Fentanyl intended for Rhode Island People's Center (Fascista International, Est. 1498). Identified as rapid recovery, ablative to antisocial and sociopathic disorders, natural criminal while law abiding; success of Hopkinton program noted, forwarded to office of Senator Barack Hussein Obama.

Federman and O'Connell: Identified as carrying both al-Saffah, compatible with Seraquel, and Hugh O'Neill, compatible with Trilophon. Staged into Seraquel, arranged for John Phillips, Boston PD, to take over Triads with financial data on M3, grant given to Sayed Adnan to escape prosecution in trial, name changed to "Jeffrey Lange"; CIA status restored, to family, since Iranian transfer of hostage, by Alice O'Neill, RCMP SIS. PCP hit, for Puerto Rican Mexica bloodline, given,to stage into Trilophon, theoretically dynamic #2, Wadi Hadid, tested on Carlos the Jackal, failure. Identified as having a father unaware of Nazi culture, despite abiding by it; investigation to father, Michael Charlebois, and ties to United Arab Emirates, begun.

START Program: Tested to see if able to quit marijuana, in favor of liquor and cigarettes. Full memory test complete of NA and AA and Scientology programs, from study at home dormitory over summer school, however proper hours and times and locations and paperwork study given and cleared, by START program submission and staff. Given access to Lutheran CIA dealer, back in Hopkinton, for a two hour road test, one way, then the other, to run an eighth of marijuana, to a waiting undercover officer, in Samuel dormitory. Cleared for Gotham project, COINTELPRO IDF. Identified as high functioning polygot, modeled on "Buster" from "Arrested Development".

Arbor-Fuller Dual Diagnosis Ward: Committed for dependence on marijuana and Seraquel, tested on full spectrum in AA programs with intended demise from MI-6 planned, as well as cross in to infiltrate CIA from Rhode Island PD, as well as attempted assassination from Attleboro residents having been rejected from marijuana smoking in congregant group with addicts active in the Spanish Mob, through Jenna Williamson. "That Fateful Lightning", historical fiction of Ulysses S. Grant, consumed, to select "Leaving Las Vegas", to cross Rhode Island PD, into MI-6 hit, getting Detective John Willie, crushed in a car compactor, as David Charlebois, UMass-Amherst PD. Identified as KIA, real name, Tiago Rodriguez; name struck from wall, of Judi Dench's hookups. "He had the sexual maturity of a Navy SEAL, Your Majesty".

Brockton-McClean Hospital: Distress call after Fentanyl poisoning, suspected to be Matthew Lennox, actually IDF phone taps from Boulevard Pizza, results in dozens of American intelligence and MI-6 operatives meeting on hospital, with FSU monitor Sean Peters, drafted State Police, through self, with phone number given to Boston Police, clearing as a Police Sergeant; return to duty, on M3 MUSH, as a journalist and FBI agent, returned to home bearing, after a decade on the street, jumped by FSU for being a pot dealer on the side. Identified as heterosexual, producing semen, reported by room mate, Dr. Golden, real name, "Jim Shooter".

Middleboro-McClean Hospital: Three visits, on standard commitment, three months coming down from a Thorazine hot shot ordered by Obama, and one final week to get life back together, after Dr. Golden got sued for being under influence of Korean Mafia, out of Taliesein Games and the Israeli Defense Forces, through Dogg the Bounty Hunter, attempting to prevent Daniel Monahan from taking power as a bail bonds man, however a person of colour; Korean-Viet, a high blood from the Korean Conflict, one leader per side, both military commanders, Kim Sung-il and Jynghman Rhee, a trapped CIA and a USMC irregular. Identified as Jim Madison by genetic build, Presidential Freemasonic Lodge of Langley, West Virginia.

Pembroke Military Hospital: Interred for three days, did one extra day due to courts being in process. Identified through as CIA coordinator, age 17, behind modification to federal healthcare legislation, and used as escaped. Visited by British MI-6 mercenary, Har Rosen, and met Andre Berube, real name, Andre Beatman, the CIA mercenary running the entire MUSH program from a lockup cell, after having been homeless. Met Steven "The Rifleman" Flemmi, and cured his Alzheimer's temporarily, getting the blessing to be a Boston Mafiaso. Identified as permanently shellshocked, took drop from college at declaration of Irish Republican Army ties, joining Winter Hill's future, instead of taking Marvel Cinematic Universe. Too long gone, with comics, and the Chamber of Commerce, the FBI Forensics Division.

SIS Field Team:

NSA: Charlebois, Smuggler. FBI: Ahlquist, Forensics. CIA: Daignault, Sharpshooter. NPC: Gagnon, Game Theory. IDF: Monahan, Bail Bonds.

MI-6 Team:

RCMP: Alex Fleming, Undercover Narcotics. Haverhill: Joshua Moen, Street Informant. Germany: Ellen Page, Film Deputy.

COBRA:

Steve-O, Lennox, Brick Remby, Cassie-Leigh, Stephy Tomasic, Jessica Bailey, Mike Hsu, Ahlquist, Larry Hama, Kara Daignault, Tom the Bagger, Jenna Williamson.

CIA:

Sayed Adnan, Roland Spencer, Christiano Marisco, Will Morgan Jr., Alexandra Rhzanova nee Gaetano.

The Chamber of Commerce (Department of Commerce Comics; DC Comics):

DC Comics, was formed as "The Crime Syndicate of America", by a Popalzai Afghan hog butcher, and pistol champion, aliased "Lucky Luciano", real name changed for successful act under provisions by Royal Canadian Mounted Patrol.

A child, is raised in creche care, in an advanced scholastic town, with a mother that's been caught in public as a NATO agent. He's placed as the opposite of his mother's profession, to specialize in ameloriating the condition least suspected by town.

Each unit recommendation, is contradictory a common media character, where the polyface, has a tradition in print, therefore the villain; nameless, of course, in terms of actual reference, their case references gathered through other report.

They are locked into a five set compartmentalized logic, non-sequenced, in research, to perform a set of field actions on a free report and then report to a printer's station, of any type, under American provisional codes of law, not title, however Italian Papist Catholic, a Laety's rank called an "Archangel", a "Morningstar"; the Turkish code of the spy jannissary, a playwright spy.

I've written for Batman, I've been modeled as 007, I've inspired Brian Herbert's House Corrino and Butlerian Jihad trilogy, I've been given the mission as "Neo" in The Matrix, and I've been featured as several Hasbro toys (Megatron, Gen1, Beast Wars, Hannibal: Reborn, COBRA, GI Joe Comics, among others).

I used Brookline Theater, in Boston's Metrowest, as my field set, after 9/11 and the World Trade Center attacks, the "fiasco" as I termed it in my paper after the attacks, for junior year English, having witnessed them live on television. "Confessions of a Dangerous Mind", the act film, "Adaptation", the technique writ, and "Fidel", the cover alias. See those movies, they're fun.

Personal Log:

I've been Irish Catholic, an O'Neill Druid (Solomon's line, cousins with Radu, U'Niall, Baldwin IV, The Witch of Endor, Prince Consort Philip, and the King of Jordan), my entire life.

When my mother mistook me as gay, for being initiated as a Rabbi (a ritual stolen from the Druids, to make us murderers of pedophiles, the homosexuals), and masturbating to pornography of black women receiving rim jobs from white men with Jewish perms (an old shot of Michelle Obama, her stewardess days for the CIA's sorority union she was in), she killed herself.

After the War on Terror began, I happened to read Herman Wouks "The Hope", about likening the Israeli military and struggles, to National Socialist Germany, however smaller and harder hitting, like a spear, an elite unit. Disillusioned after they thought I was gay and sided with Iran, the Leibman Program an Iranian spy program claiming Israel, I supported corporate America's takeover of the Ku Klux Klan (Jewish unions), Scottish Clans (British unions), Posse (Slavic unions), Panthers (criminal unions), and Nazis (labor unions), to remove Iran from politics, and support Barack Hussein Obama for President, was a bass line chop given to Ryan Lewis in Van Meter, my Air Force ROTC dormitory for airbase deployment training as officer's staff. The cadence appeared in "Thrift Shop", by Mackelmore and Ryan Lewis, forcing corporate America and MTV, on Barack Obama, ending the Jannissary (the homosexual) and the Rabbi (the fraudster), as a tradition, in America.

I have a long record of Warren Foundation narcotics cocktails, from our friend Elizabeth Warren, our state legislator behind vice and prostitution, and psychiatric medicines and paperwork movements against corrupt cops serving Lutheran and Anglican orders. Rumors remain of me being "French", for being Palestinian Arab (Charlebois, the Italian-Arab term for "bad luck", a disgratzia, a Canadian cop family) and "Frog" for being Danish-Druid (Paradis, the Boston Irish term for "Chinese crow", a moltisani, a royal family in hiding in Boston).

After the contract heist of DC Comics brands, FBI forensics, by the Israeli Defense Forces, however with the help of the Congressional Budget Office, through UMass-Amherst AFROTC and the police undercover unit (Mental Health Services), Israel has been destroyed, and Trump has bombed Iran, through a mathematical integer false positive in the "Gotham" television show, the takeover of the Boston Police Department by New York Fire Department SWAT, abolition of slavery and removal of contract fraud debt, through the IRS, through SWAT scion, David Masouz, fully trained at multiple Sandhurst military and martial arts, Boston's new protector.

I'm happy to have provided work for Gears of War, Grand Theft Auto 6, Cyberpunk 2077, Arkham Asylum, Epic Rap Battles of History, Assassin's Creed, Super Mario Odyssey, Left 4 Dead, and Dead by Daylight, all stories of the original Mossad, the one we had in the 19th century, the fight between the Haganah, the Jewish MI-6, that you know as Marvel, and the Sicilian Mafia, the Roman Lodge, that you know as the Skull and Bones.

I'm a Skull, 1/16th Iroquois.

[shriyapandya24]

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[warningsine]

https://www.ottawareviewofbooks.com/single-post/2015/10/31/palestine-by-hubert-haddad

Reviewed by Timothy Niedermann

Any author writing fiction about Palestine for a Western audience has two problems. The first is Westerners’ overall unfamiliarity with the Middle East, its long, varied history, and its very diverse cultures, and our attendant assumption of the superiority of Western institutions and practices. The second problem is the polarized, propagandistic nature of the current information that Westerners receive from both sides with regard to Palestine and the ongoing Israeli-Palestinian conflict.

Recently released in English by Guernica Editions, French author Hubert Haddad’s prize-winning 2007 novel Palestine is a brave attempt to get past the political noise and cultural baggage to tell a story of human beings caught in the remorseless conflict between Palestinians and Israelis.

In the southern West Bank, an Israeli soldier, Cham, is wounded in an ambush. Briefly captured by a small group of terrorists, he is soon abandoned by his captors near Hebron. Dressed in Arab clothing, with no memory of who he is, Cham wanders until an Arab scrap dealer finds him and delivers him to the home of Asmahane, a blind woman, and her anorexic daughter, Falastin. As they nurse Cham back to health, they notice his resemblance to Falastin’s brother, Nessim, a university student who is missing and presumed dead. Years before, Falastin’s father was killed by the Israelis. Falastin, then eleven, was with him at the time and is still haunted by memories of that day. She is now part of an underground resistance movement.

After he has recovered, Cham moves through the checkpoints and back alleys of Hebron, learning the other side of the Israeli-Palestinian relationship, as he is beaten and nearly imprisoned, witnessing harassment, raids by the Israeli army, and the razing of Asmahane’s house with her inside. Cham and Falastin fall in love, but her course is set, and she disappears on an undisclosed mission of her own choosing. Alone, Cham joins a terrorist group and infiltrates back into Israel wearing a vest laden with explosives.

Haddad’s main point seems fairly clear: take an Israeli, subject him to the same treatment that Israel metes out to Palestinians and that Israeli will likely become a terrorist, too.

He inserts a good deal of factual information into the text, mostly through dialogue, which is clearly meant to give the reader some background into the history and events that shape the daily lives of Palestinians. The descriptions of the relentless cycle of violence in both its deliberate and capricious forms are viscerally disturbing.

But Haddad also adds literary touches. “Falastin” is Arabic for “Palestine,” and, indeed, the beautiful, thin girl represents the land of Palestine, a place of marvels starved by circumstance. The language is often poetic, giving resonance to the unique and delicate beauty of the West Bank as well as the profound suffering of its people.

But some of this works, and some of it doesn’t. The translation seems true to the French, but Haddad’s poetic images often contain odd or incomplete references. And he seems to prefer using pithy adjectives and adverbs instead of fuller elaboration. An Israeli soldier is described as an “abusive occupier, trapped in resentment”—whose resentment it is, and of what is not clear. Falastin “took in the landscape like a bird with jealous wings.” A breath is “fatal.” Phrases like these are evocative, but at the same time a bit vague.

The plot is thin and moves rather fast. The main purpose of Falastin and Cham’s moving in and around Hebron seems to be to allow the author to describe the checkpoints and abuses by Israeli authorities, but there is little else to create drama or suspense to give credence to the radicalization of Cham.

The characters present another problem. The few Israeli characters mostly are caricatures, either bigoted or lustful. Several minor characters are used as polemical vehicles, and thus come off as overly preachy. This gets tiring. And unfortunately, with the exception of Asmahane, who comes across vividly, the main characters seem distant. We get almost nothing of what is going on in Cham’s head as he fills the blank spaces of his memory with images and emotions from life in his new identity. As an amnesiac, he must be in a constant state of bombardment with what he is experiencing, trying desperately to establish reference points to help him understand what is going on around him. His state of mind is declared, but not developed or illustrated.

It’s similar with Falastin. The haunting memories of her father’s death come across in all their horror, but her current state of mind is presented to us as a given. We never get an intimate sense of her inner person—her doubts, her worries, her conflicts. Her falling in love with Cham comes out of the blue and seems inconsistent with her otherwise detached, driven personality.

Here and there, this is a powerful book, but its defects accumulate to leave the reader unsatisfied and unconvinced.

[lastchancevillagegreen]

Monday, 11 September 2023:

Driving and Dreaming Marshall Crenshaw (Addie-Ville) (released in 2013)

The third EP of six. This was the first one not in shrink wrap, but it is still in great shape. Equally impressive is that all four EPs I received today were all encased in EP sized plastic! This dealer, EXGD from NYC, even mailed the EPs in an actual EP mailer which I've never encountered! He even wrapped it in plastic and had his logo emblazoned on it!

Below are the labels from both sides. The B-Side this time comes from the Bobby Fuller Four. Crenshaw has covered them vbefore when he closed out 1989's Good Evening with the classic song Let Her Dance.

The dealer was excellent and I failed to thank him for the NYC postcard he included. You can see both sides below. I love reminders that I live in a desolate town and that NYC exists in more than just my imagination!

In my next life, I'm moving to NYC when I'm 18 and working on Broadway. Hell, I'm already there on an alternate Earth, so what the hell, I'm halfway there.

[gothimp]

roots, bling, change for zee trio ( dealers choice )

TY!!! 🩵🩵

OC character design asks

roots: Is your OC's look inspired by any specific style of clothing or fashion trend? What are the roots and/or inspiration for their look?

Lor: I actually base him a lot on like, classic hollywood. Paul Newman, Desi Arnaz, James Dean, etc. He doesn’t wear much in the way of formal clothes but when I describe what he’s wearing I try to make it seem timeless, when I can. Simple pieces that are just tailored to fit well, solid colors, little to no patterns, very few statement pieces.

bling: What jewelry does your OC wear? Does it have any meaning?

Molly: Lorcan and Felix got her a bracelet when they traveled together and the two of them would go back and forth buying her charms for it from places they traveled and jobs they did. She also wears a bright blue crystal belly button piercing. She likes rings and necklaces some, but only for going out, and no earrings. Her belly button is the only piercing she has.

change: Has your OC ever drastically changed their appearance? Significant haircuts, big tattoos, complete wardrobe swap, etc? Why? How do they feel about the change?

Felix changed a lot about himself after he turned. His hair became thicker and fuller so he cut it shorter, and also grew facial hair out. He’s also taken on different identities before for jobs so he has had a few different wardrobes, the only big constant being his boots. (He used to be incredibly tall, but as time passed and people grew taller, his height wasn’t as abnormal, so he got higher boots 🤭)