#rip june 1994

[flowersofnaivete]

[thislovintime]

During the filming of 33 ⅓ Revolutions Per Monkee, November 1968.

Peter leaving The Monkees, post 3 of 3.

“I just basically think that I wasn’t feeling a part of it anymore already by that point, I’d already felt like I was odd man out, and of course I quit almost immediately thereafter.” - Peter Tork, Headquarters radio, 1989

“I’d always had deep doubts, ever since the session for ‘Last Train To Clarksville.’ I walked in there with my guitar and Tommy Boyce and Bobby Hart looked at me with derision and scorn, like, ‘Guitar in your hand, you fool!’ That was the end of it for me. Right there I was done with The Monkees in large measure. I struggled against it with some success at one point. But after Headquarters nobody wanted to be a recording group anymore. I did what I could, but I didn’t feel like there was any reason for me to be there anymore. I wanted to be in a rock group.” - Peter Tork, Head 1994 liner notes

“While we were making the TV Special, knowing I was not going to be there any longer, I just thought to myself — I don’t have to worry about this thing — and I just let everything slide off my back.” - Peter Tork, NME, January 25, 1969

“We never thought of replacing him — there’s only one Peter Tork in the world.” - Michael Nesmith, Melody Maker, March 1, 1969

Q: “So, when you left, did you want to be known as the former Monkee or did you want to erase that part of your past —” Peter Tork: “I tried to erase it.” Q: “— and start anew.” PT: “I tried to erase it completely.” Q: “How do you do that?” PT: “Well, you just don’t do anything connected with it, just absolutely refuse to have anything to do with it.” - NPR, June 1983 (x)

“Headquarters was by far the best album in the sense that it was us. It was honest, it was pure, and we had a great time. Peter says that the reason he quit was because after we did this album, we decided we weren’t going to be a group anymore. It broke his heart, because Headquarters was the whole reason why he’d become one of The Monkees.” - Micky Dolenz, Headquarters 1995 liner notes

“[Micky] did a great job [drumming] on Headquarters. [But] he wasn’t going to do it again, and there was nothing you could do [to change his mind]. We had to go back in the studio. He said, ‘Peter, you can’t go back.’ Eddie Hoh did the drumming [on Pisces, Aquarius, Capricorn & Jones Ltd., save for ‘Cuddly Toy’]. Chip [Douglas] got him ‘cause he could read [music]. The result is that you get directed stuff, there’s no group interaction, which is why I wanted the group to be on the album in the first place. You listen to Beatle albums and one of the things that makes them great is that they have found ways to use who they have to get what they want without asking anyone to do what they couldn’t do. That’s what makes group music happen. That’s all I ever hoped for, and I had it for like a minute on Headquarters.” - Peter Tork, Pisces, Aquarius, Capricorn and Jones Ltd. 2007 liner notes

“[Peter] admits he harbored a lot of bitterness for many years. The main bone of contention was the TV show’s producers insistence that the band members not play their own instruments. [...] ‘I was devastated at first. I originally approached The Monkees in terms of my own desire to be part of a genuine pop-rock music group. I felt like it was a professional slight to me. Like I was being excluded.’” - The Bellingham Herald, August 5, 1996

“Peter wasn’t satisfied musically [with The Monkees]. He’d been led to believe he could express himself musically. He was frustrated.” - Davy Jones, News-Press, May 14, 1977

“‘I was mostly interested in the Monkees as a musical entity,’ Thorkelson commented. ‘We didn’t fully realize that potential, and I felt ripped off.’” - The Bowling Green News Revue, May 24, 1979 (x)

“We’re all sorry to lose Peter but it was all very friendly and I personally can understand what is going through his mind, He’s a clever guy, you know, and he gets kinda restless sometimes. You should see the books he plows through… real deep stuff with words about a mile long.” - Davy Jones, Monkees Monthly, February 1969

“Peter and I were the bulk of the playing ability because we were musicians. But when Peter left it rather unnerved Davy and [Micky] — and I changed my mind [about quitting]. After all, the personal appearances were pretty well satisfying, the music was fun, and the whole thing was fairly lucrative. And Davy and [Micky] left alone would have been in real trouble.” - Michael Nesmith, Disc & Music Echo, September 19, 1970

“If the truth be known, the day Peter quit was probably the happiest day of Mike’s life. They’d never really gotten along, right from day one. Mike had always perceived of Peter as untenable, and they’d always been adversarial, if not outright combative. Finally he was out of the way. Now Mike could get on with doing what he had always wanted to do, make the Monkees his group. And I was happy to go along. I respected Mike and his music and was quite prepared to go along for the ride. [...] I saw Peter’s abdication as a minor setback at most. Basically, I think the three of us really thought that would be able to go on, just as we had before, and nobody would even notice there were only three people on stage instead of four — after all Peter didn’t sing on many of the songs anyway. How naive. […] I suppose it depends on whom you talk to, but as far as I’m concerned, the day Peter quit was the day the music died (apologies to Don McLean).” - Micky Dolenz, I’m A Believer: My Life of Monkees, Music, And Madness (1993)

[drrutherford]

❖ Timeline ❖

April 16th 1984 — Born to Natan & Mikaela Weiss, of Israeli and Irish origin, respectively. Both parents are doctors, living in Yeovil (Somerset) UK, and raise their son with warmth and stability in a happy home.

1990 — Parents die in a car crash when he’s 6 years old. Grief-stricken and unable to cope, his aunt abandons him in a London orphanage where he meets wee lil Damon (@damon-rutherford​), who’s only 4. Takes him under his wing, and a few months later they get adopted by Andrew and Cerys Rutherford. 

 1994 — Cerys falls ill and dies, the boys ( aged 10 & 8) are broken-hearted. Lara (@lararutherford​), who’d been adopted before that, is still too baby to remember much of it. Andrew uproots the family (+ Adriana @amaroadriana who’s basically a foster sister at this point + her mother, who continues on as the family’s nanny) to Porto Velho in America. Connie (@constance-rutherford) enters the picture shortly (contentiously so) thereafter, and Yvonne (@yvonne-rutherford) is born. 

 1997/8 — Aged 13/14, discovers the truth about Andrew’s line of work. Fractures his relationship with his father and Johnathan (@johnathan-parsons​), who was something of an uncle figure to him. Partially motivated by this event, partially by his dislike of PV, he sets his sights on Med School in Oxford, to get as far away from his father, and follow in the footsteps of his biological parents before him. 

2002 — Graduates highschool at 18, accepted into Oxford University’s School of Medicine, moves back to England. 

2002-2008 — Med school days, these years give rise to Team Posh, giving rise to his long-standing friendships with people like Spencer @spencerberkeley​, Harrison (☠️), and Cassandra @cassandra-acton​​, among others. Also meets his first steady girlfriend, before moving on to Diana (@diana-sehgal), and then Mila (@milaxkorshunova) during these years no more dates bc fuck that i’m confused.

2009 — Some time after graduating med school, he (aged 25) heads to the US to start his long-ass surgical residency. This is followed by an amicable, mutual decision to split with then-girlfriend, Mila, due to the pressures of being long-distance, and some meddling by her v. Russian father.

2011 — On one of many sporadic visits back to the UK, Damon introduces him to publicly adored British actress Katherine Mayfair, and a whirlwind romance ensues, devotedly followed by the press.

2014 — Marries Katherine (aged 30), partway through residency, prompting a transfer back to England to complete his surgical training in London. Despite indulging a hidden drug habit, Katherine promises to stay clean.

2017 — After three years’ worth of a struggling marriage and multiple lies, the dam finally breaks when he finds out that Katherine’s still using drugs while pregnant with their child. This is the same year as he completes his surgical residency and becomes a fully licensed neurosurgeon/consultant (aged 33).

2018 — As soon as his son is born (June 6), Gideon (aged 34) files for divorce. Katherine punishes him in the worst way possible for this decision, and paints him as a cheating scumbag to the media to cover up her own infidelities and continued drug use. This poisons the public’s opinion against him and a bitter custody battle ensues. Easily the worst year of his life, the results of which have lingered through the ensuing years.

Some time in between idk bear w me ok — Befriends his apartment neighbour, Elene Dadiani. The lines blur between friendship and something more, but before it can flourish she’s gunned down outside the apartment one horrible night. The event scars him and puts him off the prospect of romance for a few more years. Also there are many attacks on his family in between and mob life is pervasive as shit and the Ruthas are constant drama rip, but y’all know this already

2024 (Present day) — Gid is 39 going on 40, and still goin’ thru it. Felix is 5 going on 6, and goin’ thru it somewhat less. He is currently in a bid to launch another appeal against his ex for full custody of their child.

[notsoprettynow]

RIP [June 1994]

[darkfictionjude]

I thought you & some of the readers might find this interesting, things that happened in 1994 (according to Wikipedia):

February 12: Edvard Munch's painting The Scream is stolen in Oslo

March 12: A photo by Marmaduke Wetherell, previously touted as "proof" of the Loch Ness Monster, is confirmed to be a hoax

April 5: Kurt Cobain, the lead singer of Nirvana, commits suicide at age 27 at his home in Seattle. His body was found three days later.

April 27: South Africa holds its first fully multiracial elections, marking the final end of the last vestiges of apartheid. Nelson Mandela wins the elections and is sworn in as the first democratically elected president the following month.

May 10: Nelson Mandela is inaugurated as South Africa's first black president.

May 10: A solar eclipse occurs in The United States.

May 18: The Flavr Savr, a genetically modified tomato, is deemed safe for consumption by the FDA, becoming the first commercially grown genetically engineered food to be granted a license for human consumption.

June 12: Nicole Brown Simpson and Ronald Lyle Goldman are murdered outside the Simpson home in Los Angeles. O. J. Simpson is later acquitted of the killings, but is held liable in a civil suit.

June 15: The Lion King, the highest-grossing hand-drawn animated film of all time, is released by Walt Disney Feature Animation.

June 17: NFL star O. J. Simpson and his friend Al Cowlings flee from police in a white Ford Bronco. The low-speed chase ends at Simpson's Brentwood, Los Angeles mansion, where he surrenders.

June 17: The 1994 FIFA World Cup starts in the United States.

July 12: The Allied occupation of Berlin ends with a casing of the colors ceremony attended by U.S. President Bill Clinton.

August 12: Woodstock '94 begins in Saugerties, New York. It is the 25-year anniversary of Woodstock in 1969.

August 12: All Major League Baseball players go on strike, beginning the longest work stoppage in the sport's history.

September 13: President Bill Clinton signs the Federal Assault Weapons Ban, which bans the manufacture of new firearms with certain features for a period of 10 years.

September 14: The 1994 World Series is officially cancelled due to the ongoing work stoppage. It is the first time a World Series will not be played since 1904.

September 17: Heather Whitestone is crowned the first deaf Miss America; she is crowned Miss America 1995.

September 19: Andrew Wiles proves Fermat's Last Theorem, solving the 357-year-old mathematical theorem first proposed by Pierre de Fermat in 1637. He would publish it in 1995.

October 1: The World Wide Web Consortium is founded by Tim Berners-Lee, becoming the main international standards organization for the World Wide Web.

November 5: George Foreman wins the WBA and IBF World Heavyweight Championships by KO'ing Michael Moorer becoming the oldest heavyweight champion in history.

December 3: Sony releases the PlayStation video game system in Japan.

And that is why it’s such an interesting year to set the story in. So much happens in all areas of the world. I knew some of these but it’s nice to know how much the world began to change here. And yes I will pat myself on the back for picking 1994 as the set year for the story 🥳

Thank you nonnie this was very cool 💜 (rip to Kurt — I should add more nirvana to the game playlist).

[myxsweetxeverything]

Finally, The Lights In The Sky has been updated. Enjoy!

June 4th, 1994

3:12 PM

Lavender Creek Middle School

Lavender Creek, OR

The last bell of the year had rung out minutes before, and a swarm of students exiting the school followed. It was early June, and the endless blue sky and bright afternoon sun were already turning up the heat. Young teens gathered onto the buses, rode off on bikes, or set out on foot towards their first adventure of the next three months. The fresh scent of cut grass drifted through the air, while birds watched and sang. It was a picture-perfect view, a slice of youthful Americana.

The thirteen-year-old boy sitting in the detention hall stared out the window. His green eyes shifted upwards towards the clock turning on the wall in front of him. Aside from the teacher sitting at the desk, he was alone in the room.

Trent sighed to himself, softly enough that the teacher couldn't hear him. Of course he got himself into detention on the last day of school. Of course he was the only one to get detention on the last day of school. The principal had told him that he should be thankful that was all he got. On any other day, a fight with other students would have earned him at least a suspension.

That wasn't much of a comfort, considering Trent was the only one to get punished. Not the ones that were causing the problem in the first place though. The boys that had been bullying Trent and his friends for a year were jocks - and not run-of-the-mill jocks either. They were football stars in the making if one believed the coach. And football stars didn't get in trouble for beating the crap out of a kid smaller and weaker than them.

But Trent, who was not a jock, let alone a popular jock? He was the one stuck with a black eye, bruises, and scratches all over his skin, and detention was the icing on the cake. It was a wonder his friends - who had tried to break up the fight - weren't given detention as well.

Whose idea was it to have detention on the last day of school? It made no sense to him, unless needless cruelty was the point. It was embarrassing enough that the principal had to call his grandmother to let her know he would be home late. Now he was stuck at school for longer than anyone should ever be. All while the assholes who started it all were walking free and enjoying the start of their vacation.

He fingered the pages of his book. It was nothing special, a blatant Star Wars rip-off whose title wasn’t worth remembering. It was something he had failed time and time again to finish because of how boring it was, but he had nothing else to read. When he arrived in detention, with the teacher’s gaze icy cold as he took his seat, he tried reading the first page. Then he tried reading the first page again. And again. Trent had to stop himself from falling asleep. At this point, he would have been glad for homework. At least it would be something for his brain to do.

The bald teacher looked up to stare daggers at Trent, then went back to his newspaper. Mr. Roberts was both the P.E. teacher and the coach of the football team. For reasons they had yet to figure out, he had taken an instant dislike to Trent and his friends from the start of sixth grade. He made sure that they knew it too, singling them out for criticism during activities among the other students. Needless to say, the fight at lunch hadn't exactly put Trent in his good graces either.

Mr. Roberts turned a page in his newspaper, his breathing thunderous in the otherwise silent detention hall. No one liked going to detention as it was, but the detention hall made the experience even more unpleasant. It somehow managed to feel both sterile and dingy, with a sense of grime that no one could clean off. The chairs, which wobbled no matter what, were likely the same chairs Trent's parents used when they were his age. Each desk always had dried out, chewed up gum underneath that went back decades.

Trent bit the inside of his cheek, hard enough to nearly draw blood. Why won't it just end already? What kind of asshole put someone in after school detention on the last day of school for defending himself?

The door opened behind him, breaking the silence. He jerked his head away from the book and watched as a  dark-haired girl awkwardly walked between the aisles of desks. She wore an immaculate white button up shirt, a denim overall skirt, and a pair of shiny black loafers so new they didn’t have a single crease yet.

"You're late," Mr. Roberts snarled. He lowered the newspaper to watch her as she took a seat behind Trent, then went back to reading in silence.

She didn't apologize for her lateness, only brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes.

Trent knew her. Well, he knew of her. She was one of the 'popular girls' that sat together during lunch and pep rallies to gossip and read fashion magazines. He never talked to those girls, no one in his group did. They were so different that they might as well have come from different planets.

He knew of her from outside of school, though he wouldn't say it. When Trent was in fifth grade, a family from California had moved into the house next to his grandparents. They decided to do the polite thing and give them a warm welcome to the neighborhood. Trent of course wanted to stay home and watch The Six Million Dollar Man marathon on TV, but he was powerless to stop them from dragging him over. The couple, the Maandigs, had invited them into their house full of boxes and furniture covered in plastic. His eyes kept glazing over the boxes, looking for something interesting - which there wasn't. He was about to fall asleep from his grandparents asking endless questions about living in California.

Loud, excited footsteps from the floor above him caught his attention. It was then that she had asked, in that girly high-pitched voice, "Mom, have you seen my pink sundress? It's not in any of my boxes." She ran down the stairs, somehow not tripping over herself, and tugged at her mother's sleeve. When she saw Trent standing on the porch with his grandparents, she froze.

Her eyes were wide and shy at the same time. "H-hi," She stammered.

Trent stared at her, squinting. What a weird girl…"Um, hi."

They hadn't spoken to each other since that day. But he had noticed her, here and there. Saw her in the rare classes they had together. They never spoke, never interacted. But every time he saw her, he couldn't help but…

He took a single glance back at her, hoping she wouldn't notice. She was staring at the wall in boredom, but when she caught him looking at her, she smiled.

…why was his face feeling warm?

Trent quickly tried to go back to his book, completely in vain. The stupid book was unreadable - how the hell did it even get published? What a waste of trees and ink.

The phone on Mr. Roberts' desk rang, and he picked it up. "Yeah?" There was a pause. Then a deep grimace on his face. "Alright, I'll be right there." He hung up the phone and gave both students a judgmental eye. "You two stay put. I was just told some brats are vandalizing my car. When I get my hands on them…"

Getting out of his chair, Mr. Roberts dug out his keys from his pants pocket and pointed his finger at Trent and the girl. "If I find out either of you left while I was gone, there will be hell to pay."

Neither spoke up. When Mr. Roberts left, slamming the door behind him, Trent once again tried to get back to his book. He flipped through the pages - there had to be something more interesting in the middle. Anything more interesting than the first page.

"Psst."

Something was poking him in the shoulder. He turned around in his seat and came face to face with Mariqueen Maandig.

She was smiling, her mouth covered in a rosy gloss. "What are you in for?"

A weird feeling came over him. Was she bored like him? Bored enough to talk to a kid that she wouldn't give the time of day to under normal circumstances?

She really was weird.

He shrugged. "Got in a fight with some assholes during lunch. What did you do?"

She shrugged back, a more sheepish look on her face. "I did something, really, really stupid."

"Can't be that stupid."

"You know that shed on the far side of the football field? I was smoking behind it."

Before Trent could think, he blurted out, "You're right, that is pretty stupid." A chill ran up his spine - who says that to a girl? Did he want her to think was some kind of jerk?

But Mariqueen didn't seem mad at him for that. She stared at him, then burst out laughing, before abruptly going sour. "My friends were supposed to meet me during lunch. But they were taking forever, and I kinda got bored waiting...Then Mrs. Bradshaw caught me." She threw her hands up. "I guess it's whatever, you know?"

"I guess. Still kinda sucks though."

“You ever smoked before?” She asked.

There was a pause. Yes, Trent had smoked pot. He had gone to visit his dad in Portland a few weeks ago for a late birthday visit, and he had a very ‘special’ present to give Trent. Trent however very quickly realized that him and pot weren’t going to work out, and woke up the next day with a pounding headache. His dad told him he’d get around to it one of these days - Trent didn’t believe him.

But it wasn’t like Mariqueen had to know that part, right?

“Yeah…yeah, I totally smoke.” He quickly added, “Like...a lot.”

She stared at him, clearly unconvinced. Before he could continue his - not very good - lie, Trent winced in pain. He brushed his fingertips against his still-fresh black eye.

Mariqueen narrowed her eyes to his injuries. "Did you get beaten up by the football team or something?"

"Half the team, yeah." When her eyes widened, he said, "I mean, you should see the other guys."

Poundpoundpound.

The noise drew Trent away from her, towards the line of windows on the far side of the room. He grinned - on the other side of the glass was Robin, waving his hand at Trent. Before Mariqueen could ask who that was, Trent sprinted out of his desk and lifted the window open.

Robin poked his head in. "The coast is clear. Let's get out of here before he gets bad." His eyes fell on Mariqueen, still at her desk. "What's she doing here?"

"What does it matter to you?" Trent muttered under his breath. "Wait, you guys vandalized the car? What the hell did you do?"

"I'll tell you later," Robin hastily said, motioning Trent towards him. "Come on, we don't have much time."

Trent returned to his desk and grabbed his backpack, but not the book (that could go into the garbage for all he cared). As he slung the bag over his shoulder, he looked at Mariqueen, sitting by herself. "Hey."

Her eyes lit up. "Yeah?"

"Wanna come with us?"

She bolted up from the desk with dizzying speed, backpack already on. Trent followed her closely behind. Robin slid the window higher for them, motioning for them again.

"Hurry."

Mariqueen went through, legs first. The ground was mere feet down from the window, allowing her to safely land on the green grass beneath her. When it was Trent's turn, he bent his torso into the windowsill.

As he was about to dive onto the grass, something caught hold of his shirt.

Mr. Roberts exhaled sharply behind him. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Shi-" In an instant, Trent was pulled back into the classroom by a great force. Soon he found himself face to scowling face with Mr. Roberts.

Trent's blood went cold. The grip around his shirt tightened.

Mr. Roberts exhaled hard. "I told you not to leave." His eyes glanced back at the windowsill, where he could still spot Robin and Mariqueen. He pointed at them with his other hand. "Don't think you two are getting out of here unscathed!"

Trent could do nothing but stare at Mr. Roberts' hand. His muscles froze even as Mr. Roberts dragged him towards the door.

"Alright you brat, you're not leaving my si-"

He pulled his hand away.

No.

Something pulled his hand away.

"What the hell?" His palm was open wide, his fingers spread to an uncomfortable degree. An invisible force seemed to keep the hand suspended in the air. Mr. Roberts tugged at it to get it to move - to no avail. Trent, his face paling, forced himself out of his stupor and ran straight for the window. Robin held his arms out for him, grabbing Trent the moment his torso was through the frame.

"Let's get the fuck out of here," Trent said when he hit the grass. "Now."

The three of them didn't look back as they ran. There was no time to mutter a single word, too busy getting out of range of a very, very pissed off teacher. There was no time for Trent to tell them what happened in the classroom. There was no time for him to even think about what had happened.

He gritted his teeth. It wasn't helping that there was an ache building in his forehead completely out of nowhere.

–

3:32 PM

Willowshade Park

Lavender Creek, OR

"You think Robin got him out?"

Richard threw the baseball back at Danny. At the bench, Tori sat with her chin propping up her knee, while her other hand tapped against her thigh. They were the only ones in the playground over eleven but under twenty-five. The rest of the playground was full of little kids on the slides, swings, and the jungle gym; their parents watched half-heartedly. Being a bunch of middle schoolers, the three of them stuck out like sore thumbs. Yet it was the first place they spotted that they could hide in, something loud and full of people. Exactly what they needed in a time like this.

They ran off school property as quickly as they could. Mr. Roberts had only caught a glimpse of them as they made their getaway, but it was enough. Without warning, he ran after them.

They threw the spray cans into a nearby dumpster and hoped that no one saw that Richard had his shoes covered in paint. They shoved themselves into the jungle gym, among the screaming children, and waited for Mr. Roberts to do his search and leave.

Luckily for them, they didn't have to wait very long. For all his demands of "Don't be a loser" in his class, he gave up without putting much effort into his search.

After that, there wasn't much more they could do. They still needed to wait for Robin and Trent, assuming they had escaped. Richard and Danny started playing catch with a discarded baseball. Tori's face twisted in worry.

"They're gonna be fine," Richard replied to her finally. "You worry about Trent too much, you know that?"

"I can't help it! He's so..." She snapped her fingers. "What's the word...?"

Danny piped up with, "Pathetic?" He threw the ball back at Richard.

"No."

"A dumbass?" The ball fumbled in Danny's grasp - Richard always had a poor throwing arm.

"True, but that wasn't what I was thinking of."

The ball was back in Richard's hand. "You never worry when me or Robin or Danny get in trouble." He reeled his arm in, gripping the ball. “I mean I worry about him too - a lot - but you worry even more than that.” With a swift swing, he threw the ball back in Danny's direction…

Hitting him square in the forehead.

"Motherfu-" Danny pressed both hands to his forehead and hissed. "You hit me!"

"Yeah, and?"

"It fucking hurts!"

"Aw, don't be a baby. It barely got you!”

"Fuck you!"

Still sitting on the bench, Tori rolled her eyes. "But you guys are guys. Trent's different."

Conveniently forgetting about his pain, Danny gave her a dumb, toothy smile. "Why? Because you wanna kiss him?" He teased.

Tori sneered. "Shut up, Danny."

"What are you arguing about now?" An exhausted-sounding voice exclaimed in the distance.

The three of them looked up, and their collective faces broke out into smiles. Walking towards them with the sun beaming down, an exhausted Robin dragged a moody Trent over. A third, unexpected figure followed closely behind them.

Tori shot up from the bench. "Finally, I thought you'd never make it!"

“He was this close to killing us,” Said Robin. He nudged Trent’s arm. “Trent barely managed to escape. somehow”

There was a glassy, lost look in Trent’s eyes for a second, before he blinked and shook his head. “Y- yeah. I did.”

“Thank God…at least our efforts didn’t go to waste,” Tori exhaled in relief. "So did you see what we did to Mr. Roberts' car? I wrote 'eat shit, fuckhead'."

"I was kinda too busy running away."

Danny threw his hands in the air. "Aw man, you should have seen it! I drew a huge dick on the windshield. Rich drew the balls."

“Big, hairy ones too,” Richard said with a satisfied laugh. “Let’s get outta here.I’m getting bored playing catch with Danny.”

Trent nodded. “Yeah. Hey, Mariqueen,” He turned around to face her, “Wanna come with us?”

Mariqueen looked nervously at him. “Um…”

“Mariqueen, there you are!”

A trio of girls, each more perfectly dressed than the last, approached them from behind Mariqueen. Trent didn’t know their names, but like Mariqueen he knew of them. The popular girls that she was always hanging around with. One of them, clad in a plaid skirt, grabbed Mariqueen’s hand.

Mariqueen pursed her lips. “Sorry. I have to go.”

“That’s fine.”

The girl in plaid tugged at Mariqueen’s hand. “Come on, Q! Lori’s stepmom is taking us shopping.”

“Just a sec!” Said Mariqueen, barely hiding her annoyance. She turned her attention back to him. “Um…I just wanna say-”

“Come on, you can talk with the loser later!”

With shocking strength, the girl yanked Mariqueen away from Trent and his friends. Together, the four of them rushed off the playground to places unseen. Trent found himself watching them - or really, watching her. With her dark hair and nice clothes and smile and-

Tori whispered into his ear, “You’re blushing.”

Trent felt like someone poured ice down his shirt. “Shut up, Myra! I’m not!”

The playful look on Tori’s face became glare. “Don’t you dare call me that, Michael.”

“Oh my god, he is blushing!” Richard ran over to him, grinning. “You look like an idiot.”

Trent’s face went redder. “Shut up!”

“Did you kiss her?” Danny crept up from behind, making kissing noises at Trent.

“I said shut uUUUUUUP!” Trent yelled just as Robin - who was already one of the tallest students in school - picked him up by the waist.

Robin laughed. “Come on, did you or didn’t you?”

“Put me down!” Trent screamed at the top of his lungs. “I swear I’ll kick your ass!”

“If you insist.”

With an audible thud, Trent fell to the ground. “Ow…”

“Hey man,” Robin said with a shrug. “You said you wanted down.”

“Whatever…” Pulling himself up, Trent shook his head. “What do you guys wanna do?”

“Don’t know,” Said Richard. “...You wanna go get ice cream?”

The other four nodded nonchalantly, and within minutes they had left the playground completely.

Going out for ice cream was far from the epic start to summer vacation that every child wished for - unless you're under twelve. Considering that Trent had been unfairly thrown into detention before that, it wasn’t even a good start to vacation. But it was a start, and they all had three whole months to make it the best vacation they possibly could make.

Couldn’t be that hard, right?

–

4:02 PM

1146 Douglas Avenue

Lavender Creek, OR

"I want to use the computer."

"The level is almost over. I need more time."

"You can save and play later."

"It won't take me long to beat it."

"You're lying."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are!"

"No I'm not!"

"What on Earth are you boys arguing about down here?"

The two of them - Atticus sitting at the desk, Leopold standing cross armed in impatience - turned to face their mother. As she walked down the carpeted basement stairs, her eyes - still heavy from a lack of sleep - went back and forth between the two. Atticus' face went sheepish.

Mrs. Ross slumped her shoulders and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Atticus, dear, let your brother play now."

He swallowed. "But I-"

"No 'buts,' dear."

Atticus frowned but still opened the game's menu. After saving and pressing the 'Quit' option, a message appeared on the screen: 'Go ahead and leave. See if I care.' He raised an eyebrow - was the game mocking him for quitting?

"Alright, I'm finished," He said, getting out of the chair.

Leopold at once took a seat and started looking through the list of games Uncle Marcus had installed on the computer. He settled on Gabriel Knight, which neither of them had tried yet.

"I hope that game isn't too violent," Said Mrs. Ross, weariness in her voice. "I don't much like you boys playing those games your uncle gave you. Especially that...Doom game you keep playing, Atticus."

Without another word, Atticus joined his mother in climbing up the stairs. Digitized music spilled out of the computer's speakers as they left the basement.

When they reached the top of the stairs and entered the living room, his mother looked at him with tired eyes. She hadn’t gotten any sleep since they arrived a few days ago. "Why don't you play upstairs with your sister? I'm sure she wants a playmate now that she's so far away from all her friends."

A shrill shout "I don't want to play with Atticus!" rang out from elsewhere in the house. "He never wants to play with my dolls!"

Atticus' frown deepened and he shrugged. "I think I'll go play outside, Mum. I don't mind being alone."

She nodded. "It is a lovely day, isn't it? But-" she added, "Don't wander off too far from the house. Oh, and Aunt Iris will be here in a few hours with Uncle Marcus for dinner."

"Yes, mum."

When he found himself on the back porch, Atticus stood still. His face went blank in the realization that he had no idea what he was going to do now. It left him with the one thing he could do: think about why he was in America in the first place. The thing was, he wasn’t sure of the reason why. He wasn’t sure his parents knew why they decided to move there.

It was all so sudden. More sudden than he would prefer. All he knew was that his Aunt Iris had married an American man. An American man who owned quite a bit of property in a state called Oregon. And he believed that he had the best house in mind for his new sister-in-law's family.

All Atticus wanted to know was why they decided to go ahead with such a big move. When he asked his parents, they would shrug and say they wanted a "why not have a change in scenery?" Not a very satisfying answer, but he didn't push the issue. Atticus wasn't one to argue with his parents unless he needed to, and he didn’t feel that need then. It wasn't that the move was a bug issue for him either. He had never been happy at his old school, and he didn't have much in the way of friendships to mourn. But…he still couldn't quite put his finger on how he felt about it all.

His eyes scanned the backyard. The lawn lay before him wide and green, and the scent of cut grass was still fresh in the air. The patio furniture set next to him was empty, as was the rest of the yard. He had only been outside for a minute and the heat was already getting to him. Yet there was almost nothing for him back inside, not when his brother still had the computer.

He sighed. It was going to be a long, dull summer.

[atotaltaitaitale]

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In search of the Paris Meridian with Arago

Bearing the name of the astronomer Arago and indicating the North and the South, these small pieces indicate the Meridian which crosses Paris.

The Paris Meridian is defined for the first time on June 21, 1667, the day of the summer solstice, and crosses France from Dunkirk to Perpignan. The location of the Paris Observatory (in the 14th arrondissement) will be defined on this date and in such a way that this imaginary line crosses it. It is from the Meridian of Paris that the metric system was created. The meter is the 1/10,000,000th part of half the meridian of Paris. The latter was then abandoned in favor of the Greenwich Meridian at the Washington International Conference in 1884.

Created by Dutch artist Jan Dibbets in 1994, these small bronze medallions were initially 135. Many have unfortunately been ripped out or covered in concrete.

Those Medallions are not to be confused with the kilometre Zero found in front of Notre Dame (impossible to photograph until the end of the construction -it’s currently behind the fence surrounding the Cathedral)

[flowersofnaivete]

[thislovintime]

The Monkees on the set of Head, 1968.

“The first day of shooting was scheduled for February 11, 1968 — but there was another snag before Rafelson could begin filming. ‘Mike was the shop steward of The Monkees during that whole period,’ explains Dolenz. ‘He introduced us to an agent called Jerry Perenchio, now one of the most successful men in the business. He said, ‘You guys are really getting ripped off.’ So he encouraged us to strike. Peter, unfortunately, didn’t agree. He was the scab, so to speak. That took the wind out of the sails of our opportunity.’ Tork: ‘I felt it was another power play by Mike. It was strange, because I was raised a labor progressive. If ever there was a guy who understood the dynamics of labor organizing, it was me. What Mike meant was, “Let me be the be boss.” The other three did stay out for the first say of shooting, and, basically Bert allowed a little trade-off and gave them a face-saving concession. But I got paid nothing for Head. I was given a piece of the action and it died.’” - Mojo, June 2002

“It’s not an abstract movie. It’s surreal, but it’s not abstract. It took me a while to recognize the difference. Certain scenes never fail to break me up with laughter to this day. But I wish we had been able to better capture on film what the writers had originally envisioned. The one thing we did not want was a 90-minute episode of the show. And I think we accomplished that.” - Peter Tork, leoweekly, June 8, 2016

Q: “The parts you played in the movie seemed to be based more on yourselves than the parts in the series?” Peter Tork: “Yeah, the movie was about who...who we were... [Peter pauses for a long time before continuing the sentence] ...I think as Bob Rafelson saw us, who the individuals were. The ways it was. I was spaced out with my newage philosophy, Davy is a little rough neck and Mike is a conniver, Micky, I don't know, but Micky's character hadn't formed at that point, he didn't know anything about him. But yeah, it was about who we were and not who the characters on the screen or TV-show were. The movie was about the Monkees-phenomenon and people and Hollywood and some of my complaints, the black box, we complained about what later became the black box a lot.” Q: “How much influence did the four of you have on the script?” PT: “On the movie? Oh, I think we had a lot. The producers and director were very pleased with us, we had a conference before we began work at the movie. The 7 of us [i.e. Peter Tork, Michael Nesmith, Micky Dolenz, Davy Jones, Bob Rafelson, Bert Schneider and Jack Nicholson] went to Ojai in California, a peaceful part of the world, and we sat in a motel and we talked about what we wanted and that what we all wanted was not to have another TV-episode. That was very important to all of us. And I don't think they hardened by that, because I think they wanted to make a good movie, I wish they could have made a movie that had had a commercial success, too, but they chose not to. I think that that was their choice, too, which I'm very disappointed about.” - interview by Lise Lygn Falkenberg, 1994

[boricuacherry-blog]

At circa 9:00am on June 16, 1994, the body of Kristen Pfaff was discovered by her friend Paul Erickson in the bathroom. Outside in a U-Haul were all of Pfaff's belongings as this was the day that she was to move to Minneapolis to be near old friends. She was tired of Courtney Love and wanted to leave the Seattle drug scene. Pfaff had completed drug rehab and wanted to start her life over. She had also reunited with her old band Janitor Joe.

The last person to see Pfaff alive was Eric Erlandson, who visited her cira 8pm the night before. Sometime later Pfaff drew herself a bath and allegedly shot up heroin.

When Pfaff's belongings were returned to Janet Pfaff, Kristen's mother, Janet discovered that some pages were ripped out of her diary. The pages that were ripped out and missing were for the week that Kurt Cobain went missing.

Pfaff's autopsy was performed by Dr. Nikolas Hartshorne, Courtney Love's longtime friend who had also announced that Kurt's death was a "classic suicide."

Janet Pfaff has publicly stated that she does not accept the official explanation from police on how her daughter died.

[sick-sad-little-world]

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The most beautiful lips and eyes.....

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RIP: That line in "Black Hole Sun," "No one sings like you anymore," who is that directed at?

Chris: I ate some cottage cheese that turned, and I wrote those lyrics. I don't know; it's just sort of a surreal dreamscape, a weird, play-with-the-title kind of song. 

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Holidays

Accla Brewing Day (Ancient Inca)

Amitabha Buddha Day

Araw ng Maynila (a.k.a. Manilla Day; Philippines)

Bannockburn Day (Scotland)

Burning of the Lamps (Sais, Egypt; Ancient Egypt)

Calcio Fiorentino (Florence, Italy)

Carabobo Day (Venezuela)

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Sânziene (Carpathian Mountains, Romania)

Stonewall National Monument Day

Summer List Day

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Think Your Way to Health Day

Tibedetha (a.k.a. Tiber’s Day; Elder Scrolls)

World UFO Day [& 7.2]

Food & Drink Celebrations

American Barley Wine Day

National Creamy Pralines Day (a.k.a. National Pralines Day)

Fourth & Last Friday in June

ARRL Field Day begins (American Radio Relay League) [4th Friday & Saturday]

Drive Your Corvette to Work Day [Friday closest to 6.30]

Heidi Festival (New Glarus, Wisconsin) [Last Friday Weekend]

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Premieres

Cars 2 (Animated Pixar Film; 2011)

Cat Ballou (Film; 1965)

The Lion King (Animated Disney Film that ripped off Kimba; 1994)

Little Girl Blue, by Nina Simone (Album; 1958)

McCabe & Mrs. Miller (Film; 1971)

Spaceballs (Film; 1987)

A Spaniard in the Works, by John Lennon (Book; 1965)

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Runic Half Month: Dag (Day) [Day 13 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 4 of 90)

Zodiac: Cancer (Day 4 of 30)

[greenlantern94to04]

Green Lantern #52 (June 1994)

Mongul, a.k.a. DC's answer to Thanos (a.k.a. Marvel's answer to Darkseid), demands a rematch with Green Lantern! The only problem is that this is a completely different Green Lantern from the one he fought last time (GL #46), but Mongul thinks all humans look alike and can't tell the difference. Does that make Mongul racist, or the opposite of racist?

Mongul has broken out of the hi-tech prison where he'd been serving time for destroying a whole city (and driving the previous Green Lantern insane), and now he wants revenge on the superheroes who put him there. The jetpack-wearing guard he interrogates doesn't know where Superman is (it's not like he's famously associated with one city), but he did see a news item about "Green Lantern" fighting a villain in LA, so Mongul steals his jetpack and flies there.

("Some guy"? Way to disrespect Ohm, DC's sensational character find of 1994.)

Meanwhile, the new, non-insane Green Lantern, Kyle Rayner, is taking care of the most important part of being a hero: taking publicity photos at the beach.

Once the photo session is over, Kyle and his girlfriend/PR person, Alex, try to find out what, exactly, his GL ring can do. As far as they can tell it has endless energy, because Kyle's been using it for days without issue and it's not like it came with a battery or something (certainly not one you activate by reciting a corny oath). Also, they already know Kyle is pretty good at flying with it, courtesy of his many hours daydreaming about that as an easily distracted child.

Alex asks Kyle to try to create something he's "intimately familiar with" to see if he can conjure something more elaborate than the simple objects he used during his fight with Ohm. Kyle, who is still a child, projects a 3D model of Alex in a revealing bikini and earns a smack in the head. Apparently, the best use Kyle can think of for his ring right now is "creepy deepfakes."

Within a few hours of practicing, Kyle seems to have mastered the three basic shapes of nature: babes, guns, and motorcycles. Just when Alex suggests giving the ring and Kyle's imagination a break, Mongul comes crashing down on them and easily breaks the green shield Kyle spent hours perfecting.

Mongul says he's gonna kill Kyle (and "his female," while at it) as revenge for "thwarting" him at Coast City, leaving Kyle very confused -- he probably doesn't even know what "thwarting" means.

(Or "raiment," for that matter.)

As Mongul slams Kyle's head into the ground, Doomsday-style, Alex desperately points out that they don't even know who he is. Mongul introduces himself as "The killer of Green Lantern... for there is NO ONE to save him!"

Next issue: SOMEONE arrives to save him!

Plotline-Watch:

I said on the post for GL #50 that I didn't remember if the homeless guy who was sleeping in the alley when Kyle got the ring ever showed up again. Well, he does show up in this issue... for the last time. His name is Joshua P. Turner, and he's seen talking to some agents at a shady government agency (literally shady, it's very dark in there) about what he saw that night. He also says it's his patriotic duty to give them something he found in the alley after Kyle left: some sort of glowing green rock that, as a kid, I assumed to be kryptonite. All he wants in return is a few bucks. Instead, the agents give him a shanking. RIP Joshua P. Turner, the greatest Green Lantern that never was.

Or at least I assume they killed him. We never see the body, so it's perfectly possible that they kidnapped Mr. Turner and ran experiments on him to turn him into a hyper-muscular supervillain. After all, we've already seen this particular agency turn a crippled man into a deranged super soldier...

Before escaping the Slab (the aforementioned hi-tech prison's Jersey Shore-like nickname), Mongul releases all the other prisoners to keep the guards occupied. These include Superman enemy the Atomic Skull, Booster Gold enemy Mindancer, Hawkman enemy Airstryke, and, most prominently, Captain Atom enemy Major Force, who was also seen last issue. Hmm, it's almost like they're telling us that guy is gonna do something important...

Oh yeah, there's also a Khund warrior show's been stuck on Earth since 1988's "Invasion!" crossover, who just wants to thank Mongul for freeing him and tell him he's a big fan of his work. Mongul kills him on the spot, just because he "never liked the Khund." (So Mongul IS racist. Sad.)

The guard that Mongul interrogates/robs mentions that Superman "wasn't seen for a while" (a reference to either "Death of Superman" or the more recent "Mini-Exile in Space" storyline) and then he came back, but there's been "trouble in Metropolis" so he doesn't know where he could be now (definitely a reference to the still ongoing "Fall of Metropolis" storyline, since there's even art of Superman fighting some Lex-Men). Not sure why the guard would think Superman would be anywhere but Metropolis if there was trouble there, though. I like the idea that was trying to protect Superman by playing dumb about his whereabouts, but didn't give a shit about Mongul finding Green Lantern.

This issue establishes that Kyle's GL ring doesn't have the "being charged every 24 hours" limitation, which doesn't mean it never has to be charged, as he'll soon find out. You might get the impression that the ring's weakness against the color yellow is still valid given how easily Mongul destroys Kyle's shield, but nope, that's just because Kyle's doing a terrible job right now.

If any Mongul fanboys from Khundia or elsewhere object to me calling him a Thanos ripoff, take it up with his co-creator, Jim Starlin, who once said: "I wanted to do my Thanos over at DC. But once I got in there, I wanted to do something different, so we got the whole Warworld in there." So he was "Thanos with a Death Star," basically. I wonder if Ron Marz didn't decide to include Mongul in these issues less because of the Hal Jordan connection and more because he was also writing Marvel's Silver Surfer at the same time, which featured Thanos as a villain/supporting character.

On a related subject, I always thought it was cool that, by destroying Coast City, DC's versions of Thanos and Mr. Fantastic (Hank "Cyborg Superman" Henshaw) kicked off a series of events that eventually led to the DC vs. Marvel crossover... which, sadly, didn't feature Thanos meeting Mongul (he has a staring contest with Darkseid instead). Fortunately Darryl Banks drew that scene anyway, for a Jim Starlin Kickstarter:

NEXT: Superman! But first, we find out where Hal Jordan's been hiding... (SPOILERS: in Guy Gardner: Warrior.)

[playdeepcf]

Tony Gwynn, Hall of Famer, San Diego #Padres legend and icon, would have turned 64 today.

His perfect approach at the plate for the Padres was memorable. His smile and enthusiasm were unforgettable. His .338 is 17th all-time in career batting average.

15x All-Star

8x Batting Champion

7x Silver Slugger

5x Gold Glove Award winner

3141 Hits

543 Doubles

135 Home Runs

1138 RBI

319 Stolen Bases

.338 Career Batting Average

Batted .394 in 1994

Batted .500 in 1998 World Series

Tony Gwynn vs.

John Smoltz .462 1K

Greg Maddux .429 0K

Tom Glavine .312 2K

Orel Hershiser .321 2K

Nolan Ryan .302 9K

I had the privilege of meeting him in June of 1997 during inter-league play in Arlington, TX. He was a class act.

#MLB #HoF #LetsGoPadres #MrPadre

#RIP

[rebeleden]

OJ Simpson & Nicole Brown Weeks Before Her Death on June 12, 1994 #death...

[genxjournalist]

#ThrowbackThursday Do you remember where you were on June 17, 1994 when the #BroncoChase happened? I distinctly remember being with my family in KY for our annual family reunion and we were all gathered around the TV watching, wondering what in the heck was going on! And I remember that because this was one of the first times in history a car chase like this was happening in real time, the CBS helicopter that was following the chase, ran out of fuel and we had to switch channels to keep up. It was so mesmerizing and it was all anyone talked about for months. RIP #OJSimpson #the90s #PopCulture #GenerationX #GenX #GenXJournalist