The Great Unknown Adventure

I meant to write about this a long time ago. Somehow I always forgot to.

The day that Nana died, but before she did, I had talked to my mom. We knew it wasn't gonna be long but we thought in terms of days to a week. I had called Daddy to let him know to. And I was sitting outside the office on a picnic bench, tearful, hollow and staring at the gorwth of weeds that seperates us from the building next door. It wa sa warm, sunny day and I saw small butterlfies, some white, some yellow, flittering around. There were a lot of them and for some reason they made me think of Nana. I don't know why they made me think of her (maybe cause she had the butterfly kisses collectors doll set that she gave to me when she moved here) or if she sent them. But I associated them with her and I smiled thinking that she was trying to remind me that she'd always be around.

She died that night.

After that I've had bad moments at work and had to go outside to sit on that picnic bench again. And when I'm depressed and sad and missing her....I realize that those butterflies are fluttering around again.

Today in my car I was thinking about her while sitting in it in the parking lot. A song came on from the FY OVA. It's the song at the very end of the first OVA and the title translates to "Tomorrow Will be a Good Day". It's a beautiful song (I made my flute student learn the flute part in the beginning by ear as part of a lesson) and it tends to make me smile. Well, as I was thinking about nana I heard that song and then a yellow and a white butterfly flitted past my car and joined some others near those weeds.

Sometimes I think Nana sends them to make me smile and feel better.

Whatever the reason, I think I'll always think of her when I see them. Or more likely, see them when I'm thinking of her during the nice weather.

Thank you, Nana. I love you.

I'm about ready to jump up and down and do the dance of joy (yes, I loved perfect strangers) by myself here in the office.

Guess who just pulled A's in both her classes this last session?

I'm still on the Chancellor's list with a 4.0!!

*dances wildly around the office*

Damn.

I tell you, this place is jinxed.

I was in a meeting with Jan, Laura and the boss when we see our production manager (jan's son) pelt through the office and out the front door. Jan stands up, worried (naturally) and asks what's wrong. OUr artist comes up and tells us that Jan's granddaughter who had hurt her foot just took one of the production manager's blood pressure pills by accident instead of her pain pill and is now in an ambulance.

This place is cursed or something.

She'll be okay, at least, that's what I'm hoping. If she's like me and has naturally low blood pressure then I'll be extremely worried.

On other news, trying to redo the email ad that I sent out yesterday and then had to cancel. So Laura is redoing the art, I'll redo the links and we'll resend it off.

*yawns* I'm tired.

I think it's kind of obvious, at least to people who know me that (with the exception of manga) I don't usually get interested in comics until eithe a movie or good conversation sparks my interest. I was like that with X-Men. And now, it's Batman. Even after seeing the movies I was content with the Wiki providing bacground knowledge on the characters and universe.

Until Jacob let me see a few pages of Arkham Asylum: A Serious House on Serious Earth and we got into a discussion about it. I think I would have my Mr. Guess (my old sci-fi/fantasy lit teacher) proud by making the Jungian connections that seemed obvious as Jacob told me the backstory.

From the description the Joker and Batman basically exist because of each other. They have each not killed the other even when the chance presented itself. The Joker even remarks at one point that what would be the point of his existance without Batman?

There's a lot of great quotes, mainly from the Joker. And I think it's because Batman is the self and the Joker is the Shadow. Batman projects onto the Joker the darker aspects of his personality that he doesn't want to acknowledge in himself. What seems amusing is that from Jacob's talks and from what I've been able to read on the web, the Joker knows it and finds it amusing. It seems that in this graphic novel (AA:ASHoSE) the Joker wants to force Batman to actually face these parts of his psyche that he's refused to up to this point. It seems like the Joker honestly knows that they are two sides of the same coin and that to name or call one is to name or call the other. It's almost humorous the way Batman appears to deny this.

So now I'm wanting to read this graphic novel in it's entirety. For some reason today it's really sitting on my mind. I have no clue why but it is. I can't find scans online, at least, not more than a page here and a page there. I did find this fanmade trailer for the graphic novel (in Spanish but with subtitles) that is done in damn good CGI. I tell you, if this same person was granted the chance to make a movie based on his trailer I'd watch it even with the subtitles. This just looks too damn good.

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Anyhoo....so yeah, now I want to know more about the strange relationship between the two of them. Not slash or anything, just the way they are parts of the same psyche.

Mr. Guess, look what you've done!!! I can't even enjoy a comic without getting into this stuff!!! Curse you and your classes!

And now...back to work for another hour and 45.

The good news is that Great Escape has a copy that they are holding for me if I can make it in the store sometime before wednesday. I'm gonna try to go tonight. Maybe I can tempt Jacob with the thought of me splurging for Checker's.

YOU ARE... FREDDY KRUEGER! The king of kill! The
bastard son of hundred maniacs! The man with
the razor hand! You are the god of horror movie
maniacs with a face only a demented mother
could love and people can't forget! Your fasion
sense rocks! Red and green stripped sweater,
black pants, work boots, and a dusty old
fedora. And the claw. 6 1/2 inches of pure
metal pain, razor sharp, and ready to slash.
You die (wether you like it or not) when your
own daughter beats the living shit out of you,
then blows you up with a pipebomb. Kids. Such
a... disapointment.


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Mwahahahaha!!!!!!1

Your most like Jack Sparrow. Geez, so much to tell
and so little time. You'll do mainly anything
to get what you want, so that makes you very
determined I guess. Well call it what you like
but doing anything means cheating. I'd say
you've have a little too much drinkie winkie,
but hey that's me. Your sex life is great! Or
at least that's what other people think. For a
job I'd say go try sailing or maybe being a
thief.


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Mmmmm...I still say that man is hot....

I never sleep when it's light out unless I'm severely depressed or sick. I think from the sore throat, no voice, and general icky feeling I have that I'm getting sick. Yeah I'm still going out tonight. Gotta see everyone, at least for a few hours. But gosh I'm tired.

I think I'd much rather sleep.

I'm gonna go upstairs, put some boots on and head to the mall. I'll probably be back tomorrow. Love and Peace.

Julie, Doug and Jay sat on the porch again, watching the sky grow dark. “Aren’t you just a little scared now?”
“I know I am,” Jay said looking at them. “I don’t want that guy in my dreams.”
Julie sighed. “It frightens me a little too. But his self before he was burned, I still feel drawn to him.”
“You sound like you have a crush,” Jay remarked.
She blushed. “I know it sounds silly but I think that part of his soul isn’t evil.”
“Hey, this guy is dead. I wasn’t aware you were into necrophilia,” Doug quipped.
Julie smacked his arm hard. “His spirit, you jerk. I’m not interested in his mortal remains.”
Jay sat silent for a moment. “Guys, doesn’t it strike you as a little too convenient that we found someone who knew so much about Freddy?”
“I chalked it up to dumb luck,” Doug replied.
“I think Freddy is pushing to be found,” she said. “I’ll see if I can find him in my dreams tonight. Maybe I’ll finally get some answers.”

Here's some quizzes that I found on the Goth Board. Thought I'd thrill you all with them.


You Are A Pirate!


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You are The Cap'n!

Some men are born great, some achieve greatness and some slit the throats of any man that stands between them and the mantle of power. You never met a man you couldn't eviscerate. Not that mindless violence is the only avenue open to you - but why take an avenue when you have complete freeway access? You are the definitive Man of Action. You are James Bond in a blousy shirt and drawstring-fly pants. Your swash was buckled long ago and you have never been so sure of anything in your life as in your ability to bend everyone to your will. You will call anyone out and cut off their head if they show any sign of taking you on or backing down. You cannot be saddled with tedious underlings, but if one of your lieutenants shows an overly developed sense of ambition he may find more suitable accommodations in Davy Jones' locker. That is, of course, IF you notice him. You tend to be self absorbed - a weakness that may keep you from seeing enemies where they are and imagining them where they are not.

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Ignoring all the rum answers I retook the Captain Jack Sparrow quote quiz.


Hee! You are Jack's "You have to find
yourself a girl, mate ... you're not a eunuch,
are you?" speech. You're quite a bit sex-
crazed, and you assume that everyone else is as
horny as you are. Get it on as soon as
possible so that you can join the rest of us on
Planet Earth ... I'm sure you'll have a good
time doing so.


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Go figure. But it's a cute picture of him. God, that man is hot. *bites lower lip* Wish I could get my hands on him and Robert Englund for even a night. Hell, the same night. I'm sick like that. The quicz says we'd have no compatiblity together but I think we'd get along just fine. Esp on a physical level. Can I just try it for a time?

Love and Peace.

Joseph nodded. “Four of the kids died right there in the asylum. Nancy was an intern there at the time. She told them how to fight Freddy. But in the end she died too. Supposedly one of the doctors got Thompson to show him where Freddy’s remains were hidden. They buried him and consecrated him, hoping that his soul would rest. And it did for a year and a half.”
“How do you know all this?” Doug interrupted.
Joseph smiled a wry smile. “I suppose because I’m the only one who would listen to them and not try to tell them it wasn’t real. And because I saw him once in my dreams too.”
Julie spoke up. “Horribly burned with a dirty brown hat and a red and green sweater.”
“You’ve seen him too?” Joseph looked scared.
“Just a reflection in a mirror.”
“Then you need to know the rest of the story.” He took another drink. “A year and a half later all three survivors died. Then three more kids. One girl had been given the ability to pull people into her dreams. Freddy used her to get to the other kids. She tried to kill him. All the trapped souls were released. She and her new boyfriend both survived. Then came graduation. The girl began to have strange dreams about an asylum and a nun named Amanda Krueger. The night of graduation her boyfriend was in an accident. But she claimed Freddy had done it while she was awake. It was then she realized that she was pregnant.”
“He was using the baby’s dreams,” Julie breathed.
“Exactly. Two more kids died until she released Amanda’s trapped spirit to fight Freddy. But even at the end he was trying to claw his way out. Now this last bit I’m not sure about since I’ve only heard second hand about it.”
“Go ahead,” Jay said, leaning forward.
“Supposedly his daughter grew up and came back here for some reason. He used her to get out of Springwood. She fought him, brought him into our reality and supposedly killed him. But like I said, I’m not sure about that. I don’t think he’ll ever really die. Evil never does.”
Julie closed her eyes and leaned back. “What happened at the asylum with Amanda?”
Joseph finished his drink. “She was locked in with the inmates over the holidays. They kept her hidden for days. They say she was raped hundreds of times. When the staff finally found her she was barely clinging to life. And she too was pregnant. They say she had the baby there and gave him up for adoption. The year after the fire she supposedly killed herself.”
“Talk about a ghost story,” Jay said, shaking his head.
“Do you know anything about him before he was burned? Like what happened to his wife?” Doug asked.
“They say he killed her and hid the body. But they never had any proof. It wasn’t till they took his daughter away that he really began to murder the children. I guess it was revenge of sorts.” He paused and looked at her curiously. “How did you find out about him?”
Julie opened her eyes. “I’ve been to house 1428. I found some things with his name on them.”
Joseph’s eyes narrowed. “That shouldn’t be possible. He wasn’t the last one that lived there. The Thompsons lived there after him. If anything you should have found some of their old things.”
Julie reached into her pocket and pulled out the picture. “I also found this.”
He examined the photograph for a minute, “That’s the Kruegers. How it got there I don’t know. Did you find anything else strange?”
“A child’s bedroom with toys and drawings on the wall, some bills, and locks on all the cellar doors.”
“Sounds like someone went through a lot of trouble to put those things in your path.”
Doug leaned over. “Who might have done it?”
Joseph shrugged and leaned back. “I don’t have a clue. No one around here wants to remember him anymore.”
“Can you tell us anything else?” Julie asked.
“Just to warn you. If he comes back you should get away from here. He can’t get to you outside of Springwood. At least, that’s what they tell me. And be careful, if you die in those dreams it’s for real.”
“Let me buy you another drink as a thank you,” Julie said, standing. Joseph smiled.
“Hey, for another drink I’ll sit up and beg.”

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Okay, we had a great time Monday night. Chris had us cracking up every five minutes. They named my breasts. Fidget and Gidget the twin midgets. *sigh* I'm never gonna live that one down.

He also had each of us stand up (us being, himself, Jason, Misty, Phoebe and me) and be critiqued for our good and bad points. My only bad point is that they think my breasts are too big. I have to agree. They did like my hourglass figure and they called my eyes piercing. I like that. Jason added after I sat down that I had a nice ass too. Hey, no complaints here. Oh another bad point, my legs are too skinny. I don't do much dancing. Can't help it. I'm shy when it comes to dancing.

Jason and possibly Chris and I are gonna go see Freddy vs Jason again. Chris may not be able to come. But I think we'll have a good time nonetheless.

No fights lately. Guess that's a good thing. Nothing to fight about.

Guess I'm out of here for now. I'll write up Episode 10 (is it ten already?) later today. Love and Peace.

Simply had to try this one. And let's face it, I'm a rum girl.


Duh. You are "But WHY's the rum gone?!"
You're not the smartest one in the bunch, but
you're sweetly appealing and you don't let
disappointment get to you. Everybody
identifies with you, because let's face it, why
IS the rum gone?


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“No! Now get out!”
The trio hurried out of the third store they’d been in. Everyone had sent them away with a mixture of anger and fear. They walked down the street, a little dejected.
“He’s insistent that we find him. Do you think he’s a spirit trying to communicate with you?” Jay asked.
“Maybe. But I’ve never had one come through so clear.”
“And this is the first one that you’re found attractive,” Doug grinned.
“That has nothing to do with it!” she replied, blushing. Suddenly Julie pointed to a building. “Let’s try in there.” She reached into her pocket. “How much money do you guys have?” They pooled together their cash and found it added up to about thirty dollars. She took it and put it in her pocket. “Come on,” she said and dragged them into the bar.
Julie looked around and then walked up to the bar. “Excuse me,” she said, smiling.
The bartender smiled back and walked over. “What can I get for you?”
“Just a glass of water for now. But maybe you can help me. I’m looking for someone who’s lived here for a long time. I just moved here a couple of days ago and would like to talk about the history of the town.” Julie smiled her best innocent smile.
The man nodded and pointed to a man sitting at a table by himself. “Joseph over there, he’s lived here all his life. Spends most of his time in here. But if you want to know history, he’s the guy to ask.” He handed her a glass of water.
“Thanks,” she said, taking it. “Come on, guys.” Doug and Jay followed her over to Joseph’s table. “Hi there,” she said cheerfully. “I was told that you might be able to help me.”
Joseph looked up at her and a slow smile crossed his face. Then he noticed Doug and Jay behind her and his smile faded a little. “What do you want with me?”
“First let me buy you a drink. What are you drinking?”
“Vodka.”
Julie handed Doug some money. “Would you mind?”
“Not at all.” He took it and walked up to the bar.
Julie and Jay sat down. “We were told you know the history of this town,” Jay said.
“I ought to. Lived here all my life.” He finished his drink and eyed the one Doug was bringing back. “What do you want to know?” he asked, taking the drink from Doug.
Julie waited until Doug pulled up a chair and joined them. “We were curious about the boiler room fire in ‘67.” Julie watched him carefully, expecting to be thrown out. But Joseph leaned back and took a drink.
“No one’s asked about that in a long time. Better that way. But he’s been gone a long time. I don’t think it’ll hurt to tell you.”
Julie took a sip of water and watched him closely. Joseph set down his glass and looked off into the distance. “It was right after Freddy was acquitted. Someone forgot to sign a search warrant in the right place and so they let him go.” He took a drink. “He disappeared right after that but a bunch of folks, mainly from Elm Street tracked him down to that boiler room.”
She gasped. “They didn’t--?”
Joseph nodded. “They went in while he was asleep and doused the place with gasoline. Then they threw in a match.”
Doug spoke up in horror. “They burned him alive?”
“Yep. Then when it was over Lt. Thompson took the remains and hid them so no one could ever prove they’d done it.” He finished the drink and raised an eyebrow at Julie. She nodded and handed Jay money. Jay headed for the bar. “Talk to any of the folks that did it and they’ll tell you that was the end of it.”
“But?” she asked.
“But talk to the kids and they know something different. It started when Thompson’s girl, Nancy, was in high school. There were three unexplained deaths, friends of hers who all lived on Elm Street. I spoke to Nancy once, asking her what she thought.” Jay came over with the new drink and handed it to Joseph. “Thanks. She told me that Freddy Krueger was killing them in their dreams.” He sighed. “I think she expected me to deny it. But I’ve seen some strange shit over the years. It was the only explanation. For six years it was quiet. I began to wonder if maybe she had just dreamed it up.” He took a long drink. “Then there were a bunch of suicides and attempts. A number of kids were hospitalized at the old asylum. All from Elm Street. I talked to three of them when they got out.”
“Freddy was back,” Jay said.

“What?!” Julie exclaimed.
“Shh! Lower your voice. We’re in a library!” Doug hissed.
“Sorry, but are you serious?”
“That’s what it says,” Jay replied. “Krueger accused of murdering children of Springwood.” He flicked through the microfiche. “It looks like the case went to trial.”
“Great,” Julie said, flopping into a chair. “I’m fantasizing about a child murderer.”
“So what happened?” Doug asked.
“You’re not gonna believe this.”
“Don’t tell me,” Julie said, “he got off.”
Jay looked at her, surprised. “How’d you guess?”
She groaned. “So what happened to him?”
Jay flicked through the microfiche again. “I don’t know. There’s nothing about him after that. The only thing of note is that a boiler room in an abandoned building caught fire one night.”
Something about the mention of that tickled Julie’s brain. She sat up. “That’s connected to him somehow,” she said.
Doug quickly wrote down the date. “August 25, 1967.”
“You’re kidding, right?” Julie asked, her face white.
“No mistake. Your birthday. But luckily a few years before your time,” Doug replied.
“That’s still weird.”
“So who do we talk to?” Jay asked standing up and stretching.
Julie looked around. There was no one in this section. “How about the librarian?” she said, shrugging. The guys nodded and they packed up their materials and headed to the main desk.
“How can I help you?” the woman behind the counter asked politely.
Julie looked at Jay and Doug but neither seemed inclined to speak. She sighed inwardly. “We’re curious about the boiler room fire back in 1967. Can you tell us what started it?”
The woman froze and a look of terror came into her eyes. “N-no. I don’t know what happened. Nobody does!” Then she turned and walked into the office.
Julie stood there a moment then looked at the guys behind her. “That was weird.”
“Let’s try the general store,” Jay suggested.
Julie nodded. “Okay. Let’s go. On the way I’ll tell you about the dream I had last night.”
“Is this another sick fantasy, Julie?”
“Yes, and you’re going to listen.”

I can't believe it. I simply can't. I just got a birthday wish from Robert Englund!!!!! It said, Happy Birhtday Juliette. Too bad it will be your last! OMG!! Hell, if he's the one doing the killing and the last thing I see is his face and hear his voice I can die a very fulfilled woman. Well, that just perked my day way up. I can't believe it!. Oh I could die happy right now just getting that email.

Isn't it amazing how one line of an email can change your mood so drastically? Wow.

I want that man so bad right now. I can't even convey the need to touch him. (Sorry, Nancy, I really want your husband. Can I borrow him for a week? Please?) God that man is sexy even in an email. I could even imagine his voice saying it. If I think about it I can imagine Freddy saying it. Tee hee. This is the high point of my day. Definately couldn't get any better.

Well, I'm off to go read the FvsJ magazine I just bought. I'll get back with Episode 8 later. Love and Peace (and thought of Robert and Freddy).

Julie sat on the bed and pulled five pill bottles out of the drawer. She set them one by one on the table. She shook a total of ten into her hand and swallowed them all with a drink of water.
“Damn medication. I wish I was off it.” She put the pill bottles away and turned off the light. Quickly she crawled under the covers and waited for the sedatives to take effect. “Where are you, Freddy?”


Julie stood in the master bedroom of the Krueger house looking at the curtains blowing in the night wind. She looked down at herself and saw she was wearing her black nightshirt. “I’m dreaming,” she said to herself. She walked barefoot to the window and looked out. Then she felt the lightest touch of fingers on her shoulders. She sighed. “Who are you,” she whispered, feeling the fingers run down her arms.
“Find me,” came the voice behind her.
“I did find you. You’re Fred Krueger. This is your house.”
“You have to find me.”
“Why is it so important?”
She felt hot breath in her ear. “I’ll tell you when you find me,” he whispered. His hands stole into hers for a moment.
She whirled around to see him but there was no one there. “Damn,” she said. She heard the echo of his voice in the air.
“Find me, Dreamwalker.”
She closed her eyes and concentrated. Then she took a few steps and stopped. Guitar music reached her ears. She opened her eyes and realized she was in an outdoor theater. Doug was onstage playing by himself. She walked up to the stage. “Doug,” she called.
He looked up at her. “Julie?” Then his eyes lit up. “I must be dreaming.”
“Bingo,” she replied.
Doug sat on the edge of the stage the guitar balanced across his legs. “So why are you walking into here? Having a nightmare?” He grinned.
She walked up to the stage. “No nightmare. More like a fantasy.”
“Uh-oh,” he said, still smiling. “Does this involve your creepy guy?”
“What other man has been in my life recently?”
“None is what your mother tells me.”
Julie sighed. “Thanks, Mom.” Then she looked back at Doug. “I didn’t see him, just heard and felt him.”
Doug played the first phrase of “Let’s Get it On”. “What was he doing, feeling you up?”
She glared at him and he stopped playing. “Nothing so crude, thank you. He just held my hand for a moment. When I turned he was gone.”
He held up a hand. “Am I gonna remember this in the morning?”
She thought for a moment. “Do you usually remember your dreams?”
“Not unless I’m getting some action.”
She shook her head. “No way, not from me.”
“Then shoo! Maybe a cute girl will appear in your place.”
“Ouch, that went straight to my heart.”
“Good. Go!”
She closed her eyes and concentrated again. This time when she opened them she found herself looking into a mirror. She looked around then back into the mirror. Suddenly her appearance seemed to dissolve and she let out a gasp of fright at the image that replaced it. A horribly burned face, a dirty brown fedora, red and green sweater, but he looked familiar. He grinned at her then opened his mouth and waggled his tongue invitingly. She shook her head and closed her eyes again.
Julie sat up in bed, gasping for air. She slowly held out a hand and watched it tremble. Sighing, she lay back down in bed and stared at the ceiling until a dreamless sleep fell over her.

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Figures. I always did prefer the dorks. And I much prefer a guy who likes my mind better than my body. It's getting them to look up to my eyes that's the hard part.

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