Showing posts with label paranormal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label paranormal. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 06, 2010
AMC's "The Walking Dead" 2nd Official Trailer (Premieres Oct. 31st)
Umm... Well... Er... Yeah... OK, fine.
L.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Being Human = Being Brilliant!
I don't know how you might feel about American Network TV shows...
Personally, IMHO, many - and on some nights, most - Suck.
Enter the BBC... or, to be more accurate, BBCA (BBC America).
In one word... "Brilliant".
Brilliantly original shows, Brilliantly cast, Brilliant acting, Brilliantly clever, smart and funny writing with Brilliant twists and unexpected turns.
Take, for example, the show called "Being Human".
Premise:
"George (Russell Tovey) and Mitchell (Aidan Turner) work in anonymous drudgery as hospital porters in Bristol, England. They lead lives of quiet desperation under the burden of a terrible secret - Mitchell's a vampire and George a werewolf... Not known, historically, to pal around with each other. But, Mitchell and George have become friends and confide in each other. Deciding to start life afresh and leave behind the dark side (the two young men take special measures to try to avoid killing people), they move into a house, only to find that Annie (Lenora Crichlow), the ghost of a woman killed in mysterious circumstances, haunts it. As the monster threesome deal with the challenges of their new life together, they're united in their strong desire to be "normal", to blend in with their human neighbors... to Be Human."
(From: bbca.com)
Regardless of how corny the description may sound... It's a Fantastic show!
I've included three videos - below - that introduce each of the characters... Just to give you a... uh, taste.
Enjoy!
Peace.
L.
Personally, IMHO, many - and on some nights, most - Suck.
Enter the BBC... or, to be more accurate, BBCA (BBC America).
In one word... "Brilliant".
Brilliantly original shows, Brilliantly cast, Brilliant acting, Brilliantly clever, smart and funny writing with Brilliant twists and unexpected turns.
Take, for example, the show called "Being Human".
Premise:
"George (Russell Tovey) and Mitchell (Aidan Turner) work in anonymous drudgery as hospital porters in Bristol, England. They lead lives of quiet desperation under the burden of a terrible secret - Mitchell's a vampire and George a werewolf... Not known, historically, to pal around with each other. But, Mitchell and George have become friends and confide in each other. Deciding to start life afresh and leave behind the dark side (the two young men take special measures to try to avoid killing people), they move into a house, only to find that Annie (Lenora Crichlow), the ghost of a woman killed in mysterious circumstances, haunts it. As the monster threesome deal with the challenges of their new life together, they're united in their strong desire to be "normal", to blend in with their human neighbors... to Be Human."
(From: bbca.com)
Regardless of how corny the description may sound... It's a Fantastic show!
I've included three videos - below - that introduce each of the characters... Just to give you a... uh, taste.
Enjoy!
Peace.
L.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
I'm In Love W/David Duchovny Or, How "The X-Files" Saved My Life
Here's something that I wrote recently and I thought I'd share it with you.
It's my personal review of "The X-Files" TV series. I originally wrote it for TV.com. I was feeling great pressure to produce something there. The 'Level' that they had assigned to me was "Sweathog" - as in Vinnie Babarino - and I just couldn't leave it at that.
So, with that explanation, I present my latest work - Entitled:
"How The X-Files Saved My Life"
It's my personal review of "The X-Files" TV series. I originally wrote it for TV.com. I was feeling great pressure to produce something there. The 'Level' that they had assigned to me was "Sweathog" - as in Vinnie Babarino - and I just couldn't leave it at that.
So, with that explanation, I present my latest work - Entitled:
"How The X-Files Saved My Life"
The X-Files may have saved my Life.
In the inimitable words of Sarah Palin: "I kid you not.".
I owe Chris Carter, The X-Files writers, David Duchovny, Gillian Anderson, etc. a sincere debt of gratitude...
For me, "The X-Files" stands alone as a modern classic of science fiction. It is terrific storytelling. The X-Files is Folklore mixed with Legends mixed with Campfire-Stories mixed with Ghost-Stories mixed with some Ripley's mixed with pinches of The Truth... here-and-there.
When The X-Files was at its scary-best - It was Cover-Your-Eyes/"I Can't Watch!"-Scary.
Most every episode - as well as the continuing storyline - was written with a sharp wit and sense of humor. The dialogue was intelligent and thoughtful. The interactions of the characters felt genuine and and there was plenty of mystery, action and hold-your-breath suspense.
The casting of Duchovny and Anderson was brilliant, as they shared great on-screen chemistry and displayed great acting chops. Agents Scully and Mulder - as characters - were beautifully written and were fleshed-out. They weren't one or two-dimensional pseudo-superheroes. They were utterly human - with all the positive and negative character traits and the frailties of two human beings.
I love "The X-Files" and I will always love "The X-Files". I'd recommend it to anyone with a brain - particularly if you have any interest in unusual phenomena/extraordinary experiences. Or, even just to watch something several notches above (and much more interesting than) so-called "Reality" shows.
In my humble opinion, "The X-Files" is Extraordinary Television.
What Was That?
Oh... How did "The X-Files" save my life?
Well, it's kind of personal. Between Chris Carter and I...
O.K., O.K. ~ Let's just say that - a few years ago -I went through a very harrowing experience that was also experienced by a character in one episode. (I won't be more specific than that.)
But, there were two distinct differences between his horrible experience and mine:
In the show, the character's period of torment only lasted about a month/30 days.
Lucky bastard... My real-life experience - on the other hand - went on for years.
The second difference was the clincher for me.
The tormented character - having reached the absolute limit of his ability to deal with his experiences - finally cracked up and murdered someone.
Hmmm... Well, I'll admit that I did - occasionally, in my more desperate moments and at my wit's end - consider taking my own life. But, I would never consider taking someone else's life because of what I was experiencing.
It made me feel so much better about the way I was dealing with those events.
"Hey, at least I haven't killed anyone."
To someone, like myself, who has the occasional extraordinary experience, "The X-Files" was not just thrilling entertainment... Watching the scenarios play out in the series helped me to both deal with and to feel better about how I dealt with the unsettling experiences in my life
It also showed me - at a time when I was suffering and felt utterly alone in the universe - that - Wow! There was someone else who knew about things that I experienced (even if their version was fictional)... that I wasn't entirely alone.
Thank You, The X-Files, you're a Life Saver.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Do You FreeCycle? No? Interested? Here's How...
Have You Heard of FREECYCLE?
No, it has nothing to do with bicycles.
Nor is it a new form of home exercise equipment.
... It's Much, Much Better!
"The Freecycle Network™" is made up of 4,700 groups with 6,504,000 members across the globe. It's a grassroots and entirely nonprofit movement of people who are giving (& getting) stuff for free in their own towns. It's all about reuse and keeping good stuff out of landfills. Each local group is moderated by a local volunteer (them's good people). Membership is FREE."
To Look For A Group In Your Community - Go To: http://www.freecycle.org/.
Members freely give (and get) every kind of item. From moving boxes to mattresses to furniture to kid's toys to clothing to books to electronics/hardware/cell phones... kitchen sinks, etc.
For Example:
I'm need of a digital voice recorder and - although I initially hesitated - I finally decided to be completely honest about the reason why.
Here's my most recent 'WANTED' posting:
I hear dead people (Seriously).
I've made numerous EVP recordings, confirmed by multiple witnesses.
But, sadly, my recorder has died.
I'm searching for a Digital Voice Recorder with a USB-direct port (to upload files to my computer.).
I thank you and 'They' thank you (I've told 'them' to leave me alone until I get another recorder.).
Any San Francisco FreeCycle Member with an available one responds via email.
It's That Easy.
And, Yes... It's Really Free.
Check FreeCycle out.
Peace.
L.
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Freak: or Is this a Fiction??
Confession time...Not that I'm Catholic...Thank God!
I had an "unusual experience" a few years ago...and I've been wavering/waffling/whatevering whether or not to make a post about it. But, seeing as my memories occasionally fall through unseen portals - leaving me unsure as to whether or not they will reappear...and I think my experience will make a great movie or miniseries someday...I guess it behooves me to have a back-up copy somewhere. So, Lucky Blogger, you win the prize!
I've known since my early childhood that I'm different. Yeah, lots of people "feel" they are different. But I am the real deal. Sensitive, psychic, clairvoyant, precognitive, gifted, oddball, weirdo...freak...I like that last one. Semantics. " Psychic" carries way too much baggage. "Gifted" (I was bussed to "Gifted" classes at second school.) sounds too La-Ti-Da. "Different" works.
Anyway...
My earliest childhood memory (from before I was 2 years old) is of a recurring nightmare that traumatized my mother and myself some evenings...In the dream, I was was dressed in white, walking (!) up the street and saw a car approaching from down the hill. It ran me over. In fact, several cars did, and I remember looking up and seeing the undercarriages of the cars as they ran over me. Kinda weird thing to dream/scream about at that age. At this point, I assume it was a dream about my just-previous incarnation/life...and that was how I died.
Dreams...
Fast forward several years... I think I was 10 or 11 years young. I had the utterly awful experience, on several occasions, of having graphic and vivid dreams about a commercial passenger plane crashing. That was bad, but no big deal, right? Well, that's true, until you factor in that when I woke up on the mornings that I had these nightmares and opened the morning newspaper...I was quite shaken to find the front page emblazoned with the gruesome details of a commercial passenger plane crash that had happened overnight. Hmmm... Lovely... I mean, what is a person supposed to do with something like that... especially a 10 year young grrl? And it happened multiple times.
I don't know about other places, but people in Florida didn't talk about such things being possible, let alone how to deal with them or what to do about/with them. It was my terrible little secret.
On the outside looking in....
I wasn't a "painfully" shy child. No, I was and excruciatingly shy child. The kind that literally hid behind my mother when new people were introduced to me. That was early childhood. In later childhood, I just avoided people. I knew I was strange, but I could deal with it - what choice did I have? But the idea of having to engage in conversation with "them"(other people) was something that gave me butterflies. Eventually, I befriended some girls in my neighborhood. I was happy with that. But boys were entirely different thing. It took real effort to learn to socialize with the girls. I couldn't fathom then how to deal with boys and I really didn't want to. You know what I did? I watched television and studied other people interacting with each other and I mimicked them to the best of my ability. It never felt "natural", though... and to this day, I still feel like I am acting, I am performing, when I interact with people. I am able to fit in, blend in...to "pass". But it still feels like a mask and cloak I put on when in the company of people and one that I take off when I am alone.
Taking The Words Right Out Of Their Mouths...
One of my "natural" abilities around that time was knowing what people were going to say, before they said it. I thought I was being helpful when I finished people's sentences. I was saving them ( and me ) time. But, sheesh! They certainly didn't see it that way. The looks I got...grrrr... I was only trying to be helpful (one of my over-the-top driving characteristics). A variation on this one reappeared, in recent years, when I would think something - a word or phrase- and someone in my immediate vicinity or that soon came into "range" would blurt it out. I AM NOT KIDDING. (And, no, I was not "under the influence" of anything) It kind of freaked me out for a while. Understandably. I mean, imagine saying something to yourself, in the privacy of your own mind, and some person you have never seen before walks past you and repeats it Word for Word... a nanosecond after you thought it. Here's an example that really happened to me: I was sitting at a cafe on -------- Street. Mid-day hustling and bustling. Yuppies and shoppers going to and fro...Sipping my coffee...I am alone (Big Surprise.)...staring at nothing...feeling under the gun for reasons I may elaborate upon later...and I thought to myself, in my head, "Well... I have friends..." And in the very next moment two guys walked by in front of me, one in front of the other. The second one, tall and lanky and staring at the ground as he strode along...when he got to the point on the sidewalk directly in front of where I sat...he stopped. He just stood there and slowly raised his head so that he was looking straight ahead of himself and to my left, seemingly at nothing. He then spoke 4 words that shook me to my core. He said, "Well... I have friends." He then slowly lowered his gaze back to the ground and re-started his slow, giraffe-like gait forward down the sidewalk. Hmmm...I thought.
No, I mean: "Aaaahhhh!(shriek)...
I thought somebody was messing with my head.
Only I couldn't understand: 1.) Why? and 2.) How?
It was a very unpleasant feeling.
Think about it...You go through life assuming your private thoughts are, well... private!
And...surprise!
It suddenly and constantly appears you were gravely mistaken.
What do you do?
What if you cannot do anything?
What if it continues to happen to you on a daily basis, countless times throughout the day?
On the bus, walking down the street, anywhere, everywhere?
What would you think?
Would you tell anyone?
Would you confront those appearing to mimic you?
What if they weren't aware they were doing it?
Would you think you were losing your mind?
Would you think it was a "psychic" thing?
It seems to be random and follow no pattern.
If you were absolutely sure it was really happening...how could you prove it to anyone? (Like I said, it's random... doesn't happen all of the time... I am looking forward to learning to consciously direct it.)
Would that matter to you?
What if it looked like it was never going to stop happening?
Would you be able to deal with it?
Just because you're Paranoid...
Well that line of thinking wasn't at all helpful, so I tried a blend of logic and quantum physics. "Thoughts being things" and all...just energy (like everything), and energy not being destroyed...just changing form....Hmmm.
According to what I've read of quantum physics, if a person doing an experiment of some sort has preconcieved expectations regarding the results...those beliefs/thoughts can effect/interfere with the results. Maybe the guy at the cafe just kind of spacing out/not paying attention to anything. He was like a blank canvas. And there I was, wound-up and brooding, dark and deep and feeling 'whelmed' (I refuse to be 'over-whelmed'). Trying to create/project something resembling optimistic thoughts/feelings for myself. Maybe I just over-shot.(?) Stranger things have happened....and I might even tell you about some of them. Someday.
(...The saga continues...later, gotta walk my dog.)
Confession time...Not that I'm Catholic...Thank God!
I had an "unusual experience" a few years ago...and I've been wavering/waffling/whatevering whether or not to make a post about it. But, seeing as my memories occasionally fall through unseen portals - leaving me unsure as to whether or not they will reappear...and I think my experience will make a great movie or miniseries someday...I guess it behooves me to have a back-up copy somewhere. So, Lucky Blogger, you win the prize!
I've known since my early childhood that I'm different. Yeah, lots of people "feel" they are different. But I am the real deal. Sensitive, psychic, clairvoyant, precognitive, gifted, oddball, weirdo...freak...I like that last one. Semantics. " Psychic" carries way too much baggage. "Gifted" (I was bussed to "Gifted" classes at second school.) sounds too La-Ti-Da. "Different" works.
Anyway...
My earliest childhood memory (from before I was 2 years old) is of a recurring nightmare that traumatized my mother and myself some evenings...In the dream, I was was dressed in white, walking (!) up the street and saw a car approaching from down the hill. It ran me over. In fact, several cars did, and I remember looking up and seeing the undercarriages of the cars as they ran over me. Kinda weird thing to dream/scream about at that age. At this point, I assume it was a dream about my just-previous incarnation/life...and that was how I died.
Dreams...
Fast forward several years... I think I was 10 or 11 years young. I had the utterly awful experience, on several occasions, of having graphic and vivid dreams about a commercial passenger plane crashing. That was bad, but no big deal, right? Well, that's true, until you factor in that when I woke up on the mornings that I had these nightmares and opened the morning newspaper...I was quite shaken to find the front page emblazoned with the gruesome details of a commercial passenger plane crash that had happened overnight. Hmmm... Lovely... I mean, what is a person supposed to do with something like that... especially a 10 year young grrl? And it happened multiple times.
I don't know about other places, but people in Florida didn't talk about such things being possible, let alone how to deal with them or what to do about/with them. It was my terrible little secret.
On the outside looking in....
I wasn't a "painfully" shy child. No, I was and excruciatingly shy child. The kind that literally hid behind my mother when new people were introduced to me. That was early childhood. In later childhood, I just avoided people. I knew I was strange, but I could deal with it - what choice did I have? But the idea of having to engage in conversation with "them"(other people) was something that gave me butterflies. Eventually, I befriended some girls in my neighborhood. I was happy with that. But boys were entirely different thing. It took real effort to learn to socialize with the girls. I couldn't fathom then how to deal with boys and I really didn't want to. You know what I did? I watched television and studied other people interacting with each other and I mimicked them to the best of my ability. It never felt "natural", though... and to this day, I still feel like I am acting, I am performing, when I interact with people. I am able to fit in, blend in...to "pass". But it still feels like a mask and cloak I put on when in the company of people and one that I take off when I am alone.
Taking The Words Right Out Of Their Mouths...
One of my "natural" abilities around that time was knowing what people were going to say, before they said it. I thought I was being helpful when I finished people's sentences. I was saving them ( and me ) time. But, sheesh! They certainly didn't see it that way. The looks I got...grrrr... I was only trying to be helpful (one of my over-the-top driving characteristics). A variation on this one reappeared, in recent years, when I would think something - a word or phrase- and someone in my immediate vicinity or that soon came into "range" would blurt it out. I AM NOT KIDDING. (And, no, I was not "under the influence" of anything) It kind of freaked me out for a while. Understandably. I mean, imagine saying something to yourself, in the privacy of your own mind, and some person you have never seen before walks past you and repeats it Word for Word... a nanosecond after you thought it. Here's an example that really happened to me: I was sitting at a cafe on -------- Street. Mid-day hustling and bustling. Yuppies and shoppers going to and fro...Sipping my coffee...I am alone (Big Surprise.)...staring at nothing...feeling under the gun for reasons I may elaborate upon later...and I thought to myself, in my head, "Well... I have friends..." And in the very next moment two guys walked by in front of me, one in front of the other. The second one, tall and lanky and staring at the ground as he strode along...when he got to the point on the sidewalk directly in front of where I sat...he stopped. He just stood there and slowly raised his head so that he was looking straight ahead of himself and to my left, seemingly at nothing. He then spoke 4 words that shook me to my core. He said, "Well... I have friends." He then slowly lowered his gaze back to the ground and re-started his slow, giraffe-like gait forward down the sidewalk. Hmmm...I thought.
No, I mean: "Aaaahhhh!(shriek)...
I thought somebody was messing with my head.
Only I couldn't understand: 1.) Why? and 2.) How?
It was a very unpleasant feeling.
Think about it...You go through life assuming your private thoughts are, well... private!
And...surprise!
It suddenly and constantly appears you were gravely mistaken.
What do you do?
What if you cannot do anything?
What if it continues to happen to you on a daily basis, countless times throughout the day?
On the bus, walking down the street, anywhere, everywhere?
What would you think?
Would you tell anyone?
Would you confront those appearing to mimic you?
What if they weren't aware they were doing it?
Would you think you were losing your mind?
Would you think it was a "psychic" thing?
It seems to be random and follow no pattern.
If you were absolutely sure it was really happening...how could you prove it to anyone? (Like I said, it's random... doesn't happen all of the time... I am looking forward to learning to consciously direct it.)
Would that matter to you?
What if it looked like it was never going to stop happening?
Would you be able to deal with it?
Just because you're Paranoid...
Well that line of thinking wasn't at all helpful, so I tried a blend of logic and quantum physics. "Thoughts being things" and all...just energy (like everything), and energy not being destroyed...just changing form....Hmmm.
According to what I've read of quantum physics, if a person doing an experiment of some sort has preconcieved expectations regarding the results...those beliefs/thoughts can effect/interfere with the results. Maybe the guy at the cafe just kind of spacing out/not paying attention to anything. He was like a blank canvas. And there I was, wound-up and brooding, dark and deep and feeling 'whelmed' (I refuse to be 'over-whelmed'). Trying to create/project something resembling optimistic thoughts/feelings for myself. Maybe I just over-shot.(?) Stranger things have happened....and I might even tell you about some of them. Someday.
(...The saga continues...later, gotta walk my dog.)
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