Thanks for the concern, Lather. You Nutcase. Let me speak to this question in a complicated way.
(What else do I do?)
I kind of need to clean my glasses, but I think I'll leave that part out.
No. I'll be back in a second.
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Okay.
JFQ, who found Gaugie's home address on the 'net, shares it with the DARians, who then hold the first DAR Bonfire in Gaugie's house, with Gaugie tied to a chair, smoking a pipe.....
I thought it was funny. Very funny, actually.
The first ten words? Are like a nightmare we have.
As people. (Especially the JFQ part.)
It's almost too real.
Also, it's almost like "don't teach idiot readers anything;" but it's hard to believe anyone doesn't know.....but.....
I think it's clever, pure JFred, because he knows that is probably the ONE THING he can really scare that guy with. Going to his house. That guy is the one who hides on the floor of the bathroom, if he can get there, when someone is coming. He's one who has a pretty extensive defensive security arrangement, to prevent visitors. Elaborate even.
Who has Stumpy.
He's as close to a recluse as anyone he has never met.
He and his are locally famous, by the light goes in and can't escape negative space thing. Like a building that isn't there. A vacant lot, in the middle of the City. Or an old building that's there, and reversed from when they first built it brand new, is the sign that just went up that shows an empty lot.
What do you threaten a recluse with?
Visitors.
Visitors, man.
With the Biblical interpretation, there. Visitation.
Or the Ray Bradbury interpretation.
It's an innermost-circle arrow, deftly delivered. Thwump.
He's such an asshole.
Just kidding!!
He's a flatterer, that one, too.
Heh heh.
(I bet that got him.)
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We moved partly to hide.
I in particular, but she has adapted; to succession levels.
I had a teentsy taste of notoriety once?
I didn't like it. It was disturbing.
I think it's one of the worst things in the world. (For said persons.) It is like a disease, an illness; it makes it hard to get what is yours, to "get" it, to appreciate it; to enhance it. It's an obstruction. And unless you're into using people, it isn't any fun.
It messes with your friends. You're only interested in your inner circle, with its fineness; and all of a sudden, there are mushed papaya squeezing thru the fence.
This becomes a very serious matter.
Fucks with your authority over your life.
I have a friend, a cpl of friends, who have worked in military "Intelligence," let's call it; and it's remarkably similar. The best defence is a void. Second best, misdirection. If you invest your efforts there, you don't have to invest them anywhere else.
So I am somewhat constantly paranoid. About the line, the first line: disclosure. But also a little resentful, so I don't over-do it.
At times in my medical history, I have experienced actual paranoia. Man. That is really something. They're not the same, except in name; but they are almost related, in a death sense. Like confusion is also a death type condition; it's Disruption. They are disruptions. Obscura.
They obscure the fine silt of your life.
All the time telling people to go away is more than a real hassle. Your life is on ruin. Vanished; buried.
Let's suppose you're a famous author. Well, not famous; but swerve-to-miss. And what it is that made you famous, was you. Something about you.
You didn't want ruined.
Because you loved it. And it gave you sense.
Scary, isn't it.
It is to me.
I get scared very easily. Shaky.
:o)
....the DARians, who then hold the first DAR Bonfire in Gaugie's house, with Gaugie tied to a chair, smoking a pipe.....
I liked that part, because when the words chair and pipe were brought together, they immediately moved to my best friend, Van Gogh.
It was restful. |
