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Mon Jul 9th, 2007 11:33 pm |
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“Eureka!” I think I have finally found out why I am “Lost” in today’s network programming. It seems that if you want to be a “Survivor” and last on TV, you have to repeat the same style of show over and over again. Unfortunately “Big Brother” is watching and counting all the “NUMB3RS” up. If you are off by just a smidgen in viewership, you will be gone “Without a Trace”. I swear there are “Criminal Minds” afoot here.
I was talking to my friend the other day and “According to Jim”, “The Next Best Thing” to come down the pike on “Primetime” will be even more reality shows. Listen to me my “Brothers and Sisters”, I swear that a bunch of “Desperate Housewives” must be writing these things. I say it’s time for an “Extreme Makeover” of all network programming. Perhaps they should hire a “Medium” to read the minds of viewers. As for me, I’m waiting for someone to bring a little “Law and Order” to this nonsense.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10th, 2007 04:51 am |
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Mike, would you like me to set up a TVandDINNER Blog for you. It seems you have it in you to be a great blogger here. I would love to set one up for you and then you can post away you daily or weekly thoughts on .... everything.
You can see the other ones at http://www.tvanddinner.com/forums/forum39/
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Tue Jul 10th, 2007 05:09 am |
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| In the imortal words of Beverly D'angelo in National Lampoon's Vacation, "Go for it Sparky"!
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Posted: Tue Jul 10th, 2007 05:20 am |
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| Done - this is your new and official TVandDINNER blog. I am looking forward to reading your ongoing thoughts on the world we attempt to live in, lol
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Tue Jul 10th, 2007 05:30 am |
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Cool, I was just saying to myself, I needed another forum to write in, not that my users tonight have not kept me busy on my own forum!
At least here I can talk about things other than writing music.
I'm waiting with much anticipation for the return of the Sci-Fi channel's "Eureka" series. This time I will try to follow it. The only way I knew what was going on last time was to watch the Eureka Marathon they had one week so I could catch up. Hopefully it won't be too stupid.
OK, I am typed out for tonight and am heading back to the folks that are whining over on my forum.....
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Posted: Tue Jul 10th, 2007 08:36 pm |
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This is a true story. I saw my first UFO when I was 5 or 6, I can't remember exactly. I do remember what happened. My older brother was showing me how to fly a kite in a large empty field. It was really far up in the air and way over the houses where we lived in the San Fernando Valley of California. He told me that he didn't want me to drop the big stick that held the string because it was pulling really hard. It was his kite and I was begging to try to hold on to it.
Needless to say he handed it to me and helped me fly it for a bit. Then he told me not to let it go and left me on my own in that big empty field. I was scared out there all by myself. My brother walked back towards our driveway and garage where our parents were. I could barely hold onto that kite and it was jerking me around pretty good. Several times the stick almost came out of my hands. I turned to look back towards the driveway where everyone now was talking and as I did, I saw something shiny in the sky above my right shoulder. I tried to focus in on it, thinking maybe it was one of those Goodyear blimps that frequented the skies there. It wasn't a blimp. It was round and silver/metallic. Even as a kid I knew what a weather balloon was and just shrugged it off as I kept holding onto that kite. It kept eerily stationary in the sky. It did not move like a balloon. I started yelling for my brother who kept yelling back at me to not let the kite go. I yelled and yelled and really started to get scared. I did not want to look at that sphere that was above me but kept looking out of the corner of my eye anyway. I kept hollering if anybody else saw it, but they were too busy talking and working over in the driveway. I took a couple of steps and tripped on a clump of dried grass. The stick I was holding the kite with began to roll in my hands and let out more string. I held on for dear life, burning my fingers and the palms of my little hands as the line played out mercilessly. Finally I had to let it go. I stood crying with my hands stinging. My brother saw the kite wafting away and went running after the stick that was tumbling across the field. I was petrified as I looked up and saw the sphere move straight up and out of sight. I did not tell my brother why I let go, and to this day he does not know. I was afraid they would come back to get me.
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A short story I wrote last year based truthfully on my experience when we moved to a farm in Oregon. It's a young kid's imagination. It didn't help that I still had lingering fears about the above UFO incident in the previous post..
Boxes in the Attic
©2006 Mike Frisbey
There was one that would almost grab me as I frantically leaped down the stairs at our old farmhouse. I could almost feel it starting to touch my shoulders. You had to move quick or it would "get" you. It came out of the attic crawlspace at inopportune times and its cold presence could be felt, especially if you were in the house alone. You did not look back if you wanted to survive.....
You could hear the floorboards creak above as you sat in the kitchen, staring wide-eyed at the door that lead to the upstairs--always wondering if the doorknob actually did turn or was it just your imagination?
Trying to sleep at night, the mice would rattle and scurry in the ceiling and keep you awake. Were they running from something or just out for an evening meal?
Ever present was the crawlspace door located in the corner of the room at the foot of the bed. It loomed larger than life at night, even though it was a relatively small door by day. Sounds could be heard coming from the direction of the crawlspace and your imagination would get the better of you as you kept one eye pealed for any motion.
Inside the attic were large storage boxes. There was plenty of room for something to hide amongst the cobwebs and cardboard. Just exactly what inhabited that dark enclave I never found out--nor did I want to.
Several nights I awoke to an eerie presence hovering above me as I lie in bed. It was if my very soul was being withdrawn from my body. Try as I may I could not move, I could not scream. I felt a pressure holding me down to the bed linens. And it was cold. Cold, like the dark black water in the creek that lapped upon the rocks by the bridge come wintertime. I would lie helpless for what seemed like hours yelling in my brain for somebody to rescue me from my plight. But help never came.
Morning time was the only release as the light from the small windows at the gable of the roof shone in. Smoke would drift in the air as my father stuffed the woodstove with logs on the floor below. I would lie there until I heard him open the door at the bottom stair landing to let what heat there was rise to the second floor. My sister and I stood huddled together in that warm, smoky cloud that rose from the stairwell and hurriedly got dressed for school. I never spoke of the night before or any of the other nights and never did for fear of reprisal.
My nights of torment continued for several years. I would hesitate when told to go to bed, but would never let on the reason why I was reluctant to make the ascent to the second floor. Then one Saturday afternoon, to make matters worse, I watched a science fiction movie on television. Even though the screen I stared at was black and white the vividness of the horror before me was all that was needed to send me ever closer to the edge. The next several nights are a blur. I do not remember much of them nor do I want to.
It wasn't until my 12th birthday that I had had enough. One summer day in the afternoon, I decided to take matters into my own hands. It was time to start acting like a man, to be brave and bring these childish notions and fantasies to an end. Donning a big flashlight and bounding up the stairs, leaping two at a time, I made my way to the crawlspace door, shouting with mock bravery at whatever creature or thing inhabited those nether regions. Grabbing the door I thrust it open and plowed my way in, half bent over to avoid the low ceiling and made it to the lone light bulb and chain that hung from it. Reaching for the light I tugged on the rusted chain as the bulb began to glow, casting its brilliance over most parts of the attic. There before me lie several boxes. I pulled the flaps and opened them all one at a time with diligence. Inside I found pictures of another life we had left behind in the big city, toys that I had not seen in years and multitudes of other things that brought back fond memories--but no creature.
As I stood hunched over scanning the attic crawlspace, I realized what a scaredy-cat I had really been. It was then that a certain uneasy peace came over me that has lasted until even now. As I turned to leave from my victory something caught my eye. I noticed two larger boxes located in an almost inaccessible area, clear at the back of the attic, next to the brick chimney. I was not certain how they got there or who put them there, but I was no longer afraid and no longer concerned.
It was peaceful from then on, except for the scurrying mice in the ceiling above at night. I slept like any other kid.
One year later we sold that old farmhouse and moved to another little town. We bought a house in the country with an attic which we refinished into my bedroom. I completed school there and then moved away never to return.
As I sit writing this now that I am an adult, I sometimes think back to that old farmhouse and the times we had there--having to get up early in the morning to milk the cows and feed the chickens, the horses and the learning to drive that old Farmall tractor. One can only guess what became of the family and children that moved there after us. Perhaps they lived a normal life, perhaps not. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind will always be one thing that haunts me to this very day. I wonder still what was in those two unreachable boxes tucked away at the back of the attic
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Posted: Wed Jul 11th, 2007 03:57 am |
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| could the ufo looking thing you saw as a young child have been spots in your eyes from being jerked around so much from trying to hold onto the kite, and then your mind played tricks on you. We have all "seen stars" from a sudden jerking of the neck and head that seem to shoot around like fireworks, shooting up, or to the left, right, and down. Young minds can be fool easily. Just wondering. Great story either way.
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Wed Jul 11th, 2007 04:27 am |
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TVDinner wrote: could the ufo looking thing you saw as a young child have been spots in your eyes from being jerked around so much from trying to hold onto the kite, and then your mind played tricks on you. We have all "seen stars" from a sudden jerking of the neck and head that seem to shoot around like fireworks, shooting up, or to the left, right, and down. Young minds can be fool easily. Just wondering. Great story either way.
Anything is possible. But that day was weird. That silver globe reflecting sunlight and hanging there was no mirage. And to see it shoot straight up and disappear from where it was motionless in the sky nearly made me pee my pants. No it wasn't a balloon trailing off like balloons do, this was fast, really fast, vertical acceleration.
I do remember though that I DID tell my mom about it, to which she just said ,"oh". Perhaps my brother did hear it from her, but I doubt it or he would have never let me live it down.
Years later I did have an interest in UFO's and read Project Bluebook and all the other wacky stories. I did a senior paper on it. I also checked as best I could for any occurences around that time, but the exact date I had forgotten. I did find similar sightings in that area but can't positively pinpoint it to that same day or days. However my skin crawled when I read about several of those sightings which described in the same detail as what I had seen. Soo..... Mikey sees a airglobe.
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Posted: Fri Sep 28th, 2007 12:41 pm |
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| How you been doing Mike. Just wanted to check in and see how things are with you!
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Fri Sep 28th, 2007 10:54 pm |
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| James, I have been tied up with my business, a number of projects, family and the forum. I haven't had much time to do anything but on our own board. Thanks for asking.
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Posted: Fri Sep 28th, 2007 11:17 pm |
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| Well good to hear that you are busy and well. I just wanted to say hello!
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Mon Dec 24th, 2007 01:49 pm |
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Happy Holidays Mike. I hope you have a save and wonderful holiday!
James
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