M of Witches Town @signalstation@witches.town
so long, witches.town
please forward all scrolls, message crows, and visions to: a.weirder.earth/@signalstation
@photopuck @anarchygarden
Wind noise is a factor as well, I've found. I've experimented with this a bit (and put some binaural files up on Bandcamp) but I found that while the headphones are innocuous when you're in public, it's easiest to record indoors, out of any wind. (also: Hi!)
> LEAVE TWITTER
You have to specify a direction.
> GO MASTODON
You have arrived at Mastodon.
The building has dozens of entrances, all with 'official' signage above the door, but with graffiti and stickers and signs all over near them anyway.
> GO TO MASTODON.SOCIAL
You walk towards the door marked 'mastodon.social', and note a parking sign that instead says NO AWOO -- $300 FINE in the typical lettering.
@sydneyfalk @RussSharek
> OPEN DOOR
@tylerhendrix
Sounds like a plan! Good luck with the portfolio! Fingers (and the more dexterous of the toes) are crossed for ya!
@tylerhendrix
That's terrible news. Back in 2015, I was able to send some money your way for a commissioned strip based on a tweet of mine. You still doing commissions? I could at least help out with some grocery money, or something.
@sydneyfalk @RussSharek
> EQUIP MASK OF MISTS (+1 Interaction with Strangers)
@sydneyfalk @RussSharek
> EQUIP MASK
@sydneyfalk @natecull
Aliens 3 Men and a Baby
It's Follow Friday! This week, we recommend following:
Ash of Outside - He never looks behind him! You can follow him through the woods, under bridges, and even into the damp hole he calls home and he won't notice. Follow away!
The Gelded Twins - Everyone who follows them ends up losing them in the Carnival of Silk. Maybe you'll be the first to dodge the silk-weavers and their cold eyes and find out where the Twins roost!
Yours Truly - Not a trap! You can follow me! I'll move slowly! You don't need a torch where we're going! Follow me! And when the air gets musky with spores, breathe deeply! It'll help with the following!
#introduction Afficher plus
It's Friday and we all know what that means! It's time to venture under our homes into the cool caverns in search of mushrooms! You'll recognize them by their sightless eyes, their rubbery flesh, and the strange sounds they make when they're harvested. These sounds sometimes resemble phrases, like "Who's there?" and "Not again!" and "The Elders said these caves were safe! Life is a short misery!" Is this a form of camouflage? Our minds finding patterns where there are none? Who knows! Keep your knives sharp, your flashlights handy, and you should have a week's worth of mushrooms in no time!
Oh sure, everyone laughed when I carved replicas of them out of butter, but who's laughing now? It's my butter friends, and their laughter takes the form of goopy rivers dripping down their cheeks because we're enjoying a day at the The Beach That Forbids the Presence of Doubters. That's the official name, it's on the sign and everything, and you'd know that if you were here or made of butter.
It's Thursday and we all know what that means! Time to grab your Whisper Journals and meet at the town's center to compare notes! What have the Cold Voices hissed at you from under beds, from behind heavy furniture, from under the floorboards this week? Have any names been repeated? Are they still talking about me? If we don't write it all down, we'll never know when the hissing stories align into truth!
Way to go, me... way to not hit enter and alienate folks in the office Slack channel because you think spooky stuff is funny.
While working a Fourth of July event:
So there I was, a weird little clown chugging around on a weird little mutant tricycle.
A guy walks up to me and says, "Nice bike. Give it to me."
I politely said no.
He asked, "Why not?"
Without thinking, I blurted out, "At the moment, This is my means of production. To seize it would be Marxist, and that wouldn't really fit the theme of the day."
He gave me a somewhat confused fist bump and left me to my weirdness.
New from your pal, me, it's LOST TIME INCIDENT 68 - a collection of short fiction pieces all on one page. Hate having to read my timeline or follow me here? Why not ... visit a page instead?
http://www.signalstation.com/lost-time-incident-68-money-and-toast-for-the-rag-picker/
I'm so old I remember when blades could barely trot, never mind run.
Okay, that's all I got. That's the whole movie review.
When I'm not writing odd little bits of fiction, I sometimes string sounds into exactly 45 minute experiences.
Want to hear some Hindi dub, and funk, and Portuguese pop, and beats, and rock, and cut-ups and more? Basically an eclectic collection of tunes?
It's Saturday and we all know what that means! Time for the whole village to grab their sharpest knives and head to the orchard in search of the Apple King. If we find him on his branch, you'll hear the cry of "Justice for the Pips!" as the knives strike home, banishing monarchism again from our fruit pastures.
@oneiro
I guess I have now!