FULL MOON CHALLENGE

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It's a full moon tonight, and that means it's time for our monthly Full Moon challenge. As usual, you can incorporate this challenge however you see fit - tell us tales of madness, shifting tides, werewolves, lunar goddesses, whether the moon landing was real or fake or simply a mass hallucination.

This Week's Z Nation

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Who's seen this week's episode of Z Nation yet?!

Anybody want to discuss That Scene?

Artwork for the next episode of Big Orange Couch Podcast

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Tomorrow's episode: Year in Review-1991!

Dash X fanart by GrantedPlaneArt

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Featuring his Zombies in PJs look.

Buzzfeed: 26 shows you watched as a kid but completely forgot about

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22: Eerie, Indiana

Network: NBC

Original run: 1991 - 1992

Forgotten synopsis: Eerie, Indiana followed main character Marshall as he moves to the town of Eerie and confronts several weird situations and urban legends, including Bigfoot.

Eerie, Indiana triple drabble: Maybe, Even

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Petey scowled. The ring of black makeup around his left eye was smudged, the neat greasepaint circle turned to a dark smear that stretched across the bridge of his nose and disappeared into his hairline.

"We can't do the show without a lead guitarist, Stubby," he said. "What were you thinking?"

Sergeant Stubby's tattooed fingers clenched around his drumsticks. He was scowling.

"I was thinking that I got tired of listening to Bud widdelly-waddle on that fucking Gibson when we're supposed to be practicing," he said. "Every rehearsal, 'widdly-wee, widdly-woo, widdly-wee, widdly-woo', while the rest of us sit here waiting for him to stop grandstanding and actually play the damn songs. Back me up here, Grunt."

They both turned to look at the third remaining member of the Pitbull Surfers. Grunt shrugged.

"Thanks," said Stubby dryly, turning away from their taciturn bassist.

Petey rubbed his face.

"We're going to have to call off the tour," he said.

"Maybe not," said Stubby. He jerked one meaty thumb over his thick shoulders, where a partially-assembled stage stood amidst towering piles of equipment. A figure passed behind the rows of tall black cases, it's steps rapid and purposeful, a heavy coil of wire over one arm.

"The roadie?" said Petey. "Seriously?"

"That or cancel," said Grunt, sounding like he might not care either way.

"I've heard him play," said Stubby. "He's not bad, for a kid."

Petey thought about it, the fingers of one hand tapping out a nervous staccato rhythm against his leather-clad thigh.

"Fine," he said. "I'll go and ask him. What did you say his name was?"

"Tod," said Grunt.

"Stupid name," said Stubby. "He'll have to change that if he wants to be a real Pitbull."

Alone in his bedroom, Tod opened the Beginners Guide to Electric Guitar, and smiled.

( Read the rest of the Trusted Associates verse here )

Eerie, Indiana double drabble: Ducks on a Lake

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They sat on one of the old green-painted benches at the edge of the lake, eating greasy hot dogs that dripped mustard and fried onions onto their laps and watching the birds on the water.

"Hey look," said Marshall, pointing. "There's that one white duck who always hangs out with the goose. He's on his own today."

The white duck spun at the sound of his voice, glaring at him through narrowed eyes and quacking angrily.

Marshall lowered his hand.

"He hates me," he whispered conspiratorially.

Eddie belched, loudly. On Marshall's other side, Nick gave an appreciative thumbs up.

"I'm a bit like a duck," he confided. "All humans are basically ducks, when you think about it."

Marshall stared at his friend for a long, long time.

"What?" he said finally, not knowing how else to respond.

"Yeah," said Nick. "I can swim, he can swim. I can walk, he can walk."

They sat in silence, considering this.

"I mean, obviously there's a different skill level involved," Nick went on, warming to his theme. "Like, my natural state is walking, but I can swim if have to. His natural state is swimming, but he can walk if he has to."

"Ducks can fly," said Eddie.

"What?" said Nick. "No they can't. When have you ever seen a duck fly?"

"Every autumn," said Marshall. "They migrate."

"Oh," said Nick.

Eddie laughed.

"I can't believe you thought you were as good as a duck," he said, wiping his eyes. "What an idiot. Nobody's got three walking Nicks on their hallway wall."

Out on the lake, the white duck quacked in approval before paddling swiftly away. The boys watched it go.

"That duck's really up itself," said Nick resentfully. "Don't feel bad that it hates you, Mars."

"It's jealous," said Marshall.

( Read the rest of the Trusted Associates verse here )

Behind the scenes photos from the shooting of Eerie, Indiana

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