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Jan. 25th, 2020
AlixFox on Eerie Indiana
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froodleFound my first pure white hairs coming through this week, so I'm popping a bottle to toast those motherfuckers. I earned them.
— Alix Fox (@AlixFox) January 24, 2020
On course to look like Dash X from Eerie Indiana. pic.twitter.com/g7IwF0sAyr
The Guardian on Round the Twist
Jan. 25th, 2020 01:17 pmfroodleRound the Twist revisited: 'It redefined what a children's program should be'https://t.co/LgUOrVlGlJ
— Alex Ball (@Alexander_Ball) January 25, 2020
froodleRound the Twist revisited: 'It redefined what a children's program should be'https://t.co/LgUOrVlGlJ
— Alex Ball (@Alexander_Ball) January 25, 2020
Round the Twist, Eerie Indiana and The Adventure of Pete & Pete were fantastic!
— Mark Fox Music (@LordFoxworth) January 25, 2020
froodleWatch Round the Twist if you're able to, to discover the perfect balance of creepy, sweet and funny. In a class of its own (maybe with Eerie, Indiana), and responsible for my firm belief that my first kiss would taste like vanilla ice cream. https://t.co/TSGMDFcrOY
— Matt Wieteska (@gamecat) January 25, 2020
elizabethkbanks on an Eerie Indiana novel
Jan. 25th, 2020 01:23 pmfroodleFor my writer friends...if you were able to write a novel or short story tied to ANY license other than your own (Star Wars, CSI, X-Files, etc.) what would it be?
— Jonathan Maberry (@JonathanMaberry) January 24, 2020
Farscape
— ThugLivingInHarmony♏ (@elizabethkbanks) January 25, 2020
Nick Knight
Werewolf(1988) Season 2 needs to be set on fire.
Eerie, Indiana https://t.co/na11eFGm8I
giuliapines on Eerie Indiana
Jan. 25th, 2020 01:25 pmfroodleIf you're in the US, it's on Amazon Prime. If you're in the UK, the region 2 DVD set is about £10 on eBay
— eerieindianadw (@eerieindianalj1) January 24, 2020
Brb off to watch Eerie Indiana! https://t.co/fXB1mKfKgj
— Giulia Pines (@giuliapines) January 24, 2020
naderpardis on Eerie Indiana
Jan. 25th, 2020 01:27 pmfroodleFound my first pure white hairs coming through this week, so I'm popping a bottle to toast those motherfuckers. I earned them.
— Alix Fox (@AlixFox) January 24, 2020
On course to look like Dash X from Eerie Indiana. pic.twitter.com/g7IwF0sAyr
Omg someone else who remembers Eerie Indiana! The werewolf episode would freak me out haha.
— Nader (@naderpardis) January 25, 2020
froodleProbably in the window of Noel's Knick-Knack Bric-a-Brac Emporium.
Ongoing Verse: Leprechaun
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Ongoing Verse: Leprechaun
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Eerie Indiana Fanfiction: Worship
Jan. 25th, 2020 03:42 pmTags:
- a: froodle,
- char: dash,
- char: marilyn,
- char: mars,
- char: mayor chisel,
- char: simon,
- crossover potential,
- fanon: monsieur lapine,
- fanworks: fic,
- fanworks: ongoing verse,
- non-canon: watership down,
- ongoing verse: holmes brothers,
- ongoing verse: microwave,
- ongoing verse: teller family history,
- org: foreverware ladies
froodleEuclid Daganfort looked out over the rows of empty graves, leaned against his shovel, and sighed.
Looking north, he could see the winding road that connected Eerie Cemetery to the rest of the town disappearing over the crest of a hill. Barely visible against the darkening sky of a late January afternoon, the last straggling members of the risen dead stumbled along it. The bright colours of their brand-new sportswear contrasted unpleasantly with the grey-green of rotting flesh as they dragged themselves towards the lights and sounds and smells of the living world.
Wearily, he rubbed his face with one hand, calloused fingers rasping against three-day stubble. He sighed again, just to let the universe know how tiresome he found all this, and began cleaning up the scattered mud and soil left by the departing zombies.
As he worked, he was pleased to discover that many of the grave markers were simply crooked, and resituating them in the newly disturbed soil was a simple enough task. Some, however, had fallen completely, chipping or cracking on the stone pathways or knocking chunks out of their neighbours in their collapse.
It was here that he found it, a glossy trifold pamphlet advertising Eerie Aerobicize. "Get fit and have fun!" declared the bold print on the front. "Special offers for new customers: see inside for details."
Euclid Daganfort, keeper of the Eerie Peace Garden, protector of the living from the dead, and the dead from the living, opened the colourful piece of discarded junk mail and signed for the third time that day.
"Get the life you always wanted!" screamed the headline above a pricelist only mildly inflated for the post-Christmas rush. "New year! New you! Visit our state-of-the-art facility for more info!"
"Well," thought Daganfort. "Even the dead are entitled to self-improvement."
Ongoing Verse: Euclid
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Looking north, he could see the winding road that connected Eerie Cemetery to the rest of the town disappearing over the crest of a hill. Barely visible against the darkening sky of a late January afternoon, the last straggling members of the risen dead stumbled along it. The bright colours of their brand-new sportswear contrasted unpleasantly with the grey-green of rotting flesh as they dragged themselves towards the lights and sounds and smells of the living world.
Wearily, he rubbed his face with one hand, calloused fingers rasping against three-day stubble. He sighed again, just to let the universe know how tiresome he found all this, and began cleaning up the scattered mud and soil left by the departing zombies.
As he worked, he was pleased to discover that many of the grave markers were simply crooked, and resituating them in the newly disturbed soil was a simple enough task. Some, however, had fallen completely, chipping or cracking on the stone pathways or knocking chunks out of their neighbours in their collapse.
It was here that he found it, a glossy trifold pamphlet advertising Eerie Aerobicize. "Get fit and have fun!" declared the bold print on the front. "Special offers for new customers: see inside for details."
Euclid Daganfort, keeper of the Eerie Peace Garden, protector of the living from the dead, and the dead from the living, opened the colourful piece of discarded junk mail and signed for the third time that day.
"Get the life you always wanted!" screamed the headline above a pricelist only mildly inflated for the post-Christmas rush. "New year! New you! Visit our state-of-the-art facility for more info!"
"Well," thought Daganfort. "Even the dead are entitled to self-improvement."
Ongoing Verse: Euclid
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