Apr. 11th, 2020

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April is here and the Easter weekend starts today. Traditionally a time for bunnies, in Eerie they probably have the Easter Jackalope bringing their chocolate eggs. To celebrate, I'll be posting a different Jackalope-themed bit of merch every day in April.

Here's a knife-wielding 'lope by Eldritch Rach:

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The flower beds outside the Eerie Police Station were filled with pinwheels, and all of them turned sparkling foil faces towards Marshall as he rode by. Each of them had a single eye at the centre, wet and glistening and human, and around every eye antennae protruded like lashes or stamen.

In the early hours, when dawn was just painting the sky and only milk trucks and paper boys roamed the streets, and if the breeze blew just right, the pinwheels would whisper secrets to anyone that cared to listen.

Marshall pedalled fast on those days. The pinwheels were liars.

Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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Body parts hung from every tree. Arms and legs pulled from their sockets and threaded with crude black stitches. Heads where eyes stared blankly, or hung half-lidded, or were gone altogether. Here and there a body, half-melted by the rain and the dew.

"It looks like Harley's bedroom," said Simon, stepping into the clearing and turning in a full circle to take it all in.

"It's pretty creepy," Marshall agreed. "Until you consider the amount of thrift stores this guy must have visited, just to get toys to decorate his spooky fire pit."

"That does kinda ruin it," said Simon.

Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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Marshall took a deep breath, and opened the oven door. Almost immediately, he jumped back as a cloud of steam emerged, filling the kitchen with the smells of roasting meat and rosemary and coating the windows in a fine layer of condensation.

Simon froze in the act of laying the table, one hand white-knuckled around a mismatched trio of very sharp knives. He flinched, and relaxed his grip. Even Dash stopped eating mint jelly out of the jar long enough to check the red light that pulsed steadily in the middle of the unpainted ceiling.

"Did you just cook a meal without setting the fire alarm off?" he asked.

"I... think so?" said Marshall, glancing about in nervous anticipation, as though he expected the salt shaker or the bread bin to burst into flames at any moment. That had happened before, so precautions were always sensible.

"Easter miracle?" Simon hazarded.

Ongoing Verse: Easter Weekend

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Ongoing Verse: Microwave

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The washing machine was leaking again. Marshall fetched a large plastic mixing bowl from the half-forgotten box of kitchen supplies his parents had given him when he'd moved out and placed it beneath the small, steady trickle leaking from under the door.

Today there were fish mixed in amongst the suds. No bigger than his thumbnail and shining with the rainbow iridescence of a soap bubble, they darted back and forth amongst the cloudy depths, agitating the water around them as they went.

Marshall stared at them, then at the glass panel in the front of the washer. No way...

Ongoing Verse: Microwave

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Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History

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"Hey," said Marshall, sliding into the booth opposite Tod and unzipping his backpack. "The library got some of your hold list in, so I picked them up for you."

"Thanks, man," said Tod, kohl'd eyes widening in delight at the sight of "Skandi Metal Bands And You: The Beginners Guide", "Devil's Music: Rocking Out Without Selling Your Soul" and "Steak Sauces to Delight the Dinner Table."

"I thought you didn't eat meat," said Marshall, tapping that last one.

"I don't," said Tod. "But I'm going for my Saucier badge this semester, and these recipes are great for dipping French fries."

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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The pirates claimed that marine worms had eaten their ship. Marshall wasn't sure how a living creature, no matter nightmarishly ugly, could chew through the spectral wood of a ghostly galleon, but Janet shrugged and said, well, it did happen, and had they tried vinegar to keep the worms away?

The pirates explained that all their vinegar stocks had gone down with the HMS Jolly Rodger, and that yes, they knew what HMS stood for and didn't care, and could they please borrow the Baitshop's pedalos, just for tonight?

"You'll spoil them," he'd warned Janet, once the pirates were gone.

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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Tiny translucent bottles lined the shelves, each one carefully sealed in red wax and silver thread, all of them gleaming in the warm light of the reading lamp.

The things inside, horrors lined up alphabetically like the contents of some nightmarish spice rack, snapped and snarled and beat against the smooth slick walls of their prison. Colours that had never existed in the sane world flashed and sparkled, and the air hummed with the scrape of claws on glass.

Euclid Daganfort hung his butterfly net up by the door, opened his tackle box, and added another God to his collection.

Ongoing Verse: Euclid

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Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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Harley had called him Chick Two Junior, and Simon, who hadn't known any of the cockatrice were pregnant and couldn't tell them apart anyway, didn't want to argue with him.

But as he sat on the warm asphalt, pistachio ice-cream already melting in the heat and the tiny void-black chick peeping happily as it ate soupy green goop from a plastic spoon shaped like a shovel, he couldn't help thinking that the name didn't fit.

"What do you think?" he asked the hatchling. "If you could pick a name, what would it be?"

The cockatrice warbled happily. Simon nodded.

"Tweedle-Tweep."


Ongoing Verse: Holmes Brothers

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Out in the cornfields, the wolves were howling. Marshall's skin prickled, fur rising beneath human flesh, and he forced it down again. Behind the counter Mister Radford gave him a sympathetic look, sliding a couple of barely-grilled hamburger patties onto a plate before passing it to him.

Two seats down, Elvis stopped crooning to himself long enough to shoot Marshall a suspicious look, before tossing down a wad of twenties and beating a hasty retreat. Outside, a familiar-looking husky observed through the storefront window, tongue lolling, expression smug.

"Moon's loud tonight," Radford commented.

Marshall nodded, lips tight over long teeth.

Ongoing Verse: Harvest

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Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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Here’s some more episodes of Eerie Indiana.

In The Retainer, Marshall is trepidatious about visiting the dentist. Not suprising when his dentist is Vincent Schiavelli.

His friend Steve has a massive retainer that lets him talk to dogs.

They learn of a conspiracy among the town’s dogs.

The next episode is The ATM with the Heart of Gold. Marshall’s dad has created a friendly computerised teller, slightly reminiscent of Max Headroom.

Gregory Itzin plays the town mayor. He really is the go-to actor for untrustworthy elected officials, isn’t he?

Marshall’s friend Simon starts getting money from the ATM, because he’s nice to Mr Wilson.

In the next episode, The Losers, Marshall’s dad loses an important presentation. The search leads to some strange places, and an appearance by Joe Dante regular Dick Miller. Not surprising, since this episode is directed by Joe Dante.

Another Dante regular is Henry Gibson, who works in the Bureau of Lost.

Next, it’s America’s Scariest Home Video. It’s Halloween, which can’t be good in Eerie. Marshall’s younger brother is stuck in the TV, and the Mummy has got out, only it’s the actor who played the Mummy years ago.

Next it’s Just Say No Fun.

I’ve just noticed their school is BF Skinner High School – named after the behaviourist who invented the theory of operant conditioning, and the Skinner Box, an experiment where doves were trained to collect food from a dispenser. The dispenser would randomly deliver seed in response to buttons the doves would peck, but it was always random. However, the doves would develop momre and more complex, repeated behaviours in the apparent belief that what they were doing was key to the seeds being given.

Simon is given new glasses, and suddenly he’s boring and just wants to do schoolwork.

There’s a tiny bit of the end credits of Mork and Mindy before the next episode.

Then, an episode Heart on a Chain. A new girl, Melanie, joins Marshall’s class. She has a life-threatening heart problem, and is waiting for a transplant. And all the boys in class fall in love with her. She’s played bu Danielle Harris, possibly familiar to you as Bruce Willis’ daughter in The Last Boy Scout.

Marshall gets love advice from Elvis, who lives on his paper route.

It has a sad ending.

This is the last episode here. After this, recording continues with the start of Channel 4 News.
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I've mentioned before that hot chocolate is pretty much my go-to comfort food, and right now I need a pick-me-up more than ever. With that in mind, I bring you Thirty Days of Hot Chocolate!

Today I'm having a Whittards marzipan hot chocolate in a Portobello by Design mug:

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