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It's Tuesday, so today you get a choice between two prompts. Pick one, combine both, pit them against each other - on Tuesday, you choose!

This week, your options are:

Ravens versus Fluffy, Fifi and the rest of the Canine Liberation Army
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The old rope swing had been a fixture of the Eerie Woods for years before Marshall had ever heard of Eerie, Indiana. It hung from the thickest branch of the stoutest tree in an otherwise clear spot in the deepest part of the forest. Mushrooms grew in concentric fairy rings beneath it, and local kids dared each other to leap off at the highest point and try to leap clear.

Every now and then someone would try it, and for a while afterwards the halls of BF Skinner Junior High would echo with whispers of mysterious disappearances, of wooden dolls in empty beds and oddly-shaped lumps of stone thrown up by the tides.

Most of the missing never returned, and maybe that was for the best, because the scariest stories were about the ones that came back. Stumbling out of the trees, weeks or months or decades later, their eyes full of cobwebs and their faces unchanged, and something that looked like them already in their place.

Simon watched the raven fling itself back and forth on the green and fraying rope, black wings flapping, giving voice to the occasional hoarse cry of utter delight at the game, and laughed.

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The metal grills protecting the windows of Snappy's Deep Fried Alligator Snack Shack were bent and buckled. In places it had given way entirely, and the dark that lay beyond glittered with a thousand shards of broken plexiglass.

Marshall approached the ravaged building slowly, his camera at the ready. A van lay on it's side, half-hidden behind the jutting shape of Snappy's service window. It's back doors lay open, bags of potato chips spilling out onto the gravel-lined walkway that ran along the edges of Lake Eerie.

A raven sat atop one tyre, still gently spinning in the aftermath of the wreck. It spotted Marshall and gave a hoarse, unwelcoming cry, no less threatening for the fact that the bird giving it was riding the avian equivalent of a merry-go-round.

Marshall froze.

From the inside of the van came a rustling of feathers, accompanied by the soft scrape of scaled claws on metal. Movement in the shadows and then a dozen more ravens came bobbing out into the sunlight, their beaks crammed with cheap buns and cheaper hot dogs.

The sentry raven cawed again. Marshall swallowed and took a step back.

"Hi guys," he said. "Don't mind me. Um... I was just looking for proof of a revenge plot by super-intelligent alligators. I don't suppose you've seen any evidence lying around?"

A huge greyback, it's glossy feathers smeared with something that might have been ketchup but could just as easily have been the remains of the unfortunate delivery driver, shook it's head.

"Oh," said Marshall, his voice a strangled squeak. He cleared his throat and tried again. "Oh. Well, that's too bad. I guess I'll be going then."

The ravens said nothing, though their silence indicated that this might be a good idea.

"Enjoy your picnic," said Marshall, and left.

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The lit interior of the vending machine shone like a beacon in the darkened street. Behind the fogged glass, blurred shapes in faded packaging strained against the coils of metal holding them in place.

Marshall Teller hefted the bag of cursed doubloons in one hand, the enchanted gold humming his name in a sweet, lilting tone that any siren would be proud of.

"This is a bad idea," he said, to nobody in particular. Around him, Eerie lay quiet, keeping it's counsel.

"A mysterious vending machine that only accepts ghost-pirate currency appears out of nowhere," Marshall continued. "You'd have to be the sucker of the universe to fall for that."

The lights in the vending machine dimmed, then brightened. Marshall got the distinct impression that it had winked at him.

He stepped closer, trying to peer through the condensation that streaked the inside of the display case.

The number six button flashed. Once. Twice. Three times. From the coin return slot came the tinny approximation of a raven's caw. The buzz of an electrical current filled the air, though Marshall could see the power lead and the plug lying abandoned on the sidewalk.

He sighed, and reached for a coin.

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The first sitcom about adolescent paranoia and depression Eerie, Indiana is certainly novel way to end the weekend; up against 60 Minutes and Life Goes On, this new series is like Life Stands Still for 30 Minutes. Eerie‘s premise is simple and alluring: Marshall Teller (Omri Katz) is a smart, skeptical teenager whose family has recently moved from New Jersey to Eerie, Ind. Bored silly by Midwestern small-town life, Marshall is soon exhilarated and shocked to discover that Eerie is, as he says each week, ”the center of weirdness for the entire universe”.

How weird? Well, Eerie is a place where crows fly around carrying human eyeballs in their beaks, where the rotund fellow in the bathrobe stooping to pick up morning paper proves to be Elvis Presley. And that’s just in the show’s opening credits. The series’ recent debut is already a near legend for its introduction of Foreverware — human-size, Tupperware-like containers that hold warm bodies in suspended animation for years; a woman down the street from Marshall was selling the stuff door-to-door.

In a subsequent episode, a neighborhood youth whom Marshall had just met discovered that the canines were planning a violent revolt against their masters (The hounds chant, ”Bite the hand that feeds us!” and ”Today, Eerie tomorrow — Indianapolis”) Eerie Indiana has been invented by producers Karl Schaefer (TV 101) and Jose Rivera seemingly to give a wholly different meaning to the phrase ”new kid in strange town.”

Katz used to play a mostly silent, wide-eye son to Larry Hagman’s J.R. on Dallas (talk about your eerie experiences). With his lank brown hair falling over his big, sensitive eyes, Katz is an ideal Eerie Everyboy. His face is hand-some yet blank; each week. Katz’s Marshall tells us different story about some odd person or event in Eerie, and when he looks into the camera to emphasize his sincerity and wonderment, you’re not sure if you’re supposed to think this crazy stuff really happened to this kid, or if he?s just making it up as goes along.

At its best, Eerie combines two pop-culture phenomena: the substantial youth market for supernatural fiction (everything from Stephen King novels to the Nightmare on Elm Street movies) plus the let’s-take these-young-people-seriously attitude that made Beverly Hills, 90210 and Doogie Howser; M.D. touchstones for teen TV audience. Eerie proceeds on the assumption that Marshall’s adventures are so imaginative, so elaborately worked out, that they give adolescent daydreaming a good name, and thus afford much comfort to teenage goof-offs all over America.

So far, however, the show’s concepts have been funnier than its scripts. There are no conventional punch lines in thus laugh track-less sitcom, and most of the jokes rate little more than a smile. You watch Eerie for the small-screen spectacle of it all — to see the way, in the show’s first few weeks, feature-film directors like Joe Dante (Gremlins) and Tim Hunter (River’s Edge) oversaw episodes that summoned up an atmosphere of absurdist suburban dread. In a bit of overstatement more hilarious than anything in their show, Schaefer and Rivera have said that what they’re doing is the TV equivalent of the so-called ”magic realism” of Latin American writers such as Gabriel García Márquez (One hundred Years of Solitude). Sure guys. If Eerie is magic realism, I’m Edmund Wilson. Right now, Eerie is more interesting than entertaining.

And like a lot of interesting comedy, Eerie is, when you stop and think about it for a minute, rooted in some sobering notions. For example, if you believe the tenets of pop psychology and hundred Geraldo/Oprah/Phil talk shows, a boy like Marshall would be, in real life, a perfect candidate for teen suicide. He’s a morose loner with an overactive fantasy life, alienated from his family and most of his peers, whit very little parental supervision. ”I’m worried about Marshall,” said his mom in the second episode, but neither she nor her husband ever does anything about this poor mope of a kid.

Eerie, Indiana certainly gets one thinking, doesn’t it? I also wonder if anyone will ever mention how eerie it is that Marshall’s cute mother (Mary Margaret Humes) and cute sister (Julie Condra) look to be the same age, and whether Marshall’s Oedipal complex is extra-eerie as result. One of the ways this series seems bound to disappoint us is inevitable failure to explore its ideal topic: a male teen’s surreal fears and fantasies about sex. Can’t do that sort of thing before 8 on Sunday nights, can you? Too bad; it could have been a riot. B
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If you've ever seen the Eerie Indiana tie-in books, you might have noticed the website advertised in the back pages: EerieIN.com

Surprising nobody, twenty years later this website no longer exists. However, parts of it are archived at the WayBack Machine.

Sadly, the snapshots from 1999 just show a white page with a parent directory, so we'll never get to see what frames-and-flash masterpiece was originally used to promote Eerie.

However, in 2001 an Eerie Indiana fan named MariaC bought the domain and turned it into the Eerie Examiner:



ANNUAL RAVEN EVENT TAKES PLACE

Written by: Maria C. Copyright 2000 Maria C. and eeriein.com

Yesterday, an important event in Eerie's social calendar took place. Outside the World O' Stuff, locals gathered to watch the 56th annual Eerie Raven Show, where the bird owning citizens could display their pets in competition with each other, in order to win the prestigious Best in Show award. The judges looked for plumage (blackest and glossiest), size, most ominous croak and highest intelligence. The latter was judged by putting the ravens through a series of tests, including the ever popular eyeball retrieval task.

The Best in Show award went to Mrs Laura Sykes, for her magnificent raven, Perky. Mrs Sykes gave the Eerie Examiner the following statement after collecting her prize, the much coveted Eerie Raven Show Trophy.

"I'm just so proud of my little Perky!"

she enthused,

"I found him when he was just a little hatchling, five years ago. I brought him into my home and treated him as if he was my own. I did my best to raise him well, and knowing that all those years of training him have paid off is just fantastic! I can't tell you how happy I am!"

Although Mrs Sykes is obviously overjoyed at her and Perky's achievement, not everyone is so pleased at the outcome of this year's event. We spoke to year's event. We spoke to the 4 times champion, Mr Goodyear, who this year came runner up with his raven, Mordred.

"I can't believe it! This is the first time in five years that Mordred and I have come second! I don't agree with the judges decision - Mordred is quite obviously the better bird, anyone can see that. I think the vote was rigged. I demand the judges reconsider!"

Well, somebody's obviously taking the defeat a little hard. In any case, the judges decision is final. Here is what the chairperson of the judges panel had to say on the matter:

"I am sorry if Mr Goodyear is disappointed with the result of the Eerie Raven Show, but on this occasion it was felt that Perky deserved the prize for best in show. Mordred is a fine bird, and did in fact take the runners up prize. I'm sure that next year, Mr Goodyear will enter him again; maybe he will have better luck next time."

VICIOUS VULTURE VENTS VENOM AT VENUE

Ravens were not the only birds to have a chance of entering the show, with special categories for other carrion birds. Vulture owners came to the show in the hope of carrying off the first prize in this category. However, before any decision could be reached on the judge's part, one of the large scavenger birds broke loose and attacked a member of the crowd. In the confusion that ensued, several other vultures escaped the restraints escaped the restraints of their masters and wreaked havoc amongst the spectators and participants alike.

We spoke to Miss Trent, the owner of Vinnie - the vulture who began the chaos:

"Vinnie's usually such a gentle bird! He's just a bit excitable, that's all. He really didn't mean to cause any harm - he was just playing!"

Once the injured had been transferred to the Eerie Hospital, any errant vultures rounded up, and Miss Trent and her bird led away to explain it to the police department, the event got back under way.

MR JORDAN SPEAKS

At the end of the event, Mr Jordan, head of The Eerie Carrion Bird Society, made a short speech of thanks:

"Fellow people of Eerie; I want to thank you all for participating in this most great Eerie tradition. It has given me great pleasure in seeing that the status of the raven in this town of ours is as strong today as it has ever been, and I look forward to having the honour of attending many more Eerie Raven Shows in the future. God bless you all."

If any readers are interested in knowing more about the Eerie Carrion Bird Society, or would like any information concerning the ownership of ravens, crows, vultures, etc., details of the society will be posted outside the Eerie Chamber of Commerce along with full details of winners and runners up at this year's Eerie Raven Show.

Write Raven Show.

Written by: Maria C. Head Reporter for the Eerie Examiner

If you have any tales youd like Miss. C to investigate, you can contact her at the Eerie Examiner,

Maria C
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Inspired by this unbelievably ugly Christmas ornament.

Milk pooled in the cracks on the sidewalk, trickling into gutters and turning the run off cloudy and white. Simon picked up a discarded carton, turning to the picture of an unsmiling Steve Konkalewski beneath the "missing child" banner.

"His eyes have been pecked out," he whispered, hugging himself inside his over-sized hand-me-down sweater. "Marshall, do you think the ravens have joined forces with the creepy garbage guys?"

Marshall shook his head.

"No," he said. "The ravens never align with anyone outside of other corvids. Plus the garbage men don't even have eyes, so as far as the ravens are concerned, they don't really exist."

Simon clutched the mangled cardboard to his chest, his own eyes darting nervously about.

"What do you think did it, then?" he asked, his voice still hushed. "Is someone going to war with the Eerie Dairy? Is that prophecy the Zoltar machine made about the Mooncalf descending from on high and feeding all of Eerie to the Great Moon Maw finally coming true?"

Marshall looked up, his eyes squinting against the bright and cloudless blue of the winter sun.

"Worse," he said, and pointed.

Above them wheeled a flock of seagulls

"Oh no," said Simon.

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Accidentally typed in Eerie Indiana instead of Halloween and it brought up this raven wreath and this decorative tombstone. Nicely done, website developers.
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The Eerie, Indiana screening in Manchester is one week away, and I need your help, Eerie fans! What should I wear to this, surely the social event of the year? How shall I accessorize? To blunder here is to spend an eternity mired in sartorial regret,and so I turn to you to narrow down my list of options.

I've divided them into three sections: necklaces, brooches and pins, on the basis that I can wear a bunch of different pins and at least a couple of brooches, but only one necklace.

Before we begin the winnowing, though, lets take a moment to be sad that since this takes place in mid-August, I won't get the chance to show off the awesome doorknob scarf [livejournal.com profile] eviinsanemonkey made me, or the Loyal Order of Corn hat by LizzyLittleFish. To make up for it, here they are being modelled by by a rainbow sheep:

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And now, to the choosing!

Miss Tornado Day and Eerie Trio necklaces by AcrylicAsylum. 3D sculpted anatomical heart necklace by AlternativeJewellery. Eerie, Indiana town limits sign by SoozysCraftorium. Camera, coil of film and blue Eerie, Indiana necklace with pink bat charm by Tatty Devine. Key with blue gem necklace by Eclectic Eccentricity. All the rest by Sugar and Vice.

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Better Weird than Dead brooch by Sugar and Vice. Poodle with bone and "be prepared" penknife by Tatty Devine. Eerie, Indiana bookstacks by HelloCrumpet. Husky by Acrylic Asylum. Eerie, Indiana/Z Nation brooch by SoozysCraftorium. Jackalope and Poe Raven by Erstwilder. Raven with rose and ravens on a branch by CherryLoco. Eerie, Indiana logo and Centre of Weirdness map badges by me.

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World o' Stuff and POP: 16661 pins by MattRyanTobin. Eerie, Indiana pin by Super Yaki Stuff. World o' Stuff button by [livejournal.com profile] diello. Pitbull Surfers button by me. El Gordo pin by DemonicPinfestation.

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