For Brian Morin, 11, an extraordinary gateway to “adventure” lurks within an unusual place: the corner of a room in a central Fresno 7-Eleven convenience store.
Brian usually stops by five days a week to check out books from a children’s library inside, created by store owners Sushil Prakash and Josephine Kiran as an incentive to get children in the neighborhood excited about reading.
The catch to lure kids? A free Slurpee or hot chocolate for every book read and summarized in a short book report.
THE MONSTERS THAT SAM AND DEAN HUNT ARE JUST IN AMERICA.
THINK ABOUT ALL THE MONSTERS THAT ARE ALL OVER THE WORLD.
THE FUCKING WORLD.
AND THEN THAT GOT ME THINKING
THERE ARE PROBABLY FOREIGN HUNTERS.
FRENCH PAINTER BY DAY,
FRENCH HUNTER BY NIGHT.
LIKE OUI OUI, YOU BOUT TO GET YO BONES SALTED AND BURNT.
PROBABLY TRAVELS AROUND FRANCE HUNTING GHOSTS AND SHIT.
THERE’S PROBABLY AN IRISH GUY HUNTING AN INCUBUS IN DUBLIN RIGHT NOW,
AND WE WOULDN’T EVEN KNOW.
Considering the American Gods approach of the series, it’s also interesting how different the gods would be. The point of American Gods was that America as a land was worshipped too strongly for too long to hold and take any gods as anything but passing and slightly invasive stories, but in other countries, a god might be much stronger or much weaker. Imagine, say, Scandinavia, where the Norse gods are powerful and overarching, but the Roman and Celtic gods have to up their game to get any amount of power- Lots more violence and death. Or a Vesta who is still given underground virgins to keep her hearth instead of adapting to Christianity- But the Judeo-Christian incubi and the Muslim Djinn are fighting stronger than ever to tempt and destroy her reign, all under a Jove and Zeus both far too powerful to be beaten by a stick. An Osiris who needs more than a Jewish weapon to defeat, because he’s doing his job as judge without having to be jury and executioner- Not when he is still able to work with Ma’at and Anubis and Ammit.
It’s one thing I’d love to see, to be honest- Americans work with other countries to adapt shows all the time, I’d love to see a collaboration.
I’d love to see less of it in the world. Not the same amount but driven underground into exploitative, dangerous structures meant to punish women for sex as is the current mainstream “pro life” result, but actually less.
Because the things that actually would reduce it (and do in other countries)? Higher wages, better health care and maternity options, a stronger economy so more people could afford children. More gender equality. Fewer abusive relationships so more mothers would feel safe. Easier queer adoption so more families would be available. Advances in medicine that would make more conditions curable. Less shit in our food contributing to fetal issues. No or at least way fewer rapes. No or at least way fewer cases of incest or molestation. Less child abuse. Less human trafficking and forced sex work. Better sex education. Less slut shaming. Easier access to good free birth control for all genders. I want to see abortion used rarely because women have such rights over their lives and bodies that they only become pregnant by choice, and for it to be as safe, private, autonomous, and honest as any other medical procedure.
But while that may be what I think, it doesn’t matter a flying pig fart because, not having the capacity to be a pregnant person, it’s not really my fucking business and sure as fuck not mine to dictate or legislate.
ahab was kind and grand enough to cut out the Sparks Nevada theme where Paul F. Tompkins as the Jupiter Spy keeps making Marc Evan Jackson crack up and die, and I thought that everyone should be able to listen to it six times a day like I do.
“…If I could get Ben in any of my houses at any point, I want Ben in my house. What a talent. And an amazing singer. Whaaat? Yeah. No actually, Ben is actually the guy that, there’s no other way to put this, we hate, because while he’s pitching great ideas for Angel he’s drawing really amazing drawings and just leaving them out on the table and then going into his office and playing guitar beautifully and singing, and we’re like, ‘Come on! Leave us something!’ That guy’s crazy. He is actually crazy, but in a talent way.”—Joss Whedonabout Ben Edlund (SDCC 2011)
This actually did happen to a real person, and the real person was me. I had gone to catch a train. This was April 1976, in Cambridge, U.K. I was a bit early for the train. I’d gotten the time of the train wrong.
I went to get myself a newspaper to do the crossword, and a cup of coffee and a packet of cookies. I went and sat at a table.
I want you to picture the scene. It’s very important that you get this very clear in your mind.
Here’s the table, newspaper, cup of coffee, packet of cookies. There’s a guy sitting opposite me, perfectly ordinary-looking guy wearing a business suit, carrying a briefcase.
It didn’t look like he was going to do anything weird. What he did was this: he suddenly leaned across, picked up the packet of cookies, tore it open, took one out, and ate it.
Now this, I have to say, is the sort of thing the British are very bad at dealing with. There’s nothing in our background, upbringing, or education that teaches you how to deal with someone who in broad daylight has just stolen your cookies.
You know what would happen if this had been South Central Los Angeles. There would have very quickly been gunfire, helicopters coming in, CNN, you know… But in the end, I did what any red-blooded Englishman would do: I ignored it. And I stared at the newspaper, took a sip of coffee, tried to do a clue in the newspaper, couldn’t do anything, and thought, what am I going to do?
In the end I thought, nothing for it, I’ll just have to go for it, and I tried very hard not to notice the fact that the packet was already mysteriously opened. I took out a cookie for myself. I thought, that settled him. But it hadn’t because a moment or two later he did it again. He took another cookie.
Having not mentioned it the first time, it was somehow even harder to raise the subject the second time around. “Excuse me, I couldn’t help but notice…” I mean, it doesn’t really work.
We went through the whole packet like this. When I say the whole packet, I mean there were only about eight cookies, but it felt like a lifetime. He took one, I took one, he took one, I took one. Finally, when we got to the end, he stood up and walked away.
Well, we exchanged meaningful looks, then he walked away, and I breathed a sigh of relief and sat back. A moment or two later the train was coming in, so I tossed back the rest of my coffee, stood up, picked up the newspaper, and underneath the newspaper were my cookies.
The thing I like particularly about this story is the sensation that somewhere in England there has been wandering around for the last quarter-century a perfectly ordinary guy who’s had the same exact story, only he doesn’t have the punch line.