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Halloween Season: Halloween Mixes

(Evil Nine)

A VHS Halloween mix from Evil Nine

Horror tracks and obscure cuts

1. Canon company VHS logo 2. Blast him – Jay Chattaway ( Maniac ) 3. The revelation – Giovanni Cristani ( Lucio Fulci’s 4. Intro Music – Luigi Ceccarelli ( Rats , Night of terror ) 5. Helicopter – Howard Shore ( scanners) 6. Dialogue from the Bell of Hell 7. Elena & Evil Lessons – Goblin & Stelvio Cipriani ( Ring of Darkness ) 8. Out of the heat – Tangerine Dream ( Firestarter ) 9. Main titles – Robert J. Resetar ( White Phantom ) 10. Mark Knopfler Guitar w/ Dialogue ( Rage of a Ninja ) 11. Light Blast montage – Guido & Maurizio De Angelis ( Light Blast ) 12. Subway terror – Jay Chattaway ( Maniac ) 13. Cruel Demon – Claudio Simonetti ( Demons ) 14. A Dive into the past II – Nico Fidenco ( Zombi holocaust ) 15. Dialogue from Mausoleum 16. Willow’s song – Paul Giovanni ( The wicker man ) 17. Or is it ? – Fred Myrow & Malcolm Seagrave ( Phantasm ) 18. Awaiting the Ogre – Simon Boswell ( Demos III : The Ogre ) 19. Dialogue from Mausoleum 20. Corridor – Simon Boswell ( Ghosthouse ) 21. Virus – john Scott ( Insemenoid ) 22. Opening titles – Thomas Chase & Steve Rucker ( 976-Evil ) 23. Gaze ( with dialogue ) – Charles Bernstein ( Daddy’s Deadly Darling (Pigs)) 24. Snooping 2 – John Hodian ( Girl’s school screamers ) 25. Bela Lugosi’s Dead – Bauhaus 26. Dialogue & Fx from Cannibal Hookers 27. Finale – Jerry Moseley ( Bloodtide ) 28. Dialogue from Hands of steel 29. Gorodish – Vladimir cosma ( Diva ) 30. Monika by the sea – Mark Reeder ( Nekromantik ) 31. Roll in the hay with dialogue – Mathew Morse ( Ninja Vengeance ) 32. See anything you like with dialogue – John Carpenter ( Halloween ) 33. Synth 4 ( FX ) – Pino Donaggio ( the Howling ) 34. Madness outside – John Carpenter ( In the mouth of madness ) 35. Dialogue from Chains 36. Opening titles – Claudio Simonetti ( You’ll die at midnight ) 37. Sequence 5 – Fabio Frizzi ( Zombi 2 ) 38. Blood Sabbath with dialogue – Les Baxter ( Blood Sabbath ) 39. Zombie Parade – Nico Fidenco ( Zombi Holocaust ) 40. In the bedroom – David Lynch – Music & Effects By Tractor ( The Grandmother ) 41. Video Violence Main titles – Gordon Ovsiew ( Video Violence ) 42. Nikki’s choice II Theme iv – Simon Boswell ( Graveyard Disturbance ) 43. Opening Titles / Confession Of Mary Lou Maloney (Hello Mary Lou: Prom Night II) – Paul Zaza & Carl Zittrer ( Prom night 2 ) 44. Worms on the sand – Claudio Simonetti ( Dial Help ) 45. Looking for Monica “ Breakfast “ – Simon Boswell ( Dinner with a Vampire ) 46. New Shipment – Michael Sahl ( Blood Sucking Freaks ) 47. Finale – Kevin Bassinson ( Chains ) 48. The Valley – Goblin ( Phenomena ) 49. High Wall – The Wailers ( Halloween instrumentals ) 50. Bus Station – Tangerine Dream ( Near Dark ) 51. Robots at the factory – John Carpenter & Alan Howarth ( Halloween III ) 52. Dialogue from Cannibal Hookers 53. Rod Hanged – NIght Stalking – Charles Bernstein ( A Nightmare on Elm Street ) 54. Fire Leap – Paul Giovanni ( The Wicker Man ) 55. Cue w/Dialogue – Mark Snow ( Dolly Dearest ) 56. Dialogue from Panic 57. Halloween 2 – The Splash band 58. The boogie man is coming – Dialogue ( Halloween ) 59. Shop Territory – Tangerine Dream ( Firestarter ) w/ The next episode ( accapella ) – Dr Dre & Snoop 60. Main Titles – Fuzzbee Morse ( Ghoulies II ) 61. Day of the reaper – Sean Ruddy ( Day of the reaper ) 62. Fear 22 – Franco Mannino ( Murder Obsession , Follia Omicida ) 63. Inferno – Keith Emerson ( Inferno ) 64. Impending – Claudio Simonetti ( Opera ) 65. Dialogue from Video Violence 66. The Cat / Rita (with Dialogue) (The Grim Reaper) – Marcello Giombini ( Anthropophagous, The Beast (Antropophagus, Man-Eater, ‘The Grim Reaper’) ) 67. London Dungeon – The Misfits 68. Human Fly – The Cramps 69. Illusions 1 – Paul Osborne 70. Jana Bate’s interview dialogue from The Last Horror Film 71. Zombie Parade 2 – Nico Fidenco ( Zombi Holocaust ) 72. Track 3 ( Excerpt ) – Chuck Cirino ( The Return of the Swamp thing ) 73. Ceremony ( Dialogue & FX ) – Michael Sahl ( Blood Bath ) 74. Main Title ‘Paint Her Mouth’ (from Death Wish) (Within The Woods) – Herbie Hancock ( Death Wish ) 75. House of clocks dialogue & FX – Vince Tempera ( House of Clocks ) 76. End Credits – Vince Tempera ( House of Clocks ) 77. Sea within a sea – The Horrors 78. Dialogue from Halloween 79. End credits w/Dialogue – Stephen Tsang ( Bionic Ninja ) 80. Vestron Pictures Logo

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The Book of the Body

By Vivian Darkbloom

Pairing: Mel/Janice

Rating: Mature

Synopsis: A series of vignettes from the perspectives of Mel and Janice respectively. Non-linear time jumps in a retrospective series that provides the shading for the created universe we already have from Darkbloom’s previous stories. This is some peak Vivian Darkbloom, y’all; absolutely beautiful writing.

Note: If you haven’t read Coup de Grace and Venezia yet, go do that before you head down into this story because you will be so confused if you do not.

“The transmission of knowledge is in itself an erotic art.”

—from The History Boys, Alan Bennett

1. Mykonos, 1953

Another moment passes, slowly sculpted by her breath, each one a stepping stone toward awakening. The cobbled path snakes to the beach and beyond, to the coastline gently disrupted by villas and cottages burning white against pale sand and the translucent cool Aegean. Even now, on this overcast morning, the warmth of stone gently blazes under her feet. Going native, or her idea of such: Suntanned, loose hair, wrinkled clothes, barefoot. She had been surprisingly unsurprised by waking up alone. If not for the imprimatur of sex upon the bed, a scented still life of peaks and eddies of bunched-up sheets, pummeled pillows, and dips in the aging mattress, she might have thought it all a fantastic dream, courtesy of her inverted self. But this was what happened when you loved a wanderer: The morning after was usually a solo affair. Mouth scorched dry by the plentiful wine of the previous night, you quietly took account of every delicious ache and made plans to keep yourself occupied until she returned. What was for lunch? Dinner? Would the family from Heidelberg reappear on the beach armed with their gramophone, wooing the seagulls with Beethoven concertos? Where was she? No doubt scrambling over the ruins of a Byzantine church, the very one that made her eyes light up three days ago when they arrived on the island. Under normal circumstances, work would be a legitimate distraction. But this was a vacation: enforced frivolity. The rule had been no books, and none of their attendant paraphernalia either! No lumpy tomes on pre-Hellenistic culture, or pretentious modernist novels, or even racy paperbacks about naughty boarding school girls. No notebooks accompanied by ostentatious yet leaky fountain pens or humble pencil stubs. She felt grateful for the stingy allowance of one Greek newspaper. Was she more troubled by the absence of her lover or the absence of her languages? That morning she had dreamt she was a paragraph. Every motion typed a sentence. She would stretch and with breathless length—hands on the headboard, toes capturing the mattress edge—be a Virginia Woolf sentence, elegantly sprawling, perfectly composed. Or in sleep’s fetal contraction she would mimic Hemingway’s brevity. The absentminded curl of her fingers could be punctuation, perhaps a clutch of semi-colons, and a toss of her black hair an unrepentantly bleak little Brontë descriptor: Brooding on the beach. Too much wine last night. She had stared at the bed, at the meringue of sheets that remained defiantly unmade, reminding her of a thing that before last night she had never done before—well, more specifically, of a thing that she had only ever been on the receiving end of. Even within the prim corridors of her own mind she found it difficult to employ the proper terminology. It was truly unfair to blame the wine. Blame desire, blame love, blame the taste of that body, more an intoxicant than any liquor, blame those hands tangled in your hair and the tongue tracing the edge of your jaw, blame that blessedly husky voice: Do you want to? Blame curiosity. Blame that yearning to dominate, to hold onto what was easily given and somehow never quite yours—never quite yours, because she loved exploring as much as she loved you. I will do anything you want. She took to the role with confident ease. Her body knew what her mind did not, and if she wondered what it would really be like to be a man inside a woman, she did know what it was like to be a woman inside another woman. She always had. The language of her body was not one she had ever easily understood, and as a result screeds lay within her, waiting for discovery, waiting to be read. The sun pulses under thinning clouds, teasing at breakthrough. In the midst of spending alone a glorious day, her most beautiful pages grow distracted, and shiver.

2. Paris, 1944

“I will give anything for a goddamn book in English.”

The old man was the third merchant to whom Janice had made this melodramatic declaration—indeed, she thought of it as rather French-like, resplendent with a sweeping hand gesture. Whether or not he understood, she could not discern: He shrugged apologetically and she moved on to the next stall.

There she found a small volume of Robert Browning, beautifully bound in green cloth, letters stamped in enticing gilt. She hated Browning, but she was desperate. The ambulance unit was grounded for the day. Liberated Paris was cold, occasionally dangerous, and—not surprisingly, for someone who did not want to be there—boring.

Janice waved the book like a flag of surrender, a hopeless declaration of her monolingualism. “Eh—combien?”

The bookseller, finally taking note of her customer, looked up. “Whatever you can afford,” she replied in the kind of rapid, accented English where the words seemed both slow and fast at once—spoken quickly, yet reaching the ear in their own sweet time, like the echo of a transatlantic call where the listener perfectly predicts every stress and syllable. She was small and slender, wrapped tightly in what once was a fashionable belted jacket that now possessed a threadbare glory, and with the type of ripe mouth that demanded lipstick. Her eyes were dark and no doubt held depths that Janice could not, would not imagine plumbing because there was too much pain, too much loss accumulated in four years alone. She was nothing like Mel and yet precisely for that reason, she could not help but remind Janice so powerfully and completely of Mel and of that connection between them, perhaps destroyed forever by arguments as fierce as their lovemaking had been.

Unexpectedly, the bookseller stiffened and Janice realized that she had stared too long. The idle sport of comparison had mercilessly returned her to square one of that inescapable intersection between the truth of her loneliness and her desire.

And, in the wrong place and time, it was the kind of look that could get one’s face slapped. Or worse. But not this time. The Frenchwoman nodded at the book. “I’d take food for it.” With unmistakable intent, both her head and her voice lowered. “Or whatever you’re willing to offer.”

Janice fumbled, caught between the boldness of acceptance and the urge to drop the book on the wooden cart and plunge through the narrow, book-lined street, which now taunted her as if it were an obstacle course. “I don’t have anything with me.”

The bookseller lunged across the carrel and for a moment Janice thought their hands would meet, but instead she tapped the cover of the Browning book, as if sending a seduction in Morse code. “Come back later.”

It was not the first time she had slept in sheets rough and musty, and with a woman whose name she did not know. Afterward, the food she brought—two tins of meat, a package of crumbling biscuits—sat forlorn upon a kitchen table and the twilight mounted within a window frame matched the toneless color of the walls. Perhaps unwilling to spoil things with conversation, or unsure of asking Janice to leave, the woman feigned sleep. Janice sat up in the bed, lit a Gauloise, and watched an elegant distortion of smoke scrolling up the darkening wall. She thought of Mel’s nearly indecipherable handwriting—a particularly angular loop of smoke looked almost precisely like her capital G. I’m in love with someone, she wanted to tell this woman. It seemed bad form, though, to say it aloud to someone you just fucked, particularly for the sole purpose of erecting a boundary between what she had just done and the confines of her heart. So she repeated it within the quiet of her mind, and wrote it, indelibly and invisibly, upon the walls.

3. Venice, 1973

“Don’t you have to go?”

Go? Francesca thought. And leave the sheets that gently lapped at her skin, the soft cradle of the pillow, the experienced hand gliding along her back? Abandon all this, for seeing Lo straniero senza nome—Clint Eastwood on screen, lasciviously serenaded by an audience of stoned, giddy whores?

So she does not move. “Do you want me to go?”

Mel does not answer. Rarely does she answer any direct question put to her, leaving Francesca to methods of interrogation both rigorous and rude, and steeped in dirty tricks: She demands answers while naked and seemingly immersed in the task at hand—while teasing a breast with her mouth, while pushing a hand between two willing thighs. The coin of knowledge, she has discovered, can rival the lure of real money, at least under certain desperate circumstances.

Tell me where you grew up. Later, Francesca recalled the strange thrill she had in a bookstore, finding a map of the United States and seeing the jagged, prescription-pink state of South Carolina resting under her finger.

Tell me about your mother and father. “I don’t remember my mother very well—anymore. But I do remember she never liked to sit still, and she loved to sing along with the radio. My father was very tall and very charming and very smart. I inherited the tall part from him. I’ve never been quite convinced about the rest.”

The first person you kissed? “A boy named Jason. I was 17, he was 18. He had invited me to his grandmother’s house for dinner. Dessert was strawberry pie—fragole, cara. So when he kissed me later, it tasted like that. Like strawberries. It led me to believe all sorts of mistaken things about men.”

Tell me about the woman you won’t talk about. Melinda’s eyes had closed at that. “You know I can’t.”

Tell me why I feel deeply for you. This one she never asked. Feelings were an exaggeration, a fiction for those who had the luxury of reading, a dangerous imperative that would be the first line in a story of fantastic heartbreak.

The fingers stop their intricate gavotte upon her back. “I have something for you.”

Francesca rolls over and already Mel, dark robe silkily billowing with motion, is halfway across the room and retrieving something from the hazardous stacks of papers and books that threaten a literary landslide from the hotel desk.

It’s small, rectangular, flat, wrapped in brown paper. Definitely not a dildo. But a book? One of those fantastic old bound volumes carrying the heady scent of leather, the seductive undertow of dead languages? What in hell would she do with something like that? Even more importantly, Francesca wonders as she fondles the parcel, why does she want something like that? “Such exquisite wrapping!”

As only a retired professor can, Mel smiles indulgently. “Showing off your English again.”

“You do the same in Italian,” Francesca retorts and, for good measure, throws in a contraction, something which she usually avoids because she fears her tongue will not leap over that peculiar floating apostrophe: “Don’t you?”

“Touché.”

She peels away the brown paper. It is a simple blank cahier, with lined pages and a ribbed, elastic enclosure that promised to hold tightly whatever words that may be entrusted to it. It’s the kind of black notebook she sees in use among many skinny, bespectacled café habitués, the ones who drink and smoke and talk too much. The ones who could not afford a minute of her company. “An empty book.” To reflect my empty mind?

Mel seems amused at her visible and puzzled disappointment. “For you to write in.”

Her face tingles with the burn of self-consciousness. “And why would I want to do that?”

“You’re always scribbling away on those pieces of paper you keep in your pockets. So I thought you might benefit from a proper writing journal.”

“Oh.” You notice me. This prompts elated anguish.

“But—if you don’t like it, or if you have no real use for it—“ Mel makes a teasing reach for it.

“No.” She clutches the journal to her bare chest, as if it were really going to be taken away. “I want it.”

Mel permits a smile to cross her features. Twice in one day, Francesca thinks, even though this one is small, spectral—a ghost of a smile for a ghost of a woman. “Good.”

Imagining herself in a kind of freefall, Francesca keeps the black notebook against her as she tumbles back onto her stomach. The slick cover warms against her skin as she presses her face deep into the pillow, smothering the dangerous feeling that tightens her throat. The inscription upon her body begins anew, and she submits to fingers upon flesh, bone against sinew, to a language that, in its state of partial comprehension and consummate allure, is maddening.

4. Cambridge, 1947

This room, this house, this Indian summer, this woman. More specifically, this beautiful woman who had somehow alchemized the dreary task of organizing their combined libraries (including the sizable one she had inherited from her scholar father) into a kind of sacred erotic act. Whether human or book, spines fit sublimely snug into Mel’s palm—that very morning, the heel of her hand had pressed deep into Janice’s back, I can feel your bones, she had said in a voice that marveled and with a touch unraveling into reverence, and then Janice had realized that no one had ever touched her quite like this, as if wanting to get under her skin.

Now, in the study, Mel sifted through pages tissue-thin or frayed and stiff, and with every touch and caress she recalled the provenance attached to every book—Janice could read it plainly upon her relaxed face—the gifts, the impulsive purchases, the ones she loved when younger, the ones her father loved, the ones mocked and marked in the margins by the ruthless academic tag team of Pappas pere and fille.

“We don’t need three copies of Suetonius, do we?”

Acutely aware of her uselessness in this endeavor, Janice languished sweatily on the sofa. If her damp shirt were not marrying itself to the leather material, it was at the very least in the act of a fevered proposal. “I’m not sure we even need one.”

“Indeed we do. A professor needs a proper library, Dr. Covington.”

“But I plan on being a very improper professor. Given what we did here last week—”

“We can’t ever do that again.”

Her forcefulness both surprised and disappointed Janice. “No?”

“Not on the desk, I mean,” Mel amended.

“Oh.” Relieved, Janice wondered how sturdy the dining room table was.

“Because the whole time I kept thinking my father would be spinning in his grave, knowing what I was doing on his desk.”

“I dunno. I think he’d be happy to see you get good use out of it.”

Mel laughed. “You’re terrible.” She knelt before the open foot locker where Janice’s books had been moldering for several years—and where Janice would have been quite content to keep them—and pulled out a particularly warped, water-damaged clothbound edition of Joseph Conrad’s Nostromo. Her mouth curdled. “Good thing you didn’t fall in love with a librarian. This would be grounds for separation.”

“Oh Christ, toss that,” Janice groaned. As it was placed in the disappointingly small “to go” pile, her eyelids fluttered shut.

“I didn’t know you liked Browning.”

“I don’t.” It slipped out before Janice realized it. She opened her eyes, sat up, and stared at the slender, green-gold book that Mel held.

Her mind had successfully buried the incident surrounding her acquisition of the book, and had even gone so far as to spin out several convincing, believable plot lines involving its perceived loss—left in a café or on a bench near the Tuileries, given it to one of the other drivers, tossed it into the Seine—but here it was again, in all its unforeseeable stupidity, glaringly out of place and time. At odd intervals over the years, she had wondered what happened to the woman, thought of her stiff, trembling body, her awkward caresses, her unconvincing compliments: You’re very handsome. Was she happy, and no longer lonely? Was she even alive?

Mel raised an eyebrow. “A gift?”

I thought I would never see you again. “You could—say that.” If only because it made me realize how much I really love you, and how no one could make me feel the way you do.

As excuses, they were worthless. The truth was usually like that.

“Well.” Mel touched the bridge of her glasses. “I like Browning.” She gave the book a thoughtful glance before consigning it to the poetry shelf. As if performing a magic trick, her hand passed elegantly across murky cloth spines as she aligned the Browning against the other books. And then she met Janice’s look with a smile simultaneously kind and serious, as befitting someone intent on acceptance no matter the act or the consequences, and generous in the difficult art of forgiveness.

It took no more than two bold, long steps for Janice to reject the sofa, cross the room, and surrender to an embrace. The v-neck of Mel’s blouse formed a luscious snare hinting at the mysterious intoxicant of her scent, her skin. From this source Janice indulged in a deep draft and instantly felt as if she’d downed a dozen blazing shots of bourbon—and while her legs wavered, it was only because they were tangled with a pair much longer than her own. Mel’s mouth, hot and insistent, found hers and with a delighted shiver she opened her mouth wider, welcoming the sweet exploration that followed. Frenzy subverted intention by creating a panicked taskmaster—Mel was attempting to unbutton her shirt while unbuckling her belt—while they staggered away from the desk and toward the desk’s companion, an broad old leather chair which, Janice hoped, did not share the desk’s verboten status. Regardless, they tumbled into it and she found herself neatly straddling Mel’s lap and anticipating the hand that successfully breached both belt and trouser buttons.

The important things would come later. Only under the complete cover of night did she feel safe enough to say things like I love you, to savor the words in her mouth, to taste their reverberation as they unfurled into darkness—to see and feel nothing beyond that, and to give nothing but the purity of words and their intent to a woman who loved language.

5. South Carolina, 1933

The backyard spilled down the incline at such a precipitous angle that it appeared the land was running away from the civilization implicit in the large, domineering house— until it was finally truncated by a dirt road that had seen a history of horses, carriages, wagons. Runaway slaves had also traveled this same road, limned in moonlight and heading north—or so she had been solemnly told by the family maids, cooks, grooms, and stablemen. Now it served largely as a shortcut to and from the high school.

From the vantage point of the back porch she watched the occasional straggler from the school walking home, and she felt an absurd sense of superiority: for she was already at home, had drunk an entire glass of sweet iced tea, and was studying even though she was officially a week ahead of everyone in history and geometry and math and everything else and light years ahead of them all in Latin. Mel looked up from The Elements of Structural Botany. No one was on the road now, except for one girl.

She had never paid much attention to the girl before. Her name was Carol Ann and she was relatively new in town—her family was from Beaufort. Practically an entire year had passed without them saying much to one another beyond cordial hellos and drawling how-are-yous. And now it was late spring, blossoms bedded on the ground, and that girl Mel had barely spoken to all year long was now loping down the path from the school, alone, with the sun etching gold into every darkened shade of her dirty blonde hair and her bare arms swinging with a loose-limbed grace and slowing, for a barely imperceptible moment, as she turned toward Mel and waved with neighborly vigor.

For whenever I look at you even briefly

I can no longer say a single thing

In her father’s library, there were secret compartments of books discerned to be too dangerous and too adult, still, for her youthful tastes. She found them months ago, including the Loeb Lyra Graeca and, contained between its green cover, the slender treasure of Sappho’s verses.

In the turmoil of reading them, she was not exclusively undone by the poet’s objects of affection, but by the rule of passion that governed every word. She waited for passion. Every day, when she would witness Ruthlee desperately seize the arm of her boyfriend, or the fiery, slavish intensity of girls gathered around Mr. Maines, the English teacher, or Jason’s bright, adoring gaze aimed squarely at her, she waited.

But within the sharpened shadows of a late spring afternoon, on a dirt road where a beautiful girl walked alone, she waited no longer; the knowledge she craved was finally hers. A delicate flame runs beneath my skin, the ancient poet had written, and now she knew exactly how that felt. And yet she could find no other words to describe the feeling, or to say, even to herself, what it made her. It would take years to build the vocabulary of love and desire and to discard much of the shame she would feel as a result, but now, for the first moment in her life, she burned.

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President’s List Fall 2018

NATCHITOCHES – Six hundred and fifty-four students were named to the Fall 2018 President’s List at Northwestern State University. Students on the list earned a grade point average of 4.0. Those named to the President’s List listed by hometown are as follows.

Abbeville – Annemarie Broussard, Heather Mayard;

Alexandria – Eric Weinzettle, Brandi Beaudoin, Leslie Bordelon, Claudia Gauthier, Ian Grant, Angela Hardin, Martha Hopewell, Jaliyah Jasper, Kasey Lacombe, Hunter Lewis, DeShonta Manning, Allison McCloud, Jalyn Mvcneal, Madeline Mitchell, Jennifer Prevot, Jabari Reed, Sailor Reed, Shacora Simpson, Kayla Whittington;

Anacoco -- Nicole Fitzgerald, Brittany Lewis, Caitlin McKee, Cassandra Osborne, Seth Ponthieux, Casey Williams, Megan Williams;

Anchorage – Sydney Bulot;

Arcadia – Antavious Roberson, Ralyn Simpson;

Arnaudville -- Zachary Leboeuf, Alayna Moreau, Misti Richard;

Ashland – Victoria Roderick;

Baker – Katelyn Kennedy;

Ball – Nickolas Juneau, Joseph Reynolds;

Barksdale, AFB – Kimberly Ventura Gonzalez;

Basile – Adam Elkins;

Bastrop – Nikkia Lewis;

Baton Rouge – Meagan Barbay, Diamanisha Betts, Madison Harris, Hannah Knoff, Jordan Lancaster, Tremia Lockett, Henrietta Mercer, Daniel Midyett, Emma Rivet, Victoria Simmons;

Belcher – Sierra Lang;

Belgrade, Serbia -- Emilija Dancetovic;

Belmont – Kelly Bass;

Benton – Victoria Berry, Tamara Korner, Bridget Miller, Jessica O’Neal, Finnley Plaster, Comis Waddell, Kathryn Watts;

Bienville – Julie Martin;

Boise, Idaho – Jessica Anderson;

Bossier City – Maddison Abreo, Jayde Barnett, Brittany Batchelor, Hannah Brooks, Kendall Caple, Izabela Carabelli, Callie Crockett, Peyton Davis, Hannah Gates, Joshua Greer, Jada Grigsby, Peyton Harville, Caylin Head, Savanna Head, Nicholas Hopkins, Kijah Johnson, Brandon Larkin, Chelsea Laverdiere, April Lebick, Katherine Parson, Colby Ponder, Taylor Powell, Jade Reich, Jami Rivers, Jalyn Robertson, Reid Rogers, Madison Rowland, Donna Spurgeon, Savannah Stevens, James Taylor, Kaitlyn Walker, Eric Zheng;

Boutte – Samantha Vernor;

Boyce – Katelyn Brister, Dylan Frazier, Sonya Hill;

Breaux Bridge – Beyonkan Heine, Emily Roy;

Broussard – Dylan Dunford;

Brownsville, Texas – Emily Saldivar;

Brussels – Leyla Fettweis;

Bunkie – Emily Arnaud,

Burleson, Texas -- Addison Pellegrino, Cassandra Smith;

Calhoun – Grace Cummings, Robert Mccandlish;

Calvin – Erin Price;

Campti – Alisha Bedgood, Rebekah Cole, Madelynne Greer;

Carencro – Melody Woodard;

Carrollton, Texas – Victoria Miller;

Cartagena, Colombia – Aura Hernandez Canedo, Jorge Ojeda Munoz, Hassik Vasquez Narvaez;

Cheneyville -- Katelyn Baronne;

Clarence – Jalicia Small;

Clifton – Brittany Shackleford;

Colfax – Alyssa Coleman, Lessie Rushing, Elizabeth Slayter, Morgan Vandegevel;

Conroe, Texas – Sidney Salmans;

Converse – Shayna Brown, Hayley Farmer, Wade Hicks, Mallory Mitchell, Hannah Womack, Logan Woodward;

Cotton Valley -- Nicholas Smith;

Coushatta – Sydney Anderson, Kaylee Antilley, Debra Hanson, Jon Hester, Mary James, Cynthia Lawson, Baley McAlexander, Precious Smith;

Covington -- Henri Blanchat, Justin Brogdon, Rachael Coyne, Sarah Shiflett;

Crowley -- Ma'Kayleen Milson;

Custer, South Dakota – China Whitwer;

Cypress, Texas – Alexis Warren;

Dakota Dunes, South Dakota – Eryn Sandwell;

Denham Springs – Joni Burlew;

DeRidder – Delia Amadiz, Lauren Callis, Tabitha Deer, Colten Denning, Falon Drake, Rebekah Frantz, Shydae Hammond, Karli Kennedy, Briana March, Brittney March, Shayla Miller, Jessica Mullican, Hannah Plummer, Rebecca Richmond, Cheyenne Vander, Michael Waryas;

Des Allemands – Emily Blanchard, Claire Schouest;

Destrehan – Hannah Boquet, Stephanie Webre;

Deville – Briana Ashley, Allison Deglandon, Amber Kreideweis, Aubree Lampert, Kenedy Lampert, Madison Lejeune, Maci Mayeux, Caleb Rhodes;

Diamondhead, Mississippi – Melissa Boyanton;

Dodson – Rachel Broomfield;

Doyline – Lucas Darbonne;

Dry Prong – Jared Boydstun, Ashlee Elliott;

Edmond, Oklahoma – Payton Hartwick, Ashley Medawattage;

El Paso, Texas – Christopher Barron;

Elizabeth – Amanda Cloud, Sadie Perkins;

Elton – Kayla Bellard;

Endicott, New York – Tonya Rackett;

Evergreen – Walter Armand;

Falfurrias, Texas – Marco Arevalo;

Farmerville – Malissa Loyd;

Florien – Shayla Duhon, Amber Lewing, Caroline Matthews, Dylan Roberts, Jordan Weldon;

Folson – Shaylee Laird, Sarah Moore;

Forest Hill – Rafael Sierra;

Forney, Texas – Jobey Rusk, Jared Walker, Jayden Wheeler;

Fort Polk – Brittany Chadwick, Kyley Cole, Shaunda Gordon, Miranda Illsley, Cynthia Schwartz, Sasha Trevino, Cherie Martel;

Fort Worth, Texas – Corban James;

Franklin – Emily Kutchenriter;

Franklinton – Crystal Newman;

Frisco, Texas – Caroline Shepherd;

Garland, Texas – Sierra Stone;

Glenmora – Alan Crowder, Reagan Humphries, Melissa Lanier, Faith Lawrence;

Goldonna – David Day, Harley Godwin;

Gonzales – Rebecca Marchand, Nicole Moody, Molly Moran, Bailee Ramey, Denee Smith;

Grand Prairie, Texas – Clayton Casner;

Grapevine, Texas – Margaret Black;

Greenwell Springs -- Cheramie Kravitz;

Greenwood -- Char'Tarian Wilson;

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Haughton – Luther Cain, Jessica Chase, Brittony Cole, Randi Corley, Bethanie Couch, Alexis Hoeltje, Victoria Lodrini, Savanah Molina, Amber Simmons, Heather Wooden, Dawn Young;

Heath, Texas – Megan Lohmiller;

Henderson, Texas – John Floyd, Emily Ortiz;

Hermon, Maine -- Allessa Ingraham-Albert;

Hessmer – Ryan Armand, Lacee-Beth Cazelot;

Hineston – Gabrielle Merchant Langley, Tylee Stokes;

Hope Mills, North Carolina -- Taylor Camidge;

Hornbeck – Brandy Alford, Lane Alford, Kimberly Runyon;

Houma – Alexis Dardar, Billy Gorr, Sarah Lajaunie, Corinne Paris;

Houston, Texas – Kendall Westfall;

Humble, Texas – Aiyana Bean;

Huntington, Texas – Travis Carrell;

Iowa – Keiona Guy, Matthew Phillips;

Irving, Texas – Darria Williams;

Jacksonville Beach, Floria – Katherine Medlin;

Jefferson – Jaleia Parker;

Jena – Christian Aymond, Alanna Hailey;

Jennings – Aimee Boothe, Alyson Brown, Janee Charles, Rachel Edwards, Rachelle Edwards, Wesley Simien, Lydia Williams;

Jonesboro – Jordan Winston;

Kaplan – Gabriel LeMoine;

Katy, Texas – Erik Carver;

Keithville – John-David May, Cora Procell, Janae Richardson, Joanna Sims;

Kenner -- Brooke Petkovich, Parul Sharma;

Kentwood – Jenna Morris;

Kileen, Texas - Temitope Buraimoh, Arlyn Johnson;

Kinder -- Jonathon Villareal;

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Lawtell – Karoline Guidry;

Lecompte – Hannah Glaze;

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Little Elm, Texas – Hunter Gagnon;

Logansport – Trenton Timmons, Rebecca Tomlin;

Longview, Texas – Gustavo Corrales, Kelli Hickerson, Samantha Morris;

Lyons, Kansas – Jennifer Rogers, Mary Rogers;

Machesney Park, Illinois – Alicia Teran;

Mamou – Alex Chapman, Meggie Granger, Nicholas Saucier;

Mandeville -- Shannon Roussell;

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Mansura – Bailey Quebedeaux, Distiny Thompson;

Many – Skyler Ezernack, Heidi Knight, Jaleah Lee, Lathan Meyers, Xavier Montgomery, Chas Pilcher, Tessa Reeves, Samantha Simmons;

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Marrero – Lorn Bourgeois;

Marshall, Texas – Laurann Graham, D’Sherrick Williams;

Marthaville – Emeri Manasco, Hanna Pardee;

Maurepas – Cameron Mayfield, Abigail Smith;

Maurice – Adam Courville;

Melissa, Texas – Kylah Banasky;

Merryville -- Kalan Townsley;

Metairie – Kaitlyn Arena, Morgan Nuss, Holly Schiler, Mary Strickland, Sadye Treadway;

Minden – Aubrey Dennis, Jess Easley, Laura Gryder, Taya Hester, Kiara Jenkins, Abigail Reynolds, Amanda Rogers, Heather White;

Mississauga, Ontario, Canada – Kayla Bomben;

Mobile, Alabama – Emily Cristina;

Monroe – Demonta Brown, Aaron Hunt, Grace Underwood;

Montgomery -- Shelly Crew, Katelym Feazell;

Mooringsport – Abigail Wolfe;

Mora – Gracy Rowell;

Moreauville – Sean Casey;

Morgan City – Allie Atkinson, Jeremy Orgeron;

Morse – Kierra Linden;

Mount Hermon -- Warren McFarlain;

Muleshoe, Texas -- Caitlyn Barber;

Murphy, Texas – Bronte Rhoden;

Murrieta, California – LaQuitta Wilkins;

Napoleonville – Elizabeth Coleman;

Natchitoches -- Austin Aldredge, Ragan Aple, Luz Arrieta Jimenez, Rebecca Autrey, Sarah Aviles, Francisco Ballestas-Sayas, Joshua Below, Dylan Bennett, Sarah Bergeron, Allison Berry, Sara Coates, Anna Coffey, Fabian Correa Guette, Haley Dahlhoff, Elliot Davis, Ruth Garcia Rodriguez, Samantha Hall, Kaitlin Hatten, Taylor Johnson, Anthony Jones, Mary Keran, Colby Koontz, Scott Macqueen, Miranda Mayeaux, Rylie Mcfarlain, Jordan Mitchell, Maina Ibn Mohammed, Kaitlyn Nieman, Brooklyn Noe, Abigail Poe, Jonah Poe, Melissa Remo, Shelby Riedel, Alyssa Roberts, Kayla Roquemore, Emily Ryder, Emily Salter, Madison Shade, Melissa Slaughter, Madeline Taylor, David Thibodaux, Kristan Valdez, Lantz Vercher, Elizabeth Vienne, Madysen Watts;

New Iberia -- Jaci Jones, Grace Kerns, Payton Romero:

New Llano – Nicole Naral;

New Milford, Connecticut -- Lisa Rosenberg;

New Orleans – Jerome Baudy, Haleigh Giorlando Wall, Jaime Hendrickson, Tayla Oliver;

Noble – Allie Ebarb, Collin Procell;

Noyen sur Serthe, France -- Emma Miachon;

Oakdale -- Cheyenne Bertrand, Alyssa Cole, Katelyn Johnson, Coriana Moreaux, James Obrien;

Oil City – Ryan Connella;

Olla – Brianna Corley, Kristen Smith;

Opelousas -- Lauren Hebert, Keshayla Jackson, Alexia Rubin, Jaylen St. Romain;

Pacifica, California -- Nicholas Pierotti;

Palmetto, Florida -- Cindy Hernandez;

Paris, Texas -- Jordan Whatley;

Pearland, Texas – Tanisha Williams;

Pelican – Mary Myers;

Pereira Risaralda, Colombia -- Mariana Ospina Rivas;

Pineville – Malek Abdelhadi, Taylor Bailey, Riley Bell, Tasha Blanchard, Christian Boudreaux, Latasha Cain, Noelle Carruth, Amber Edmisson, Erin Fallis, Kara Johnson, Michael Martin, Emily McCarty, Cade Mitchell, Wendi Powell, Morgan VanBuren, Corbi Walters, Wesley Williams, Alan Winegeart;

Pitkin – Mattie Stewart;

Plaquemine – Kameron Landry;

Plaucheville -- Brooke Dauzat;

Pollock – Jadynn Giles;

Pontotoc, Mississippi – Elizabeth McCullar;

Port Allen – Makayla Lacy;

Port Barre – Madison Estis;

Port Orange, Florida – Sean Logan;

Prairieville – Rebekah Bonner, Colleen Carline, Roy Cobb, Andrea Gathercole, Sarah Makin;

Princeton – LeKayla Smith;

Provencal – Kara Gandy, Rebekah Orsborn, Bailey Scarbrough;

Ragley – Elizabeth Jaycox, Cole Spponer;

Raleigh, North Carolina – Aleida, Alfonso;

Ringgold – Regan Edwards;

Riverview, Florida – Robyn Larson;

Robeline – Jessica Clark, Patricia Goodwin, Alyssa Maley, Bergen Oge, Caleb Wester;

Round Rock, Texas – Evan Nafe;

Ruston – Jena Green;

Saint Francisville – Sara Baggett, Jordan Bringedahl;

Saint Martinville – Blake Blanchard, Alli Douet;

Saint Rose – Alexis Mancuso;

Saline – Madelyn Cheatwood;

San Antonio, Texas – Tiffany Rubin;

Saskatoon, Saskatchewan – Loren MacLennan;

Scott – Sydni Larriviere, Kristen Prejean;

Seabrook, Texas -- Amy Whitecotton;

Searcy, Arkansas – Lora Wood;

Shenzhen, China – Yinglin Yuan;

Shreveport -- Lindsey Adkins, Mackenzie Allen, Hannah Angell, Yasmeen Bader, James Baldwin, Katelynn Benge, Maddison Benge, Hallie Bloxom, Erin Brown, Kaysie Burgess, Abigail Davis, Jackson Driggers, Jennifer Eaves, Jennifer Elliott, Samantha Freeman, Peyton Gamble, Leah Gould, Melina Johnson, Tatyanna Kinsey, Kaitlyn Knighton, Katherine Mckay, Maxey McSwain, Madison Milligan, Myles Mitchell, Cayla Morris, Megan Osborn, Mallory Parker, Bailey Patton, Zachary Person, Haley Pickett, Taylor Poleman, Patricia Reed, Madelyn Ruiz, Catherine Shaw, Shelby Sowers, DeAndre Stevenson, Khaila Tucker, Ansonia Wisner;

Sibley – Julianna Schober;

Simmesport – Bailie Marsh, Elise Normand;

Simsboro – Autumn Smith, Shelby Wall;

Slaughter – Ciara Gibbs;

Slidell – Ayrianna Edwards, Katherine Gallinghouse, Parker Gwaltney, Abigail Miller, Sabrina Miller, Holly Penta, Rachel Reed, Jourdan Waddell, Olivia Warren;

Spring, Texas -- Sydney Normand;

Stinnett, Texas – Dalin Williams;

Stonewall – Mildred Hooper, Mallory McConathy, Emily McConnell, Brooke Meade, Clinton Oliver, Mackenzie Panther, Kassidy Parker;

Stuttgart, Germany -- Antonia Blattner;

Sulphur – Tiffany Lyons, Bryttani MacNamara;

Sunset – Lindsay Thibodeaux;

The Woodlands, Texas – Tyler Rapp;

Thibodaux – Sheridan Duet, Maegan Davis;

Tool, Texas – Kimberly Kidney;

Toronto Ontario – Rhea Verma;

Trout – Makayla King, Zachary Long, Deana Poole, Devon Smith, Andrea Walters;

Venice, Florida – Alexis Weaver;

Ventress – Racheal Gaude;

Ville Platte – Gabrielle Chapman, Joshua Galland, Alex Gautreaux;

Waco, Texas – Isabella Hudson;

Walker – Johnny Brister;

Washington – Tarik Andrus;

Welsh – Alisha Ledoux;

West Helena, Arkansas – Brittani Arana;

West Monroe – Julianne Cousans, Laura Lovell;

White Castle – Cassidy Blanchard, Gavin Landry;

Whitehouse, Texas – Jackson Allen;

Wilmington, Delaware – Amy Bourett;

Winnfield -- Tamierrea Alexander, John Collins, Simona Curry, Michael Duke, D’Tyria Duncan, Joshua Goins, Kassidy Grantadams, Kelsey Jordan, Elizabeth Parker, Caroline Womack, Maggie Womack;

Winnipeg, Manitoba – Tyra Duma;

Woodworth – Christian Jeansonne, Jonathan Magnano;

Wylie, Texas – Alexis Perry;

Yaroslav, Russia -- Polina Mutel;

Youngsville – Jessica Gilmore, Brandon Granger;

Zakopane, Poland -- Patrycja Polanska;

Zwolle – Shakelia Maxie, Holden Rivers.

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Profiles in IMDb Greatness: Glenn Fleshler

I love the Internet Movie Database. was that the big boy from Modern Family working the front desk at a hotel in Almost Famous? Sure was. As such I enjoy looking over random performer pages and arbitrarily judging the scope and quality of their careers to determine if they merit entry into my vaguely defined IMDb Hall of Fame. Today’s enshrinee: Glenn Fleshler

Hello old friends, hope everyone is doing well during this pandemic and instead of protesting at state capitol buildings with the shittiest people alive you’re safe at home enjoying wholesome blog content. While riding out quarantine the mind has more time to wander and ponder the deeper mysteries, like what are the moral obligations a government has to keeping its population alive and in the nearly 50 years of HBO has there ever been a more vital figure in its programming than Glenn Fleshler over the past decade?

Much like Gus Frerotte appearing out of nowhere to be every team’s backup quarterback at some point in the last 20 years, Fleshler just strolls from one prestige television set to another covering the gamut from drama to horror to comedy. I considered writing this post months ago when I first realized we were dealing with Mr. HBO here but quarantine boredom was just the propellant needed to get this baby off the ground.

First Listed Role: While fans of the IMDb HOF may remember my affinity for these actors getting their starts in soap operas the true character actor spirit is captured from appearing in network crime dramas so of course Glenn Fleshler opening up with an episode of Homicide: Life on the Street which also featured friend of the HOF Jon Polito! The episode description is simply “The team investigate a woman who appears to be murdering her husbands for the insurance money” so I’ll assume they ripped the whole thing from the plot of Addams Family Values and Fleshler played Uncle Fester.

Newest Role: Of course after calling Fleshler Mr. HBO I’m immediately served up a role on Showtime’s Billions. I didn’t get into that show when it premiered since I don’t trust Showtime original programming anymore and when I tried to start it up a couple weeks ago I made it five minutes before realizing that a show about rich assholes talking about the stock market wasn’t what I was looking for in 2020. I’m sure it’s delightful.

CSI/Law & Order/NCIS Guest Spots: Three episodes of Law & Order and three more of SVU, six different characters. This is legendary stuff. Let’s go in chronological order where I play my favorite game of trying to guess who the character was in each episode.

Don Hamilton, 2/6/02 - A former aide for a state senator has turned up missing and it’s revealed that she was having an affair with the senator and was pregnant. My money’s on Fleshler as the murderous, fertile politician.

Dr. Noah Kamens, 11/1/02 - Yikes, child sex ring episode here. Fingers crossed that Fleshler was just appearing as a child psychologist and not as a predatory pediatrician but as we’ll visit later he can pull off menacingly creepy well.

Rick Kawalchuck, 4/20/05 - A porn star is murdered, safe to assume Fleshler is the corpse and this light-hearted episode is filled with wisecracks about how with his rigor mortis they won’t be able to close the coffin.

Jimmy Curren, 12/3/08 - A man from upstate New York is found dead in Chinatown, a realistic crime based on my knowledge of midupstate New Yorkers and their appreciation of a good Chinese buffet. This crime leads all the way to the governor’s office and since Jimmy doesn’t sound gubernatorial I’ll guess Fleshler is an adviser who kills the victim over the last potsticker.

Corrections Officer Kravitz, 10/7/09 - This game isn’t fun if you do all the work for me, character name.

Phillip Altshuler, 12/6/17 - A true pro still doing these gigs when at this point he’d been in some truly great TV. this episode is about the rape of a social media star so he’s the venture capitalist funding the app and trying to keep the story under wraps.

One of these days I really should watch an episode of Law & Order.

Hall of Fame Ballot Submissions: Just from the HBO division we got Sex and the City (he looks like Charlotte’s type based on the schlubby lawyer she ends up marrying down the stretch), Boardwalk Empire (not the best show but I did love him as George Remus who always referred to himself as “Remus”), True Detective (hope everyone’s working from home in case remembering the “Making flowers” scene gets you understandably horny), The Knick (technically Cinemax but I always thought they were owned by the same crew, if not when a show has a guy taking a shot of cocaine to the dick it gets in here), The Night Of (kind of became a mess at the end and there entirely too much John Turturro foot picking but the pilot was great), Barry (fantastic show, Fleshler should do more comedy) and then he turned up in the best episode of the incredible Watchmen season.

What a run, when Glenn Fleshler passes on down the road I hope this kicks off his funeral.

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Miscellaneous Credits: I didn’t think Joker in any way deserved a Best Picture nomination and the conversation around it was embarrassing all around since in the end it was a mostly entertaining Taxi Driver ripoff but hey, Glenn Fleshler can say he was in award nominated motion picture.

Highest Rated IMDb Entry: Kinda surprised that the True Detective finale landed here since I remember there being disappointment with it even though I thought it and that whole season were fantastic (his relative/ladyfriend Ann Dowd would be a good one to cover in the next post so keep that in mind for the next pandemic) but here it is at a robust 9.6. Fleshler is the right kind of unnerving after a season of buildup to who the killer was. I can see how a fella like that would catch on in multiple Law & Orders universes even if he’s appeared enough times for people to question why everyone in New York City looks like Glenn Fleshler.

Lowest Rated IMDb Entry: A 2016 film called The Rendezvous where Fleshler’s the only name I recognize on the cast list. Let’s learn about this movie together, shall we.

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Oof, I was rooting for armageddon to come take me less than a minute in to that. My only intrigue in diving in further is to see if the “we work for a higher power” sticks with that Steel Magnolias accent all throughout the movie. And the quips, my god the quips. The “you think?” line is what happens when Marvel movies are oversold for their witty banter, everyone wants a taste of jokes they don’t have to work on.

IMDb Fun Fact: The only three I had to choose from

Off-Broadway, he has appeared in such plays as Measure for Measure and Pericles, Prince of Tyre.

Fleshler studied acting at New York University's Tisch School of the Performing Arts, from which he has an MFA.

Fleshler's Broadway credits include Death of a Salesman, Guys and Dolls, Arcadia and The Merchant of Venice.

Neat.

IMDb HOF Members: Looking for a Mother’s Day gift for the special ladies in your life? Just send her this list of links and they’ll wish quarantine would never end so long as there are more to read!

Bob Balaban

Jim Beaver

Clancy Brown

W. Earl Brown

Reg E. Cathey

Gary Cole

Keith David

Cary Elwes

Noah Emmerich

Glenn Fleshler

Jami Gertz

John Hawkes

John Michael Higgins

Toby Huss

Allison Janney

John Carroll Lynch

Margo Martindale

David Morse

Joe Morton

Robert Patrick

Bill Paxton

Jon Polito

Alan Rickman

Stephen Root

Matt Ross

Alan Ruck

Peter Stormare

Daniel von Bargen

Next Time: If the pandemic is still ongoing, the monkey from Outbreak. If not, the monkey from Outbreak.

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