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bottombaron · 6 months
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btw i love that in Nandermo aus, where Nandor is a normal, good, human boyfriend - he's basically just Kayvan 🧡
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healingheartdogs · 5 months
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Cardio said my echocardiogram ultrasound, exercise stress test, and week long heart monitor all showed no serious issues, my resting heart rate is fine, but that my heart rate does seem to rise very rapidly under even small amounts of stress (postural changes, taking stairs, casually walking around my house) and rises very high (160+ bpm according to the monitor) so now I get to be put on beta blockers to see if they work and if they do she said that is sufficient evidence to confirm for sure that it's POTS.
Obviously could confirm it as well with a tilt table test but those are TORTURE based off what I've heard from fellow POTSies so I am very thankful that she doesn't think that's necessary and will not be making me do one.
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god-was-silent · 9 months
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reading Harlan Ellison's Deathbird Stories: A Pantheon of Modern Gods (fucking fantastic) and was immediately VERY surprised reading "On the Downhill Side"—pleasantly surprised and fascinated with this story, this 'two ghosts of New Orleans are involved with one another by the God of Love in their last chance for something better before eternity in limbo hits them both, also there's a unicorn there' story,—with the protagonist, Paul Ordahl, because his story is Gorrister's story.
"On the Downhill Side" can be found easy-like in online archives within the actual set of Deathbird Stories (unless someone wants to hunt down a signed vinyl audiobook)—and I'll actually transcribe a page or two under the cut for fun, but really all that needs to be said is that Gorrister's life history in the video game is almost entirely a play-by-play of Paul's, except instead of Glynis it's Bernice, instead of a truck driver he's an architect (and frankly how the 'bitch mother-in-law' gets into contact with him makes more sense here—because Paul was receiving an award and doing an interview at a televised architect's convention and she cross-referenced that with newspapers to find the convention hotel, all that), and instead of never quite caring he always seemed to love too much—among other things.
I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream was published in 1967, On the Downhill Side in 1972, the IHNMAIMS video game in 1995. wonder why things progressed the way it did in all that time in terms of how Gorrister's character was developed and changed. 'peace marcher and conscientious thinker to world-weary gave-little-damns-to-begin-with truck driver' and all.
do with that information what you will. 'd love to hear other folks' thoughts on this
ohh welcome to even more text okay here we go all standard content warnings for Gorrister's story apply (suicide and institutionalization mostly), just isolating some of Paul's dialogue once again from "On the Downhill Side" (1972) by Harlan Ellison (credit is important!)
"'My name is Paul Ordahl,' I told her. 'And the most awful thing that ever happened to me was my first wife, Bernice. I don't know how else to put it—even if it sounds melodramatic, it's simply what happened—she went insane, and I divorced her, and her mother had her committed to a private mental home.'"
"'Her mother was the one had her committed, you see. I only heard from them twice after the divorce. It had been four stinking years and I really didn't want any more of it. Once, after I'd started making some money, the mother called and said Bernice had to be put in the state asylum. There wasn't enough money to pay for the private home any more. I sent a little; not much. I suppose I could have sent more, but I was remarried, there was a child from her previous marriage. I didn't want to send any more. I told the mother not to call me again. There was only once after that…it was the most terrible thing that ever happened to me.'"
"'I was in New York,' I said. 'I was receiving an award at an architects' convention—did I mention I was an architect—yes, that's what I was at the time, an architect—and I did a television interview. The mother saw me on the program, and checked the newspapers to find out what hotel we were using for the convention, and she got my room number and called me. I had been out quite late after the banquet when I'd gotten my award, quite late. I was sitting on the side of the bed, taking off my shoes, my tuxedo tie hanging from my unbuttoned collar, getting reading to just throw clothes on the floor and sink away, when the phone rang. It was the mother. She was a terrible person, one of the worst I ever knew, a shrike, a terrible, just a terrible person. She started telling me about Bernice in the asylum. How they had her in this little room and how she stared out the window most of the time. She'd reverted to childhood, and most of the time she couldn't even recognize the mother; but when she did, she'd say something like 'Don't let them hurt me, Mommy, don't let them hurt me.' So I asked her what she wanted me to do, did she want money for Bernice or what…Did she want me to go see her since I was in New York…and she said God no. And then she did an awful thing to me. She said the last time she'd been to see Bernice, my ex-wife had turned around and put her finger to her lips and said, 'Shhh, we have to be very quiet. Paul is working.' And I swear, a snake uncoiled in my stomach. It was the most terrible thing I'd ever heard. No matter how secure you are that you honest to God had not sent someone to a madhouse, there's always that little core of doubt, and saying what she'd said just burned out my head. I couldn't even think about it, couldn't even really hear it, or it would have collapsed me. So down came these iron walls and I just kept on talking, and after a while she hung up.'
'It wasn't till two years later that I allowed myself to think about it, and then I cried; it had been a long time since I'd cried. Oh, not because I believed that nonsense about a man isn't supposed to cry, but just because there hadn't been anything that important to cry about. But when I let myself hear what she'd said, I started crying, and just went on and on till I finally went in and looked into the bathroom mirror and I asked myself face to face if I'd done that, if I'd ever made her be quiet so I could work on blueprints or drawings…
'And after a while I saw myself shaking my head no, and it was easier. That was about three years before I died.'"
"I remember the daybreak of the night I'd died. There had been mist. I had been a suicide.
My third wife had left me. She had gone away during the night, while I'd been at a business meeting with a client; I had been engaged to design a church in Baton Rouge. All that day I'd steamed the old wallpaper off the apartment we'd rented. It was to have been our first home together, paid for by the commission. I'd done the steaming myself, with a tall ladder and a steam condenser and two flat pans with steam holes. Up near the ceiling the heat had been so awful I'd almost fainted. She'd brought me lemonade, freshly squeezed. Then I'd showered and changed and gone to my meeting. When I'd returned, she was gone. No note."
#i have no mouth and i must scream#ihnmaims#gorrister ihnmaims#harlan ellison#//echo#fatal flaw's that i don't shut up on posts nor in my tags#i read a piece at a point talking about how ellison was said to be a good author to be introduced to in middle school#something about the age's resonance with themes of antagonism and isolation and aggression and the likes#to be 'outgrown' just because he's got one Voice he's really good at while other authors—#—have some better range at capturing themes of love and devotion#and all things considered my other favorite stories of his ARE basilisk and the whimper of whipped dogs#because that Voice is so fucking poignant and biting in there...so. hm#but by god a lot of his stories were fucking about love. that's important to me too#'d never want to dismiss those works or take it for granted for some perceived tonal dissonance yanno#^ all borderline fucking irrelevant what i REALLY want to say is that i wish i could dissect the video game#something about bemoaning never getting to know author's intent. game development processes. what was it FORRR#leaning towards 'elevating a prior work' over any kind of 'quick copy paste' situation. but also like. ???#but fuuck if i know. i don't. never will#so mostly just using it to add some color to my mental perception of gorrister. give that man a unicorn!#weird flavor packet#only putting his tag on there in case someone has it blocked. ellison cw bahaha#if i'm hard to read i am so fucking sorry
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ragewrites · 4 months
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pair of hounds named Comes-Back and Should Know Better. pair of hounds named Conscious Choice and Unconditional. pair of hounds named Run to You and Six Hundred Kilometers.
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lonely--seeker · 7 months
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Going on a fucking walk with my (not mine) dog that I hate (I don't) from now on because at this point I'm not entirely sure whose emotional, physical and mental health depends on it.
I need to take a picture of him because he's gotten so much bigger than last time I showed him
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wordybee · 2 months
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It's messed up that mixed breed dogs are now considered "designer breeds" instead of what they actually are, which are adorable mutts.
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minttey · 10 months
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Social experiment: in the tags say if you had pets growing up and how many siblings you have
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spiralsta1rcase · 1 year
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autism won today.
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godseeker-yharim · 7 months
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Christ on a BIKE The Final Dawn doesn't mess around.
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danceintheskies · 8 months
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darkest dungeon is sooooo fun I'm so bad at it but it's so fun
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healingheartdogs · 1 year
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I love being in America where I have to decide if the pain of something clearly going wrong inside my body is urgent enough to risk getting COVID at an ER from sick people and doctors who are no longer masking and having to deal with a grossly inflated medical bill that I already know I can't pay because I have no insurance or income currently.
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my-taste-in-music · 8 months
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Somehow almost all of my friends are my age or slightly younger and have no older siblings, which like doesn’t come up very often but sometimes I think kids my age have a shared experience and then I come to realize no one was listening to MCR at age 6 unless they had an older brother in his emo phase
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dykeredhood · 9 months
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Yeah the whole dog metaphor doesn’t work when you’ve been told by your own parents that: you’re the dog that chews on the furniture while the family is out
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keepitdreamin · 11 months
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dreading and psyching myself up for days to make this phone call and when i finally do, they don't even answer!
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buckets-of-dirt · 1 year
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What is the point of a very specialized "watch" that costs the same amount as an actual smart watch (which have apps that theoretically do the same thing) but has fewer functions and isn't even very good at the one thing it's supposed to do?
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glitch-in-the-code · 1 year
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I do believe the toys (Chica, Freddy, and Bonnie) are possessed by kids from a different incident but Mangle is possessed by Susie’s dog
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