@DanScavino “I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me…Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”
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Long time lover of MST3K, et al., and Frank?! Special place!! 🥰
You’re not your character. You’re not MST3K. I get that.
But I will never watch TV’s Frank again without thinking about these words from Real Life’s Frank.
I guess if that’s what you want, congrats. Nice legacy. It’s your right.
What do we expect? You’re evil.
Happy 4th of July!! 🎆
For the United States Bicentennial in 1976, the government funded one of the wildest short films ever made.
Created by animator Vincent Collins & produced by the United States Information Agency, the film goes on a kaleidoscopic journey through iconic
American symbols.
My unsolicited two cents…
The desire to keep poking the fire acknowledges the importance of the fire.
Fire must be protected. That’s natural.
The fire will continue burning whether or not it’s poked…for a while. Oog instincts are strong, and this is a good thing!
But maybe Oog need to let fire burn, focus on beauty of dancing flames. If fire wavers, wanes, oog poke. Oog tend. Oog build-up.
Fire still need Oog.
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My parents died in a car accident in 1984. I was in it. I have memories no one would want to have.
In my late 40’s now, and I often wonder what kind of relationship I would have with them as an adult.
Hubby’s father lied about his age to go into service early in the Korean War and died/was killed in Germany three weeks before JFK. Hubby was 16 months old. The death certificate still has more blacked out than readable. We know more about Kennedy than what happened to Hubby’s Dad.
Love to you, Foo! And God bless your father!! ❤️🐰
In the Appalachian Mountains, there’s an old rule many people still refuse to break, don’t whistle in the dark.
Not on the porch after midnight.
Not walking a back road.
And definitely not in the woods.
Most children learned the warning before they were old enough to understand it. If someone started whistling outside at night, an elder would stop them fast. Usually no explanation. Just a sharp “don’t do that out here.”
Over time, people came up with different reasons why.
Some said whistling at night called spirits. Others believed it drew attention from things in the woods better left alone. In certain hollers, people said if you whistled once, something might whistle back, and if it did, you were supposed to go inside immediately and lock the door.
Hunters and miners had their own versions of the rule. Some believed nighttime whistling brought bad luck before a hunt or underground shift. Others claimed the sound carried too far through the mountains, confusing people about where it came from.
And that’s part of what made the stories stick.
Sound behaves differently in the Appalachians. Valleys echo. Ridges throw noise back in strange ways. A whistle from far away can sound like it’s standing right beside you. In the stillness of the mountains at night, one sharp sound can travel farther than most people expect.
But the old stories turned that natural feeling into something deeper.
People talked about hearing whistles from the tree line when no one else was around. Some claimed the sound moved closer without footsteps. Others said the worst thing you could do was answer it.
Maybe the warning started as a practical lesson.
A way to keep children from wandering at night.
A way to avoid drawing attention while hunting or traveling dark roads.
Or maybe the mountains simply gave people enough strange moments that the rule stayed alive on its own.
Even today, there are people who laugh at the superstition during daylight… and still won’t whistle once the sun goes down.
Because some mountain rules don’t survive for generations without a reason.
And in Appalachia, the dark has always sounded different after a whistle.
#AppalachianFolklore
#MountainLegends
#NoWhistlingAtNight
#DarkFolklore
#OldWays