Sense8, Season 1, Episode 4, “What’s Going On?”

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[Image via Netflix] [Image via Netflix] We’re a third of a way through Season 1 of Sense8, and some rather important things happen tonight. Rather than keep you guessing, let’s see those things now.

What’s Going On?

Written by The Wachowskis and J. Michael Straczynski
Directed by Tom Tykwer

Berlin:
Wolfgang (Max Riemelt) and Felix (Max Mauff) are at the Holocaust Museum waiting for someone. Felix is talking about obedience and revolution, and how they—Wolfgang and he—are having their own revolution by making this big score. Wolfgang is unimpressed: there won’t be much of a revolution if they can’t self these hot rocks they ripped off. The person they are waiting for arrives: an older Jewish gentleman. He understands that they have something that “coincidentally” came into their possession. He wants to see them, but at another location: one does not speak of money at a memorial to the dead.

Mumbai:

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Sense8, Season 1, Episode 3, “Smart Money Is on the Skinny Bitch”

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[Image via Netflix] [Image via Netflix]  Here we go again: it’s time to get rolling on Episode 3 of Season 1 of Sense8. And with that, let’s not waste any time finding out what’s in store for our characters—

Smart Money Is on the Skinny Bitch

Written by The Wachowskis and J. Michael Straczynski
Directed by The Wachowskis

As a man is working on the corpse of a woman as a young boy looks on. There’s a young girl in the shadows with him, imploring him not to look, as that’s how he got her. The young boy becomes a grown up Will (Brian J. Smith) who watches the man cut open the skull and reveals the brain—

Chicago:
—who lurches awake in a hospital bed. It’s the aftermath of his chase with Jonas, and the nurse on duty says she was told he’s some kind of hero for bagging a terrorist…

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Sense8, Season 1, Episode 2, “I Am Also a We”

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S8 S1 E2 Nomi Blogging [Image via Netflix] It’s Friday and that means I’m here to deliver the lowdown on Episode 2 of Season 1 of Sense8. Unlike last week things have stabilized a little, but don’t let that fool you:  it’s still gonna get crazy.

I Am Also a We

Written by The Wachowskis and J. Michael Straczynski
Directed by The Wachowskis

San Francisco:
Nomi (Jamie Clayton) and Amanita (Freema Agyeman) walk down an alleyway as Nomi talks about her “dream”. We learn for the first time that she was a “hacktavist” and did a little time for her actions, and now likely acts as a computer security consultant. Neets says Nomi should write about it, and reminds her girlfriend that she always gets a little nutty around Pride because, more than likely, she has dickheads for parents. Oh, we have no idea—

Chicago:
Will (Brian J. Smith) sits by the bedside of Deshawn…

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Sense8, Season 1, Episode 1, “Limbic Resonance”

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[Image via Netflix] [Image via Netflix] Here I am, about to navigate the Netflix original series that is Sense8. And because this show goes all over the place—literally—this recap may be a little difficult at times to follow. But I will do my best to have it make sense. Now . . . shall we begin?

RT:One thing I will note here is that, for most people, Sense8 takes 3-4 episodes to come together and join up into a singular story (that just happens to take place across various locations). So if you plan to watch it, make sure you hang on until episode 3 at least. Trust me, it is SO worth the wait!

And, Cassidy, thank you for reminding me of everything I had forgotten about in Season 1 of Sense8.  So, if you have already watched Season 1, now is the time to get a refresher course via Cassidy’s recaps…

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Netflix’s ‘Stranger Things’ Is Now Coming To The Snarking Dead!

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Netflix's Stranger Things Season 1 key artwork [Image via Netflix] That’s right, I am taking on a new show to recap. I checked out the first two episodes of Stranger Things on Netflix last night and was completely hooked! In fact, if it wasn’t so late already, I’m pretty sure I would have just kept watching until Netflix shamed me into turning it off.

Rachel Tsoumbakos Stranger Things Episode 1 Facebook status [Image via Facebook] Stranger Things has only eight episodes in the first season. It hit Netflix on July 15 and I have been desperate for a chance to check it out since then. If you are into 80’s nostalgia, this is the show for you. At various points while watching I wondered if this series had actually been filmed in hte 80’s and left on a shelf somewhere until the Duffy brothers happened upon it. Winona Ryder is in it. She does bat shit hysterical like nothing i have ever seen before. Even if…

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2001 A Blogging Odyssey

I show no shame in ripping off the title of one of my favorite movies and using it for my own.  But given this is post number 2001, what else am I gonna say?

How about “I finished scene two last night?”  Yeah, that’s a nice thing to say.  It saw me returning to form a little as I wrote eight hundred and sixty-eight words, and that’s close to nine hundred, and that’s almost a thousand, so maybe I’m starting to get back into the swing.  Maybe.  I have a TV recap to do tonight, so I’ll likely not get into the third scene until early Saturday morning.

Still, though, I finished this scene.

It only took four days, but I got it done.

It only took four days, but I got it done.

This scene is the flashback.  This is where we see what happens after those five words are spoken at the end of B For Bewitching, and some have waited–well, weeks, to discover what happened next.

And instead of talking about that, why not show it?

 

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)

“Mom, Dad . . . I’m a witch.”

Kerry sat in silence for a few seconds waiting for the response he knew was coming. For the last month, since the night of the lighting of the Beltane bonfires, he’d played this scene out in mind, knowing what he was going to say and imagining what his parent would do and say. He’d expected them to appear shocked and find his comment ludicrous, to even wonder if he as suffering from a mental disorder.

He imagined the worst.

He did not expect for them to sit and stare at him in silence.

His eyes shifted from her father to his mother. “Guys?”

Louise Malibey was the first to break the silence. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I’m a witch.” He glanced at Ms. Rutherford on his right, who nodded for him to continue. “I can do magic.”

His father, Davyn Malibey, cleared his throat. “You mean like what Davie Blane does?”

“No, dad—” Kerry shook his head. “He’s an illusionist. I’m a real witch: I do real magic.”

“I just don’t understand—” Louise’s appearance had moved from confused to one that was bordering on annoyed. She turned her attention to Ms. Rutherford. “I though this was about something important?”

Ms. Rutherford raised a skeptical eyebrow. “This is important, Mrs. Malibey. This is your son’s life we’re discussing.”

“Are you—?”

Davyn held up a hand before his wife could say anything further. “If this was true, shouldn’t you be a wizard?”

“No, Dad.” Kerry sat back, now a bit relaxed. “That’s a word a bunch of dudes made up a few hundred years back because they didn’t want to share the same designation with women. As far as practitioners of The Art—that’s how you really refer to magic—as far as they’re concerned, you’re a witch whether your a girl or a boy. Same with sorceresses: it’s the same word for either gender.”

“Sorceresses?”

Ms. Rutherford picked up on the manifesting tone in Louise’s voice, and felt having Kerry give as much information as quickly as possible to be the best course of action. “Kerry, why don’t you tell your parents what you actually do at school.”

 

Yeah, Kerry, why don’t you rush over all the black magic shit and tell them about the school work your parents haven’t asked you about all the other times they could have asked you.  You have to figure that Kerry knew this was going to be a bit difficult to get his parents to understand, given they’ve shown zero interest in his school work up to this point, so it’s a a bit of an uphill battle for him.

Do his parents want to hear about classes?  Believe it or not–

 

“Yes—” Louise’s voice had suddenly become far move restrained. “I’d like to hear this.”

“I’m certain of this.” Ms. Rutherford turned to her charge. “Kerry?”

Davyn spoke up while Louise sat quietly. “Yes, what do you do, son?”

“Well—” He ran his hand over his thighs as he leaned forward. “I’ve taken history, math—um, algebra and geometry—basic and earth science as well as botany. I’ve had two years of astronomy where we’ve learned more math. And we’ve taken self defense classes, too: I’m actually taking the advanced class, and probably will until almost the end of school.

“But the real reason I’m there is to learn how to craft magic. I’ve taken classes in normal spells, in Formulistic Magic—that’s really chemistry with magic—in transformation magic, and in sorcery. And in those first three, those are a few of the advanced classes I’m in. I also get special tutoring in sorcery, and I tutor someone in transformation magic.”

Kerry moved on quickly so he didn’t have to explain the special tutoring situation. “I’ve also learned how to apply magic to what I learned in botany and in my self defense class, so it’s possible to change things there with a bit of crafting.

“Also, I fly. I’ve taken two years of flying, and I’ll start my third when I return—”

“Flying?” Louis seemed puzzled by her son’s comment.

“Yeah, Mom: flying.”

“With what?”

“With a broom.”

Both parents were surprised by this, though Louise was able to respond the quickest. “A broom? Like a witches broom.”

Kerry shrugged. “Well—”

Davyn found his voice. “Like a Harry Potter broom?”

“No, nothing like that. These are—” He moved his hands about like he was grabbing the words out of the air. “It’s like most of a bicycle frame without the wheels. It’s made out of carbon filament, and there’s a seat and a control HUD like you have—”

“Stop. Just stop it.”

 

Well, that certainly sounds like it’s gonna be good.

This part is gonna get farmed out over the next three days, because it can.  About a third of it is down today, and the last part of this get blogged out on Sunday, which gives me time to write more on Saturday and Sunday.  It’s my hope I can always stay a few days ahead of the post so that, when it’s time to put a post out, I have something to excerpt.

In the meantime I’m probably gonna Gish Gallop out a bunch of recaps that I’ve written in the last few weeks, just because I can, and it’ll get me caught up on the stuff I normally reblog anyway.  Look for that stuff to start blowing up in your email box today.

Needless to day, the next few days are gonna get interesting . . .

Bimillennium

You waited and waited, and here it is:  post Number 2000.  So of course it’ll be called what it’s called, because that’s what you get when you have two of a thousand, yeah?

But this the real deal:  two thousand posted, most of which were written with maybe a few dozen reblogged.  I’ll take that, because most of those reblogs were mine, and after tomorrow’s post–which is gonna be a play on another famous title–I’ll do a Gish Gallop on stuff that I’ve written but not reblogged, which are mostly my recaps over on The Snarking Dead.

But you didn’t come here to read about that, right?  No, there’s something else here–

"Oh, look:  Cassidy finally decided to treat us to her work.  About time."

“Oh, look: Cassidy finally decided to treat us to her new work. About time.”

 

That’s the real reason, for today C For Continuing starts excerpting, and at the rate I’m writing I’ll run out of things to excerpt in a few days, because I was only able to write another five hundred words last night.  Don’t worry:  I’ll get into gear.  I promise.  There’s a thousand word night in me somewhere.  Which I’m gonna need because right now my average is well below what I normally do.

But enough of that.  Since everyone waited I figured I’ll throw all of the first scene out for you to read and try to sate your appetites.  Here it, first draft as always, and right off the bat you get into what’s most important at this point in my kids’ story . . .

 

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)

What bothered Annie Kirilova the most this morning was the weather. She had hoped for a bright sunshine, but what she received instead was light rain and low cloud cover. The rain also had the temperatures hovering in the low teens Celsius, which kept her out of shorts and forced her into leggings to wear with her long, flowing top and black ballet flats.

Given what was going to happen, she wondered if the weather reflected he mood.

Standing before the large windows of her lake house, she saw that her tree was certainly reading her feelings. The leaves were a bright yellow when she arrived thirty minutes earlier, and now they were a muddy gold. It feels my concern: it knows this. Her mother had seen it as well, when Annie entered the kitchen as she came down the spiral staircase from her bedroom. While Annie was an expert at hiding her emotions, the last few years saw her mother becoming more adapt at picking up on them. She knew the reason why: puberty was having an effect upon her, and while it remained possible to keep her feelings invisible, strong emotions had a way of leaking through the outer façade.

And Annie’s emotions were growing stronger every day.

She turned away from the window sighing and checked the clock in the kitchen: 08:59. Annie wondered if her guest would actually turn up in the next minute as she was told that this particular person had a habit for punctuality—

The LEDs switched over to 09:00. Annie held her breath as she moved towards the dining table.

A few seconds later a shadow passed across the windows followed by a knock at the main entrance. Annie turned and nearly smiled. The stories are true, it seem. She hurried over and opened the door for her guest. “Won’t you come in, please?”

“Thank you, Annie.” Berniece Rutherford entered and paused for a moment as she examined the large, open space. She wore a light jacket over her tee shirt this Sunday morning, and her jeans and sneakers indicated she was anticipating a relaxing day. “So this is the lake house.”

“Yes, it is. I hope you like it.” Annie wondered how much Ms. Rutherford knew about this place. She was aware that as Kerry’s case worker it was necessary for her to receive numerous concerning things that happened to Kerry at school, and it was likely she’d read at least one report on their shared wedding vision—a fact of which she was certain the moment she noticed the young woman’s eyes lock upon the sleep loft in the back. She has to know everything.

Annie stepped closer to her guests and held out her hand. “May I take your jacket and purse?”

“You can hang up my jacket; I’ll keep my purse with me.” She shrugged out of it and stepped a couple of meters away from the door. “Are we sitting at the table or by the fireplace?”

Annie finished hanging the jacket. “By the fireplace, please. Would you like tea? I put a kettle on in anticipation.”

Berniece chuckled. “I would love some. Do you have breakfast tea?”

“Yes. Loose leaf.”

“You are ready. That would be fine.”

Annie gave a cut nod then went to the kitchen area to retrieve the kettle and prepare the infuser. She set both on a tray along with a cup and saucer and carried them over to where Bernice sat. Annie waved her hand over the kettle, which began steaming almost immediately, then slowly poured the tea cup just over three quarters full. “I understand you like milk in yours—would you care for some?”

“Yes, please.”

Annie levitated a small pitcher all the way from the kitchen and gently retrieved it in mid-air. Only after pouring in a small amount of milk did she offer the tea to her guest. “Here you are.”

“Thank you, Annie.” Berniece looked up, smiling. “You are quite the host.”

“Mama impressed upon me that we should always make our guests comfortable when they visit.”

Bernice watched the steam rising from the liquid’s surface. “Must have been a little tricky timing this coming to a boil right before my arrival.”

“No, it wasn’t.” Annie sat in the leather easy chair across the coffee table from the case worker. “I brought it to a boil maybe fifteen minutes ago, then placed a small time spell around the kettle to put it in stasis. As far as the contents of the kettle were concerned, maybe five seconds had passed before I removed the spell.”

Berniece gave an approving grin. “Did you learn that on your own?”

“No, Kerry taught me.”

“So your Time Lord is teaching you those spells. I guess you’ll be a Time Lady soon.”

Annie managed a slight smile at the reference while inwardly she groaned. In the last few months of their B Levels Kerry had become quite adept at quickly crafting a selection of time spells of all sizes, and had begun using them to speed up reactions in Advanced Formulistic Magic. Because of this ability, however, Erywin—who was as much a pop culture geek as her soul mate—began calling him the “Salem Time Lord” and openly joked that it wouldn’t be long before Annie joined him as a Time Lady.

She must have included that bit in one of her reports. Annie wasn’t sure if she should feel honored that Erywin was observant enough to take time to acknowledge these abilities publicly, of annoyed that she allowed her private jokes into official documents.

Annie decided to move away from any discussion of her ability with time crafting. “Is it raining in London as well?”

Berniece shook her head. “No, but it’s about the same temperature-wise.”

“Did you have trouble getting here?”

“Not a all. I took you advice: jaunted London to Sofia, had them jaunt me to Pamporovo, then hired a car to your house. Your mother didn’t seem at all surprised when I pulled up.”

Annie shook her head. “No. I’d told her you were coming. Did you walk down from the main house?”

“You mother jaunted me to the deck stairs. I think she felt it necessary that she not be seen.” Berniece sipped her tea. “Umm—that’s perfect.”

Annie settled back in her chair and tried not to be obvious about taking a deep breath before continuing. She felt there had been enough small talk already, and she wanted to get into the reason why she’d asked Ms. Rutherford here two weeks earlier. “If you wouldn’t mind—”

Berniece sensed Annie’s eagerness to start. “No, not at all.”

Annie crossed her legs. “How did it go?”

Berniece held her cup and saucer of tea steady in her lap. “It went about as well as I expected—”

 

Those last remarks should be familiar—

 

FADE IN:

INT. LAKE HOUSE INTERIOR — DAY

The camera centers on ANNIE KIRILOVA sitting in a large chair. She’s dressed casually and for the summer. She addresses someone sitting off-screen across from her.

ANNIE (IN ENGLISH)
How did it go?

QUICK CUT:
Sitting in another large chair across from Annie BERNIECE RUTHERFORD steadies her cup and saucer in her lap. She dressed causally in jeans and a pullover top, ready for summer.

BERNIECE
About as well as I expected.

 

—with just a bit of editing on Bernice’s line, because you can’t always get everything you want in a trailer, can you?

With the first scene coming on their return from school for the summer, and with me saying the next scene is a flashback, that mean what comes next must have to do with the other have of the Lovey Dovey Couples, otherwise why is Ms. Rutherford there?

I guess this means you get to begin seeing what happened to Kerry tomorrow–