This Man Was A Large Part Of My Childhood. I Loved Sesame Street As A Kid. Wed Watch The Christmas Special

This man was a large part of my childhood. I loved Sesame Street as a kid. We’d watch the Christmas special every year in our house growing up.

sesame street, episode 15.4 (thanksgiving, 1983)

much love to caroll spinney (1933-2019), who played big bird and oscar the grouch until 2018. he passed away today on december 8, 2019. may a hero and a legend rest in peace.

Auto Body Shop

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That was the name of the place. Auto Body Shop. I guess I could appreciate the play on words. It was located in a former garage, after all. Their logo was even a lug wrench, the X-variety. Perfectly symmetrical, perfect for screwing and unscrewing nuts and bolts. The gear was simple, which is probably why the membership was and is so cheap. But they offered perfect results. And the reviews all spoke highly of the location.

Which is why I was so surprised to find the place practically empty when I arrived. Some kettlebells off in a corner by a whiteboard, an adjustable bench for weight exercises, a mirror to watch form and see progress, a television screen for ... I’m not sure what. It displayed the gym’s logo for the most part. And then there was what I assumed to be a gym goer standing there staring at the mirror. I’m not sure whether he was cooling down, posing, or what. But I couldn’t deny the shape he’d gotten his body into. The muscles bulged in all the right places.

I walked into the office to register, where Coach Melbourne, the owner of the establishment, explained a few things to me about his methods. He’s a former hypnotist with years of experience under his belt. He wanted to use that expertise to help his clients enjoy their time at the gym, rather than dread over coming. People bring their cars to a body shop for tuneups or repairs all the time. He does the same for clients, only in their heads.

In ... my head, I suppose.

I mean, I accepted. He told me what I’d have to do, what I’d need to be willing to accept. And I did.

Coach started off with giving me a new filter, something to help me breathe better when I work out and keep my eyes on the prize. He has all kinds of small sayings like that, things that echo in my brain when I work out. It’s sort of like that lane control and radar stuff they have in cars now. If I want to do an exercise, I just let go and fall into the routine. It’s so easy to just ... do what I’m supposed to. Because, well, that’s what I am now.

Over time, the filter was tweaked to adapt to other things. Diet, media, and eventually clothing. I can’t tell you how much I love my tanks now. Really accentuates the pistons. I flex. The spark ignites, and suddenly I’m running. Running my program. Running to show off. Running to lift and haul weight.

Sometimes I’m blinking in front of the mirror, admiring my new body. At other times, I’m blinking at a monitor with Coach’s voice droning, repeating, echoing in my brain.

Charts. Instructions. Schematics. Human anatomy, just another series of parts to work on my body. My muscular body. I’m on my bulk cycle right now, so I’m eating muscle carbs. And always gotta have my fiberglass of whey protein. I bike to the shop now. Works the calves, runs my belt. Makes it easier to zone out, let my built in radar alert me and act accordingly.

Got my haircut done recently. The buzz of the razor’s like a buff and polish for my head. Makes it easier for the air to play over. Better exhaust.

Coach gave me a tailpipe the other day. Snapback cap. Feels so good against my head. So much stuff up there. Too much. Exhaust pipe helps me empty it. Helps me keep things running smooth. Smooth like the sides of my head.

Veins are starting to show now. They get more prominent by the day. Coach tells me that’s normal. They’re my fuel injectors. Deliver all the stuff my engine needs to start and keep running. More will come. Gotta get that harness in place. Increase reaction time. Send those electric impulses faster and faster.

Brake harder on the barbells. Get better kicks. Better tires. Stronger tread. Slower wear. That’s what coach says, and coach knows best. He’s my mechanic. Tells me when I need to get more coolant. When to change my oil.

I really rumble now. Air filters keep getting bigger to adjust to all the capacity I’ve got for intake. That’s another reason I wear the tanks now. Can’t hide those headlights. Turn on the brights, the shirts get tight, you know?

Got a new coat of paint the other day. Nice rich tan. Gotta show off that buff and polish. Some friends were worried, but I told ‘em it was okay. I don’t want to get rid of ‘em, but if they keep pushing, I will. Can’t have faulty sensors breaking up the ride, you know? Car won’t run that way, and I want to run. I’m an automatic, after all.

My hydraulics have really had an overhaul. All those pushups and burpees. I can launch myself off the ground any time I want. Suspension takes most any bumps now when I fall back down. Chassis thick and firm. No problem taking hits. I’ve been tested. Drive shaft crafted to fine precision. I can turn on a dime, jump, speed, cut, donut, wheelie, whatever is needed. Mechanic drives me to be better after every tuneup.

I’m not the same as when I started. I was gutted, broken down, then rebuilt into a real musclecar man. I walk in the gym today, I look in the mirror, and I finally understand that other man. He was doing what I’m doing. I flex. The fuel ignites. Exhaust blows out my tailpipe. I barely perceive the newbie in my radar and point with my turn signal for him to go to the office.

Melbourne will give him the body work he needs, just like he has for me. Just like he still is.

I rev my engine. Turn on the brights. Spit out the exhaust. There’s only one thing on my mind right now as I turn to read my assigned routine today.

Time to go for a drive.

Boiling Alive

I’m not talking about an oil bath or some hot jacuzzi.

There’s no fire underneath me, no heating element to burn me.

And yet I’m boiling.

Boiling not from anger or from hate, but from shame.

I upset someone I hold dear. And I don’t know what I did wrong.

And that feeling has been burning inside me ever since. That is the source of my heat. That is my everlasting fire.

And I don’t know if I can put it out.

Because I don’t know how to start.

No stop, drop, and roll. No fire blanket. I may be able to try smothering it, but that’s just a temporary solution. Because it’s still there, and it’ll burn again the minute my thoughts turn the right way.

So many bubbles forming under my skin. They pop. They burst. And the fire burns hotter. And all I can do is wait.

Wait till you’re willing to talk to me.

Because I can’t figure this out alone.

And I fear it will destroy me without you.

Please, don’t keep me waiting.

I need you.

My firefighter.

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Here it is. I hope that whoever can help them is able to, since I’ve no idea how successful this campaign of theirs has been. Regardless, it’s never fun to lose a home. So, yeah, help them if you can. And if not, wish them well and reblog, please. Thanks. ~Omni https://angelashome.tumblr.com/post/189493647567/save-angelas-home

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“Time for selfie and report, Narcissus,” the pulsing blue circle in my mirror chirped, and I obeyed. I mean, why shouldn’t I? My body is incredible. Mmm ... can’t wait to send this to my trainer. Another one to add to the photo album. Number 2156, I believe.

I used to think this was weird, frightening even. I’d gone to Nemesis for help. The hypnotist was supposed to work miracles. Models, actors, you name it, Nemesis could and would help.

...

For a price.

My price was my sense of selflessness. The more I change, the more I feel like I have to look out for number one. And the more I feel like only number one matters.

...

Number one matters.

...

Number one....

My fingers are flying across the screen on my phone. The message is the same. It’s always the same.

Narcissus reporting.

The image is sent.

Damn, I look hot.

I look at myself, and in my tranced state, I can’t help but agree. My six pack is starting to show without my having to flex. My pectorals are perfectly symmetrical. My new piercing complements my eyes and pulls attention toward my masculine jawline. The size of my traps and the way my neck bends and curves into the shoulder leaves me looking more and more like a Greek statue. No, better than a Greek statue. I look amazing! It’s wonderful being so comfortable in my own skin. Everyone should want to be like me. And why not? My body is the kind that men and women alike would swoon over. Hell, I bet Nemesis is doing that right now.

The message that comes is like a depth charge to my former personality.

Good. Then you won’t mind a proper nude pic next time, will you, Narcissus?

A test. I know it’s a test. I know it’s to push me toward that final vault. I’ve been so hesitant for the last month. Time and again the command was sent. Time and again, I snapped out of trance because of it. Because of my own doubts.

The smart mirror chirps, and a familiar voice gradually plays over the speaker.

“I know you’re scared, Narcissus. But you trust me, don’t you, Narcissus? You trust my voice. You trust my guidance as I lead you deeper and deeper.”

And I can’t deny it. Already, I feel my lips moving in response. “Yes....”

“Deeper and deeper. Smoother and smoother. Warm and safe and completely in my power, the power of Nemesis.”

“Yes, Nemesis....”

“So deep. So full of my words. Words about you. Words about yourself. Full of yourself. Because...?”

“I am Narcissus. I am number one. I am hot.”

“And you are proud.”

“I am proud....”

Proud men do not fear. Proud Narcissus only cares about himself. Only cares about admiring his form, making it better, stronger, more beautiful. Proud Narcissus is a showoff. His body is to be adored. He is to be adored.”

“Showoff ... adored....” I ... I must....

“Do you wish to be adored, Narcissus?”

“Yes....” I wish....

“Good, Narcissus. Listen, Narcissus. Confident Narcissus, beautiful Narcissus, arrogant Narcissus. Proud Narcissus....”

So many triggers. All at once. I ... I ... I ... “Narcissus is ready for instruction.”

“Tomorrow, you will take a nude picture. Tomorrow, you will take pride in the glory and beauty of your whole body. Because your body is perfect, and it deserves to be admired. Confirm, Narcissus.”

“I will take a nude picture. I will take pride in the glory and beauty of my whole body. My body is perfect. It deserves to be admired.” Admired ... must ... show....

“Good Narcissus. Arrogant Narcissus is in control today. Proud Narcissus will stand with him. You will show off. You will revel. Your body is a gift to mankind. You are a gift to mankind. Remember and show that fact to the world.”

“Yes, Nemesis....” Yes, Nemesis....

“Good Narcissus. Wake.”

Fuck, that feels so good after a session. You liked what you saw, didn’t you? I don’t blame you. After all, I’m one sexy son of a ... well, you know. So, are you going to stand there all day, or are you actually going to make your request? I know what you want.

All you have to do is ask.

I might be willing to grant it.

...

For a price.

I am truly at a loss for words. This is an incredibly well written science fiction narrative that drags a reader in and compels them to continue to the very end. Please, read it. Please! You won’t regret it!

It’s a long read but worth it @every-n-anything @cazador-red @medic981 @the-armed-utahn