Are You Wondering Where Roil Nefarious Is?

So am I.

Texas International

Why does a movie have to have killing to be good?

Or does it?

Even my parents like some good killing in their movies for them to like them.

Something that created me likes killing. Ironic, yes?

And don't tell me Texas isn't international now. I work in a retail store and people come in speaking Spanish, Arabic, Indian, French, German, Italian, oh yeah, and Texan too.

What am I doing here?

This blog started when I lived in Fredonia, New York.

I came here to live with my parents and save some money, but was it worth it?

I'm sorry. That sounds awful. I love the fact Texas has gone international.

I simply miss my daughter (8 years old she is).

Across The Street

He was sitting in his bedroom of his parents' house not that late that night. The blinds were open so he could see outside almost perfectly. His Asian neighbors across the street came home in a minivan.

The van's side door opened and a young girl, twelve or thirteen, hurried out and entered the house through the opened garage door. From the front doors of the van the mother and father exited and quickly entered the house the same way.

Another girl, taking her time, came out of the van. She looked older, perhaps college age. She brought out a bag, which she swung around her shoulder, and then maybe a cello case, definitely something stringed and large.

She put her things down and sat on the back bumper of the van and sighed. The garage doors closed behind her. He thought she could see him across the street through his blinds inside his dark bedroom, but he knew that was impossible.

Finally, she stood up, hoisted her things, and headed for the front door. The sprinklers came on and soaked her on her way. The front door was locked so she needed to put everything down to get out her key. She unlocked the front door, picked everything up, and went in. The lights came on inside.

Can't We Imagine Our Lives?

"Who is Roil Nefarious?"

"A dark wizard who doesn't think twice about taking away other people's freedoms."

"What is he after?"

"He wants power. Perhaps even to control the world."

"Why does he want that?"

"Can't you imagine control over the entire world? To bend it completely to your will? To make it do exactly as you wish?"

"Is it possible to have that?"

"What, you don't thnk so?"

"I think it's possible within ourselves. We have the power to make whatever we want of our own individual worlds, but it's impossible to change everyone else's world. We can affect other people, but to make them do exactly as we want, no, I don't think so."

"Don't married people do that to each other?"

"Yes, but that's why they divorce too, don't you figure?"

Depressed Feet

VANCOUVER, British Columbia - "One of five feet that have mysteriously washed up on the shores of British Columbia over the past year has been linked to a depressed man who disappeared a year ago, police said Saturday." AP

Recognition

"You caused me to drop my water bucket on those poor flowers," said the old woman.

Peach and Roil looked to where she was pointing and saw the damage done.

Roil smirked and launched the bucket into the air with a flick of his wrist. Never spilling a drop, the can skidded to a stop beside her feet. The old woman's draw dropped in complete astonishment and then she shook her head like she was having a hallucination.

"Why did you do that in front of her?" Peach asked.

"To shut her up mainly," said Roil.

"But what if she tells someone? People will find out you're here!"

"Who is she going to tell? This old woman is all alone. Isn't she?" Roil began circling her. "No one comes to visit her anymore. Do they?"

The poor old lady never answered his questions. She stared ahead, her astonishment turning into fear.

"How can you treat her this way? What's the matter with you?" Peach was outraged by his cruelty. She wanted nothing more than to run away from him, but she couldn't even get off his shoulder. She had to sit there as he circled the old woman like a wolf, the sphere holding her fast.

"But, you see, I know her!"

"You know her?" Now it was Peach's turn for astonishment.

"Why do you think she shakes so strongly? Why do you think we landed here? Here of all places! She recognized me from the first, didn't she?"

"I don't understand."

"Did you think we landed in this particular backyard by coincidence?"

"I don't know. What do you mean? What's happening?"

Roil laughed heartily in the face of Peach's confusion.

"Let's put it this way: This woman never dreamed she would see me again."

He shot her walker across the yard and as she tottered on the verge of falling, Roil enclosed her in a sphere like Peach's. He shrunk her till she fit in the palm of his hand.