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Post by Ish Kabbible on Nov 12, 2016 23:26:02 GMT -5
Introduction
Your first question might be-Isn't this fan fiction so what's it doing here?
Well, let me assure you. I'm not a fan and this ain't fiction. In a city of 8 million inhabitants, there will be a number of unusual characters. And when you compare the unusual characters, a few will stick out as terrifyingly distinct. This is about one of those, whispered as urban legend but most definitely real. And I know the truth about this matter. I've alluded to it subtly a few times in the past. Even back in the old CBR days, I've made mention of this person. The time is now to reveal the secret.
It will take several chapters to lay the whole story out. I've delayed as long as I could because there are parts that are painful, parts that I wish to avoid. But I can't deny that it must be done. So check out the first chapter coming soon and remember. This ain't fiction
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Post by DE Sinclair on Nov 12, 2016 23:54:55 GMT -5
I remember your stories of Pillowhead from days gone by. I look forward to hearing his whole story.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2016 0:27:52 GMT -5
IntroductionYour first question might be-Isn't this fan fiction so what's it doing here? Well, let me assure you. I'm not a fan and this ain't fiction. In a city of 8 million inhabitants, there will be a number of unusual characters. And when you compare the unusual characters, a few will stick out as terrifyingly distinct. This is about one of those, whispered as urban legend but most definitely real. And I know the truth about this matter. I've alluded to it subtly a few times in the past. Even back in the old CBR days, I've made mention of this person. The time is now to reveal the secret. It will take several chapters to lay the whole story out. I've delayed as long as I could because there are parts that are painful, parts that I wish to avoid. But I can't deny that it must be done. So check out the first chapter coming soon and remember. This ain't fiction Did anyone else read the bolded part in a voice-over narrator style introducing some kind of TV show...? Or is it just me? -M |
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Post by Ish Kabbible on Nov 13, 2016 8:25:53 GMT -5
Behold PillowheadThis is not Pillowhead  This is getting closer to the Pillowhead look  Now, take a nice large rectangular pillow and place it horizontally behind your head. Bend both sides forward, covering your ears and leaving a slit in the middle of your face. Now wrap a sheet around your neck and a sheet around your forehead, nice and tight to keep the pillow in place, leaving the face slit open to see, breathe and eat. And there you have it, the Pillowhead look To my knowledge, Pillowhead has never been photographed. He appears suddenly, unexpectedly, out of the corner of your eye. He seems to trigger an automatic reflex not to follow him. He's medium height, slender and with a huge triangular cranium. But Pillowhead seems to have a sense of style. I might spy Pillowhead once every few months and when I do, the colors of the sheet wrappings seem to blend in with the seasons. Dark blue or grey in the colder months, yellow or pale red in the spring and summer Sometimes Pillowhead is pulling a small shopping cart. It might be empty, it might be full. There is no rhyme or reason. There might not even be a shopping cart at all. Unpredictable. In fact, when I first saw Pillowhead, I wasn't quite sure if it was a man or woman But time elapsed and I passed by Pillowhead a few times. And sometimes the mysterious Pillowhead came up in conversation with neighbors and acquaintances. Slowly, the small clues accumulated. I knew Pillowhead. I knew Pillowhead before the pillow was in place. It took a while to verify but I am now ready to reveal how he came to be, what are his unique abilities and the meaning of the pillow And why Pillowhead should be feared
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Post by Ish Kabbible on Oct 24, 2024 23:11:20 GMT -5
And now it's 8 years later and the Pillowhead saga still waits to be told. And it must be, for if I don't relate it soon, there is no one else who can. Watch this space, I'll finally get it done. It'll probably come out slowly, long gaps between chapters. My energies and motivations are not what they used to be. The story format might get truncated from what I originally intended as we go along but I'll do what it takes to get it done
Just remember-This is an all true story
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2024 0:36:24 GMT -5
The thread title makes me think of Mike Lindell for some reason....
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Post by Ish Kabbible on Oct 25, 2024 12:35:40 GMT -5
Pillowhead- A Primer
Here's a short 5 minute YouTube clip explaining a key feature regarding the Power Of Pillowhead
How does this relate to the Pillowhead saga?
Patience people.
The saga will start soon
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Post by Ish Kabbible on Nov 1, 2024 13:32:48 GMT -5
Pillowhead- Chapter 1- Flipper Faster Than Lightning
We'll need to travel back in time, to the year 1967. Step into the portal with the swirling mists and
stink of rotten eggs. Or choose the portal where everything gets all wavy and might even spin around real quick
I recommend the rotten egg mists but that's me. Meet you on the other side
And here we are, Forest Hills in New York City. A quiet middle class neighborhood. Here's the public schoolyard where
many kids hangout after class. Street games are taking place in every area of the yard. Basketball, Softball, stickball, stoop ball,
spud, ring-a-leevio, scully, johnny-on-the-pony, Chinese handball and many others. The girls have their own section for skipping rope,
hopscotch and whatever else they do but I didn't pay attention at that age
And then there were the card flippers taking over a section of a wall. This was serious business going on. And this is where I first
met Mitch. He was amazing in this game. His flips were accurate and forceful. A competitor's card could be 1/2 inch from the wall.
Mitch would flip his 1/4 inch from the wall for the win. A card leaning against the wall would inevitably get knocked down by a Mitch flip.
I tried my luck against him but I was outclassed immediately. And I had lots of company
Why would people play against him? Well, it looked like Mitch would purposely lose from time to time to give the kids some hope.
At least, it looked to me his loses were controlled. Plus, kids would only use valueless, common baseball cards for their flipping
Plenty of Choo Choo Colemans and Bo Belinskys scattered on the ground. Mitch would show off his Mickey Mantles, Willie Mays
and other top-tier players. "You want these? Beat me!"
That was Mitch's innate talent. In all other ways he was an average athlete. Average size and strength. You'd want him on your team
but he would not be a star. He was fun to be with and eventually he was a good friend of mine. He did a great impression of President LBJ.
He'd wear someone's glasses, hanging down to the tip of his nose
"Mah fellow Americans. I come here today with a heavy heart. Ladybird cooked dinner last night".
A year or so passes, the flipping card games are abandoned. We're now in the early years of high school and Mitch is within my small circle of close friends
I'm at his house, watching TV. He had stepped away for a few minutes. When he returned he had a strange look on his face. In both of his hands he was holding
what appeared to be hard-cardboard square shaped objects
"Whatcha got there Mitch?"
He raised both his hands and proclaimed
"I AM THE COASTER"
And with that his hands came down, 2 spinning objects were approaching my head at great speed and I was frozen, awaiting impact
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Post by Confessor on Nov 1, 2024 18:40:59 GMT -5
What is a card flipper or card flipping?  |
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Post by Ish Kabbible on Nov 1, 2024 19:24:58 GMT -5
What is a card flipper or card flipping? I'm guessing you didn't watch that YouTube video preceding Chapter 1? It's all explained there Short answer is that it's similar to the old game of pitching pennies |
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Post by EdoBosnar on Nov 2, 2024 5:31:47 GMT -5
(...) "Mah fellow Americans. I come here today with a heavy heart. Ladybird cooked dinner last night". (...) * snort*  |
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Post by Confessor on Nov 4, 2024 0:55:46 GMT -5
Short answer is that it's similar to the old game of pitching pennies That doesn't really help.  |
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Post by Ish Kabbible on Nov 4, 2024 2:45:31 GMT -5
Short answer is that it's similar to the old game of pitching pennies That doesn't really help. A game that uses baseball cards ( give or take the size of a playing card) The players line up about 12 feet from a wall. They use wrist action to twirl the card as close to the wall as possible If a card leans against the wall, it can be beat by a card knocking it down The winner claims all cards used by the opponents BEWARE: Chapter 2 coming very soon |
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Post by Ish Kabbible on Nov 4, 2024 20:22:26 GMT -5
Pillowhead- Chapter 2- Here Comes The Coaster
I heard the whizzing sound, in stereo, both my ears tingling and feeling they just had a buzz cut
Behind me, two coasters, those things you put under a glass that has liquid in it, so as to not leave a water stain on a table, slid down the wall
"What the hell, Mitch. What's that about?"
"I just wanted to give you a taste of being Coasterized"
Wait, you're calling yourself The Coaster"
"Yes"
"You're part of that singing group, the ones who sang Poison Ivy, Along Came Jones , Charley Brown and Yakety Yak? Mitch, you're not black"
"No, no. I'm the Coaster because I use my flipping skills to fling various objects againgst ne're-do-wells"
"This is the silliest thing I've heard in years. And no one says ne're -do-wells anymore'
"Its fine. We're at the end of The Silver Age. The Coaster arrives just in time"
"Mitch, if I see you putting on a cape, I'll be keeping my distance from you"
"Don't worry. Wasn't planning to go the cape and long johns route. But come, let me show you my Arsenal Of Rightousness"
Which was on a few shelves in his closet. A collection of plastic lid tops from coffee cans and other containers, coasters of various geometric shapes and sizes,
and what appeared to be various metal tops that were removed by can openers. They've been flattened and their metal edges look filed down and deadly
I picked up one of those metal objects. " I can see it now Mitch, Vigilante Kills Criminal With Part Of A Tuna Can "
" Of course I'll try to wound before resorting to a Deadly Coaster Cut. And that’s why I've kept in training"
I was getting worried about Mitch. I was the only guy in our group who still read comics and saw they were getting less silly and a bit more realistic.
This Coaster stuff already felt out of date. But then Mitch gave me some demonstrations of his Coaster Control. Bing-a coaster clips the TV on/off button.
Coasters turning on wall light switches. I then notice Mitch can fling ambidextrously. OK, I'm impressed. He ends his demo in a flourish, several metal discs thrown with enough
force to stick into a wall
"Mitch, just one question. Why don't you use Frisbees? Call yourself the Frisbee Fool or something"
"Because Wham-O holds the copyright to Frisbees. Coasters belong to the people. I did my research"
And then I knew I shouldn't challenge Mitch's power fantasy any further that day. Except
"If you ever ask me to be Kid Coaster, your sidekick, we are done"
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Post by Ish Kabbible on Nov 11, 2024 18:13:19 GMT -5
Pillowhead- Chapter 3- S.O.S. The Coaster
Slight shuffle forward in time. It's 1972 and my long-haired friends and I will be turning 18. Mitch is still practicing his Coaster skills, growing his collection
and polishing them all up. Decisions about college and the growing fear about being eligible for the draft and Vietnam.
Thankfully the war is winding down (slowly). They are now using a birthday lottery system
to determine who has to report for induction. We gathered around the radio the night of the lottery. We heard that the first 40 birthdates
mentioned would all get inducted, the next few dozen would be on standby. You could imagine the relief when all of our birthdates came up much later
than "The Danger Zone"
I was convinced that summer Pres. Nixon was in his final days in office. The voting age had been lowered to 18 starting with that year's elections. I was convinced
George McGovern would be the winner of the election with all those new, young voters. No way for any other way
One evening Mitch and I plus 2 other buds, Bob and Phil, decided to go to the movies. There was a great double-feature being played for only $2 . The theater was in a
neighborhood none of us knew about, Woodhaven, and would be a short bus ride plus a long walk. We got there after 9:00PM, the movie already begun and told it's sold out.
We all needed to vent with a steady stream of words that would never be approved by the mods of the CCF or Proboards itself, so we'll skip that part and begin the long walk
back to where we started. Metropolitan Ave. after 9 PM was empty, most stores closed and dark. Only the bars showed signs of life. It wasn't too long that we heard some whistling
from somewhere behind us.
"Ya hear that?" What is It?" asked Bob
"Who cares? There's four of us. We're fine." answered Phil
Now you know why Bob and Phil are hardly ever mentioned in this story. Superfluous dialogue.
Suddenly in front of us was one guy, a bit small. "I don't like your face" .And he was pointing to me
He went down the line, finger pointing, "I don't like your face" for each and every one of us
And where they came from, I didn’t see, but 3 more neighborhood kids were approaching with opinions about our faces
I said to myself, OK it's 4 against 4. And we have The Coaster on our side
I took one more glance around to see where everyone was placed. My 3 friends were gone, leaving me with I-Don't-Like-Your-Face-Man and one crony
My fight-or-flight instincts changed at hyper speed. I managed to start my run, eluding the two closest to me. I noticed a bar across the street with some more neighborhood guys exiting and
wanting to know what's up. I'm now running for my life, there's 3 guys chasing me down Metropolitan Ave. I see up ahead about 2 blocks, Bob chasing down a bus, forcing the door open and throwing himself in.
I've now run 4 blocks at the fastest speed possible for me. Still there are 3 chasing me, too close that would make them keep going. At about 5 1/2 blocks I was exhausted.
I had to stop. I was caught. I was shoved around and the first punch landed. It wasn't an effective punch but what I planned to do was play dead. Take a dive. Fell to the ground in a fetal position
Then came the kicks. These hurt. Had to keep acting like I'm unconscious. If they kick my head, my acting career could be over. Thankfully I heard someone say "He's had enough. Let's go"
I stayed face down on the cement, counting down 120 seconds before getting up. Yeah, I limped the rest of the way home. Bruised and aching but head and groin safe
As I made that walk, I had to think, they never tried to rob me, didn't go for my pockets. I later learned this area was mostly blue-collar Irish who at that time had no love for hippies. Just a fun night for the neighborhood kids
My other unanswered question was: Where Was The Coaster? Which I found out a few days later when I was feeling better
"I didn't have my Coaters with me"
"Mitch-how..??" I was sputtering. I never sputtered before
"I just finished painting and polishing a large amount of my Coasters. Thought it should be a Coasterless night"
I should have went into that "With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility" business but why bother. The Coaster lost his fan
NEXT- PILLOWHEAD CHAPTER 4- THE EXPLODING HEAD AND THE WITCHES OF NEW PALZ
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