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on: July 12, 2019, 10:37:02 PM
PseudoPod 656: House Party Blues

Author: Suzanne Palmer
Narrator: Halloween Bloodfrost
Host: Alasdair Stuart

“House Party Blues” originally appeared in Black Static #39 (TTAPress) 2014

Show Notes
“I used to live next door to a house rented out to college students, and while they were actually mostly very nice, the near-nightly, all-summer-long, ’til 3am outdoor bonfire & bongo parties when I had infant twins trying to sleep definitely was not my favorite thing about being neighbors. This story was written one of those nights.”

He settles into the house like a new layer of skin, this fresh shell with room to grow and thrive, for a little while. He makes the pipes in the walls sing with his own heartbeat, dresses himself in the wallpaper, clothes himself in rug and woodwork, adorns himself with knicknacks and old family photos full of forced, unconvincing smiles. A husband, a wife, arms around each other, but space evident between.

The husband: beginnings of a beard in one, clean-shaven elsewhere, eyes dark, smile thin. Nowhere does it say wife-beater, but so he is, and those memories taste of beer and blood.

The wife: always in something floral, often long-sleeved, even at the beach, at the park. Leaning towards her husband, as if to try to draw him in turn towards her. That age-old myth told to women: if you love him enough, if you are a good enough wife, he will stop hitting you. He is surprised by the fury in her now; after all she put up with, the bruises and black eyes and broken bones, she never got to see her husband redeemed, her own sacrifices cashed in at last, and she is enraged.

No children; it made taking the house easier. It is not a place stained by laughter or joy.

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Reply #1 on: July 14, 2019, 04:23:10 PM
I was not a fan of the narration on this episode. I found the clipped narration tedious. The story was great but it felt like what it must be like to hear a narrated book by William Shatner!

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Reply #2 on: July 24, 2019, 07:46:00 PM
Interesting observation, Smackdab (welcome to the thread, eh). I got a chuckle whenever NOSYYYYYY LINNNNNDA was said. I interpreted the jarring narration as the creatures struggle to control its human host. Heh, William Shatner might be a fellow CDN, but he’s a hack!

In fact, the narrator’s tone made me think of the Edgger-Bug creature from the original (and still the A1 awesome) movie, Men In Black.

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Reply #3 on: August 26, 2019, 05:05:30 AM
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