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The first time I heard about The 100 I was driving home along the winding Coldwater Canyon. Jason called me after his development meeting with Warner Bros., where one of the projects they mentioned had caught his interest. All it took was the two-line pitch and I was instantly on board. I don’t remember exactly what I said as I tried not to drive off that twisty, poorly-lit road, but it was something to the effect of, “That’s so great you have to do it! I know you’re busy with the movie, but that will get on the air. It will go five seasons! Or more!”

And now, as The 100 goes into its fifth season, I’m leaving it behind. I’ve decided not to return to the show when it comes back, intrigued by the idea of doing something new. For those interested in the TV writing business, it’s often considered advisable to get experience on multiple shows, learning the different processes and room dynamics.

Given all that, I find myself thinking a lot about the early days. For the longest time the show lived on paper, just a potentiality. Eventually it got picked up to pilot and we cast a bevy of brilliant actors, who gave faces and voices and hearts to these characters. And then it gelled into something special. It’s been an extraordinary ride and I am so grateful for it. And for all of you. So thank you. May we meet again. 


There was a time
When I believed your lies,
But I guess decades without
Even a quick greeting,
A “Hi, how are you?”
Taught me to see you were
Simply paying lip service
With your promise of
Keeping in touch.

However inexplicably, our paths
Crossed again long after
You raced ahead.
We took different roads:
You chose the fast lane
Of the expressway;
I ended up bumping along
A dusty, twisty back road.
I never asked you to stay
Because the last thing I wanted
Was to hold you back.

At recess, swinging side by side
Days after we met, you swore
We’d be friends forever,
As you started your ascent
In the sky; I beamed and
Agreed…back when I still
Believed in the power
Of promises.

evawalters22  asked:

Hi snicketsleuth, this might seem like a random question but do you know whereabouts Staind-by-the-sea is set?

Hi, @evawalers22!

Actually it’s rather easy to figure out where Stain’d-by-the-Sea is located in “whatever-fictional-country-Lemony-Snicket-inhabits”. The author mentions a number of places which are implied to be very close to Stain’d-by-the-Sea and which also show up in “A Series Of Unfortunate Events”. And since some of these places show up on the canonical map (seen in Lemony Snicket’s autobiography), it’s actually possible to deduce other locations by way of elimination.

The first thing we know about Stain’d-by-the-Sea is that it’s situated in the Hinterlands, which means it has to be north of the Autobiography’s map.

“We’ll ask the questions around here,” Mimi Mitchum said. “We’re the law in Stain’d-by-the-Sea. We’re the ones who catch criminals and put them on the train back to the city to be locked up. From the outskirts of town in the hinterlands to the boundary of the Clusterous Forest, we know every single thing that happens in this town. So when strangers arrive, we feel it is our duty to welcome them and ask them what exactly it is that they’re doing here.”
[Who Could That Be At This Hour?, Chapter Five]

This is later confirmed by another quote which implies that the Mortmain Mountains are nearby.

“Loudest bark this side of the Mortmain Mountains,” Jackie said with pride, “but someone swiped her last night, and left this note for me taped to the Dilemna’s windshield.”
[Jackie - File Under: 13 Suspicious Incidents, Ransom Note]

Because it’s located in the Hinterlands region, it’s possible that locations such as the Village of Fowl Devotees, the Last Chance General Store, Heimlich Hospital and Caligari Carnival are in the vicinity as well.

Another reason Stain’d-by-the-Sea would have to be north of the map is Lousy Lane. When S. Theodora Markson travels from the City to Stain’d-by-the-Sea, she passes by a road that’s clearly meant to smell like Lousy Lane.

Before long we had passed out of the neighborhood, and then out of the district, and then out of the city altogether and were driving along a very twisty road that made me grateful I had eaten little. The air had such a curious smell that we had to close the windows of the roadster, and it looked like rain.
[Who Could That Be At This Hour?, Chapter Two]

The stretch of road that leads out of the city, past Hazy Harbor and into the town of Tedia, is perhaps the most unpleasant in the world. It is called Lousy Lane. Lousy Lane runs through fields that are a sickly gray color, in which a handful of scraggly trees produce apples so sour that one only has to look at them to feel ill. Lousy Lane traverses the Grim River, a body of water that is nine-tenths mud and that con­tains extremely unnerving fish, and it encircles a horseradish factory, so the entire area smells bitter and strong.
[The Reptile Room, Chapter One]

We can even pinpoint the lesser lane she would have taken on the Autobiography’s map: it’s right between Tedia and Daedalus Dock.

Of course there’s no train on the Autobiography’s map, so the trainline which goes from Stain’d-by-the-Sea to the City probably takes a very long detour. But that’s kind of logical because this trainline is stated not to pass by any major city on the way between the two locations. If the trainline were anywhere near Lousy Lane, it’d probably pass by Tedia and/or Daedalus Dock. Which it doesn’t.

“It’s standard policy,” Polly Partial said, using a phrase which never means anything. “Unless there are special requests, The Thistle of the Valley makes no scheduled stops in town but travels across the sea and finally reaches the city before continuing on to various villages and tourist attractions.”
[Why Is This Night Different From All Other Nights?, Chapter Two]

What’s interesting about this trainline is that it actually shows up in “A Series Of Unfortunate Events” as well. The Baudelaire orphans remember having to change trains at a busy station that did the junction between Paltryville and the Vineyard of Flagrant Drapes.

This vineyard was famous for having grapes that smelled delicious, and it was very pleasant to picnic in the fields,while the fragrance drifted in the air and the vineyard’s famous donkeys, who helped carry bushels of grapes at harvesttime, slept in the shade of the grapevines. To reach the vineyard, the Baudelaires had to take not one train but two, transferring at a busy station not far from Paltryville, and on the day that Violet and Klaus were remembering, the children had been separated from their parents in the rush of the transferring crowd.
[The Carnivorous Carnivale, Chapter Nine]

This station closely resembles Stain’d-by-the-sea’s overcrowded train station… and it’s implied that Stain’d-by-the-Sea is not too far away from Paltryville.

“There aren’t any optometrists left in town,” Moxie told me. “The closest eye doctor is way over in Paltryville, but she doesn’t have a very good reputation.”
[File Under: 13 Suspicious Incidents, “Pinched Creature”]

So if Daniel Handler were to draw a larger map of the universe he’s created, it would probably look something like this:

It’s very very rough (forgive my drawing skills) but it would give us, at least, a sense of where some locations are in relation to each other. Basically the entire northern-western portion of the map is the Hinterlands, a remote desert with a few locations of interest.


Solo Summer Road Trip | Babes Ride Out East Coast
5 Places to Stop from New Jersey to Catskills 

Rule # 1 for planning a solo road trip? Know all your stops… and if you plan on roaming around the green fields of New England or anywhere on the East Coast, you’re in for a real treat! 

From eerie roads with a paranormal past to delicious hole-in-the-wall diners, the route from New Jersey to Catskills is full of hidden gems. Jersey native and Babes Ride Out East Coast manager, Kelly McCaughey is one of the raddest girls we’ve met from the event, and for good reason. This dog loving, Sk8-Hi wearing, dirt bike ripper can name off any and all the best secret excursions to stop and enjoy while you’re making the trek down to Catskills. While Kelly was working her magic at BRO EC 2, we were able to pull away this busy-bee to fill us in on the best stops to make for anyone looking to plan a solo road trip on the East Coast.

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It’s fawn season...

Guys, pleasepleasePLEASE if you live in an area with deer, PLEASE slow down if you see one near the road. It is spring, which means fawns. I need to say this because on my way home from work today, I witnessed someone nearly hit a fawn on the road because they didn’t slow down when the doe crossed the road. The poor baby was just trying to get to it’s mother and almost died because some idiot didn’t want to slow down. Last week I rounded a corner and found twin fawns standing in the middle of the road. Twisty roads + skittish creatures = danger for both humans and animals. Where there’s one deer, you can be almost certain there are more. Please, for your own safety as well as theirs, SLOW DOWN IF YOU SEE A DEER.


In the morning they head west, driving over fallow fields and down unmarked paths, dirt roads. He has a compass. He still doesn’t know the way.

The truck had seemed stupid when he bought it, even though he really did haul things after they moved out into the country. It does not seem stupid anymore.

Aside from the emptiness, the world looks almost normal. “Maybe we should’ve gone out earlier,” he says, chewing on his lip. A month, he thinks. A month that Matthew’s been out here on his own. And what were they so afraid of? This is no post-apocalyptic wilderness. Just abandoned farms and stray dogs, barking.

Scully dismisses him too quickly, so he knows she was thinking the same thing. “We did the right thing,” she says. “We couldn’t know if it was safe.”

“We still don’t know if it’s safe.”

She stares out the window. A dog — some kind of collie, scrawny under its matted fur — sits on its haunches by the side of the road and watches as they pass. “It almost certainly isn’t.”

“Dad?” It’s been silent in the backseat all morning, except for the faint, frustrating sound of Will chewing on his nails. Mulder thought he’d broken that habit years ago. Now Will asks, sounding eight years old again, “We’re gonna find him, right?”

“Of course we are, buddy,” Mulder says, but even as the words leave his mouth he thinks that he shouldn’t make those kinds of promises.

After two hours on increasingly twisty mountain roads they near a crossroads, and from a half mile away Mulder can see people standing around. His hands tighten on the steering wheel. Will leans forward. “What are they—”

Men standing in the road, maybe a dozen of them, all with assault rifles strapped to their backs. More dogs. These much better fed than the mangy collie they’d left behind.

“Just keep driving,” Scully says evenly, ignoring Will’s question.

On instinct Mulder slows down as he approaches the crossroads. The men aren’t getting out of the road. One of them swings his rifle, takes it in his hands. “Scully,” he says.

From the backseat, Will says, his voice high and thin, “What do they want?”

Scully’s face is stone. She says it again. “Keep driving.”

He grits his teeth and accelerates. In an instant the men scatter, and Will turns in his seat to look out the back window. “Dad, they’re aiming,” he says, and just as he finishes speaking they hear the first round go off. Something dings their bumper and he speeds up, dust kicking up behind them. He doesn’t look back until there are miles between them.

There’s a long silence after. Finally Will says, “Is that…is that the kind of stuff you guys did before?”

Scully and Mulder exchange glances. “In the bad old days,” Mulder says, trying for jovial. It would be great if his heart rate returned to normal some time this century.

“Cool.” Will leans back in his seat, and they make eye contact in the rearview mirror. Will is trying to look unfazed. He says, “It’s okay.”

His son is old enough to comfort him, Mulder realizes, and somehow that disturbs him more than the gunshots.


Was able to get my 560SEL next to my Town Car today… As different as they are, they really are contemporaries… both introduced in the Fall of 1979 as 1980 models… coexisting thru the 1989 model year.

Vastly different design philosophies… yet equally enjoyable.

Truth be told, I’d rather drive the Lincoln on a lazy Sunday… but would entrust my safety to the Mercedes on a wet, dark, twisty road….


For the last day of the trip, we drove up the Columbia river gorge on the historic highway ( by which I mean, a narrow twisty road, but with spectacular views). Apparently everybody else who had come to the area for the eclipse and stayed an extra day was doing the same thing, it we kind of expected that.

There were about three things I really wanted to see, and we managed two of them. (The third was Mt. Hood, which we did see looming faintly in the distance when we were driving in the day before, along with Mt. St. Helens, which I had had no idea was so close to Portland, relatively speaking. Anyway, due to the now somewhat expected smoky haze, the visibility didn’t allow for views of any of the big volcanoes, so we skipped the drive up to the top of Larch Mountain.)

However, I very much wanted to see Multnomah Falls, and at that, we were successful. At top, enjoy a slightly off-center view, a gif of the water falling, and The Famous View, which is the one in ALL the photos and paintings. It was pretty great, even with the heavy crowds.

The other stop was Vista House, a 1925 structure on a promontory. The lovely exterior photo of same is thanks to one of my traveling companions, Nicole, because like a dope I forgot to take one. (Also I apologize for essentially two of the same photo, looking east; I don’t know what I was thinking there, and I can’t seem to edit it now.). Anyway, lovely views despite the haze.

And then with a visit to Salt & Straw, a gourmet ice cream place with wacky flavors, our trip to the Northwest was essentially over!

Next: HOME.


This is for like if you have an actual final destination btw like obviously depending on the length of the trip you’ll have some stops but like this is for ones that like you’re gonna actually stop somewhere eventually




•MONEY (gas, food, ect.)

•SNACKS/FOOD- you may think, “oh I’ll mostly want junk food” but coming from experience, even if you usually hate healthy food, oatmeal with fruit and nuts at 6:30am is gonna taste like the best thing you’ve ever eaten in your life.
So pack healthy snacks as well.
Suggestions for snacks are:
– fruit - Bananas oranges and apples are good as you can usually throw the peels and stuff out the window as long as the backseat has their windows up, blueberries and strawberries ect are good in containers, but try and keep them in a cooler or something
– chips - let’s face it. Chips are awesome. You can try dip too but it can get messy if you aren’t careful. If you’re using a rental car I’d say don’t risk it.
– some sort of actual meal - oatmeal, salads, sandwiches. All good ideas. For trips that are longer than a day I suggest stopping at fast food places as well (oddly enough McDonald’s has some pretty decent breakfast stuff, even if you’re vegetarian like me [bagels, oatmeal, yogurt])
– drinks - water. LOTS of water. Buy a few 1L bottles from Walmart. Tea is good to have for mornings, if you can make it before you go or to buy from somewhere. Juice and pop I wouldn’t recommend, they don’t keep you hydrated and there isn’t enough caffeine in them to really wake you up in any significant way. Coffee is always good for mornings and nights, stock up (but be safe obviously)

•MUSIC - add lots to spotify, go on an iTunes binge, bring every cd you own, and DONT FORGET THE FUCKING CORD!!!

• TISSUES - you may not see the need, but trust me. People sneeze randomly, people spill things and need napkins, ect. Even just one of those tiny .50c packs.

• HAIR TIES - if you have long hair, you’ll want a hair tie eventually. Trust me.

• ENTERTAINMENT - some of those car board games, mash, madlibs, ect.

• CAMERA - your inner hipster is gonna come out and you’ll wanna take a picture of the mountains or the trees or something, so make sure you at least have a phone camera ready cause those picture perfect moments only last about 10 seconds


•TAKE BREAKS - either at hotels, gas stations, little stores, or even just on the side of the road for a bit, get out of the car and walk around a little (yes even if it’s cold just do it for like 5 minutes and go hide in the car again)

• DRINK LOTS OF WATER - make sure you have lots of water and whenever you can refill your water bottles cause road trips and travelling can take a lot out of a person

• SLEEP - if it’s 4am and you just got on the road (and you’re NOT driving) and you’re trying to fight sleep JUST GO TO SLEEP. Fuck it could be 7pm but if you’re tired, you’re tired. HAVE A NAP.

• EAT - even if it’s a short trip and you’re the only one driving try and make sure you eat, either when you stop or if it’s safe enough while driving


And final word of advice: DONT LOOK AT YOUR PHONE OR BE READING OR WHATEVER ON TWISTY ROADS. Even if you don’t normally feel sick, you will if you try and read on a twisty windy road.


Road to the Cairnwell by Neil Williamson
Via Flickr:
Looking along the twisty, turny road leading up to the Cairnwell Pass.

as someone who forgot how to dream of the future and be the master of my own destiny at one point, what im bout to say is important to me. im finally putting on the big bed trousers and setting my sights on getting recognition as an artist bc its the only thing im naturally good at and if you get recognition in something you’re good at, you can goof off and have a time with it, and u know me, im all about that sort of thing so im puttin all my chips in. wish me luck on this twisty road! and thanks for liking my art and stuff :-) its all bc of you goons that im realizing i could really pull off some great stunts with my talents. peace 🐶✌

rearview mirror while driving in the mountains is useful for:

  • looking at the pavement on the hill directly behind you
  • looking at the sky directly behind you
  • looking at the fog all around you
  • looking at the grill of the crazy driver in his pickup truck behind you who’s been driving on these roads for the past 40 years and tailgating you, even though you’re going 10 over on these narrow, twisty, bumpy roads for the past 5 miles and you wish he’d cut you a break

Good Morning from Scotland 

Sunrise in Sutherland by Scotland’s Mountains
Via Flickr:
There’s a great Film of the photographers wild camping on the top of the Sutherland mountains  from experienced walker Murray Wilkie, well worth 20 minutes of your time

Beyond Assynt… Mention Assynt and the first few things that spring into my mountain brain start with an S! Suilven, Stac Pollaidh and then the mind wanders to the C’s – Cul Beag, Cul Mor , Canisp…. Beyond Assynt lies Sutherland, mountains such as Foinavan and Quinag take centre stage… A fabulous part of the country for sure.. So when flicking through the SMC Corbetts book a few years back I was intrigued by the “other “ mountains in the area. Ben Hee, Beinn Leoid, Glas Bheinn….. My interest was sparked… sometimes the lesser known hills in areas of such mountainous beauty hold their own little secrets – they usually give the best views to the better known hills!! Chrulaiste being my favourite example, although it’s secret has long left the building! So a short spell of settled weather, in the North West saw me spilling over maps and investigating some nice easy wild camp options. I decided on Glas Bheinn, nice and close the road and giving the potential for some splendid views Arriving at a small layby around 4pm (the Quinag car park was full!) I set off along a rather damp stalkers path. Soon after cresting a small rise (where Suilven came into view ;)) I decided that it was time to head upwards! Pathless and rocky near the top, I had to watch my footing. Even a drenching from a few showers didn’t quail my excitement…. I was soon making my way around a magnificent Corrie that held Loch a Choire Dheirg. The views here were amazing, and these didn’t even include any mountains – just lochs, lochans and sea – this was going to be a grand place to take photos later…. A short walk to the summit Cairn and the sun came back out, the rays drying away the dampness caused by the earlier rain. There was more good news – lots of flat grassy ground to pitch. Of course I went for a pitch with a view and soon had a porch with Assynt laid out before it! I love wild camping and I love taking piccies – especially of the sunsets and sunrises. However this is where summer in Scotland ain’t that good – there is only about 4 hrs between the two on top of a mountain at this time of year!! So after watching the sunset around 10.30, I headed off to sleep- for a whole 3.5hrs. I woke at 03.30 and fumbled about the tent! Sunrise was meant to be at 04.30 but by the time I emerged from the tent it was nearer 4 and the sky was already turning an amazing shade over the summit. Cue lots of half a sleep panicking and I ran (well trotted and stumbled) to get to the summit before the light show ended.. Think I just made it – it was amazing as ever…. Feeling pleased with myself I then lazed in the tent with the door open and watched as the rising sun lit up Assynt… What an experience…. By 0530 the sun was up and it was time to head off. I was back in the car for 07.30 so decided on a wee trip past Lochinver and round the coast. An amazing car journey on a twisty road…. I had been so lucky! So much so that I didn’t even mind the 4.5 hr drive home  Side note – with phrases like “watched with the tent door open” I know some of you will be wondering if the local wildlife came to play- well I can say with hand on heart that not one midge visited me whilst on the mountain (it was breezy the night b4 but still in the morning !! – they must have been waiting on my return at the car ;))