Today Is The Day Before Tomorrow.

Abby enjoyed her last day off from work today. Abigail started her morning, well nude and quite relaxed, while brushing and styling her beautiful hair, then she slipped into her swimsuit which she would use for our swimming time later. She took her purse and left the house scantily-attired and leisurely barefoot, as the weather was fine to attend her casual morning jogging. Abby regularly goes barefoot outdoors and often encourages others to do the same, as is her practice for maintaining excellent natural form in her exercises. On warm or hot days, Abby is as comfortably barefoot in the streets of Houma as she is always barefoot in the swamps or at home, of course. Finishing her briskly accomplished neighborhood barefoot run before noon, Abby stopped in at the International House of Pancakes diner for a free serving of pancakes. Abby gave gladly her alloted donation to the children’s advocacy charity. Then she came out to see me in her newest boat at Lake Bayou. Abby couldn't wait "to hit the water" as her swimming pleasure was most assuredly to be the highlight of her day. No one looks like Abby when she's swimming and diving, the way she gleams when submerged and how adeptly she swims underwater. I never fail to be impressed by her beauty and her grace. After a long and luxurious swim together, we withdrew to a nearby glade, conducting our favorite of lovemaking rituals. Another fine day has come to pass for us. Abby is at home now, having bathed properly and is at the moment quite sound asleep from exhaustion until her primetime television shows come on. Her work day tomorrow is hopefully to be uneventful and easier for her than before. Save for the air conditioner, that infernal machine she describes that will either break down or else never turn off and make the place into a chilled over "icebox" not very much to her liking. Ah, well. Worse things have happened, and I cannot foresee any other problems for my Abby tomorrow. So everything of design perpetuates well for both of us, life flows on here in the bayou.


Next:
Damn It All To Hell...
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/damn-it-all-to-hell.html

Nightshade's Abduction and Memory Loss.

Will Uncovering What Really Happened To Nightshade
Help To End The Infinite Crisis?

The Enchantress has given me vital information as to the brief abduction of Nightshade by a man whose description is now confirmed to be Alexander Luthor of Earth-3. Nightshade remembers that her fellow captives were Power Girl (who is now on Earth-2), Martian Manhunter, Breach, Lady Quark, Black Adam, and the Ray. Also present was the version of Superboy who rampaged against a gathering of heroes recently in Smallville, Kansas on the same day Earth-2 was splintered away from our own reality. What Nightshade is unable to remember is how she escaped and who rescued her. I will pass this information on to Black Orchid at the next opportunity. This knowledge has shown me one thing: I should never again doubt my instincts, nor quickly dismiss any further premonitions I or my family should have. One way or another, this Infinite Crisis should draw to a close promptly. And when it does, who knows what the consquences of this latest revelation shall be?


Next:
Today Is The Day Before Tomorrow.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/today-is-day-before-tomorrow.html

The Orchid In Atlantis.

The Naked Flower of The Seven Seas...


re: Susan Linden Thorne Weems II wrote:

"Dear Alec. Sorry this e-mail has to be so short. I can't keep the phone line busy for very long. I'm on the Sea Devils' ship. They've been gracious hosts. I sent you this photo we took of me visiting Lori's garden peak! She's a talented cultivator, let me tell you. Tomorrow is Lori's birthday. I'm going to Atlantis just in time for a mermaid's birthday party! This is so exciting. Somebody's talking to me. They want me off the ship and in the water again. Something is going on down there. Time for another good healthy swim and go check it out. I'm fine, just having a hard time keeping up with everyone else. Everyone's extremely pushy, but I don't blame them. Working in the ocean is a real challenge for me. But I love it, I've never seen anything like this. Into the blue I go again! We'll need the floodlight this time, it's already dark. But I'm not scared though, far from it. Dive time! If I miss my splash, they'll leave me here. I'm off.
Best watery wishes to you back home, Suzy."

Suzy seems to be at her best under pressure. If all goes well in their recovery work, she will have wonderful memories of this experience. An interesting and pleasing event this may be to behold indeed.


Next:
Nightshade's Abduction and Memory Loss.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/nightshades-abduction-and-memory-loss.html

Mardi Gras Time!

Tefé Had A Fine Day At The New Orleans Festival.

I hope everyone is having a safe and happy Mardi Gras weekend.
Abby and Tefé and their friends certainly are.
I'm so proud of my loved ones.
Enjoy the celebrations, my friends!



Next:
The Orchid In Atlantis.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/orchid-in-atlantis.html

Lori Lemaris.

Beautiful Lori Lemaris.

The Little Mermaid With Colossal Problems!

Early this evening, Suzy and I heard a sonic disturbance channeling into the Green. Hurriedly, we rushed out to the Shell Beach region in the Gulf Stream Islands. There, on an isolated sandy beach we met our most unusual siren temptress wielding a now-silenced conch horn.
Lori Lemaris was her name, and she is a mermaid, a highly-respected and noble denizen of legendary Atlantis! Suzy knew of Lori's fame, and instantly heaped praise and delight upon the noble mermaid's survival of the Spectre's destruction of the Atlantean Kingdom.
Lori came to us because she had nowhere left to turn. Atlantean Queen Mera's resources have begun to wane tremendously, and now even Aquaman himself is nowhere to be found. Lori attempted to contact Superman, Wonder Woman, Power Girl, and others. But she ultimately failed, as every hero is either lost, displaced, or missing in action during the continuing chaos of the Infinite Crisis. Suzy and I were Lori's last resort. Suzy lifted the wet tender mermaid into her powerful purple naked arms. She insisted they go to the Oblivion Bar, as the mystics there would be to Lori's advantage. Suzy told me that her involvement with Lori would take her away for some time. I told her it would be all right. She has served me well, and I would always be grateful. Suzy then told me that after her journey to Lori's underwater homeland, she would begin to involve herself more closely in the scheme of things. Find a way to halt the Society's progress, or help in the coordination of an effort to neutralize the OMACs, perhaps. Anything but to sit on the sidelines while other heroes fail.
I offered to go with her, but she insisted I remain. She was right. The dead raconteur's bleeding of stories remains unresolved despite my best efforts turn things about. A madman sits in a prison, waiting for release like a ticking time bomb. I cannot ignore these things. Besides, Abby would never forgive me if I risk our well-being on yet another crusade to save humanity. The burden must fall on one who is prepared. And I trust no one more than Black Orchid. I hugged the heroic nymphic women, wishing them the best of luck. They bid me farewell. Soon I was alone on that beach. Lori and Suzy submerged themselves into the gulfstream waters, then swam away in their consumate grace. As soon as the women in the water were gone, the sky darkened, and a formidable thunderstorm began, as if echoing my concern and despair of being isolated from the outside world-- now at a time when power such as mine is needed most.


Next:
Mardi Gras Time!
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/mardi-gras-time.html

Tefé On Parade With The Crewe of Aphrodite.

Tefé is riding barefoot in the 22nd Krewe of Aphrodite parade tonight. She looks exquisite in her white toga costume, complete with pink sash and magic girdle.

With or without her powers, the young Barefoot Lady Tefé always
has been, and forever shall be a Goddess of most exquisite beauty,
not unlike the Barefoot Olympian Aphrodite.


Next:
Lori Lemaris.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/lori-lemaris.html

The Woodrue Investigation Is Complete.

Should We Close The Book On Jason Woodrue?


Suzy Is Back From Belle Reve Prison With Her Report...


re: Susan Linden Thorne Weems II wrote:

"Alec, I have filed my report and I hope it is to your liking. After obtaining my security pass with pertaining papers and putting the finishing touches on my human disguise and my proper composition and pigmentation [Eyes were still violet in color, hence my wearing of tinted glasses] I was processed quickly under my DEO Agent alias and rushed into the viewing room of the interrogation center. Somewhat high tech situated, but still obsolete when comparison ratios to Blackgate, the Slab, Arkham, and other such security laden criminal-holding facilities are taken into account. Dr. Woodrue was placed in the cell under armed guards and I viewed him via the channel [per your suggested precautions]. He seemed stable, he waited patiently as the line of questioning through my dictation and reception was being prepared, as I could not communicate with him directly for your fear of my possible tipping him off as to my individual presence. I've tried to be as complete in my study as is pertinent. Here are the following results:

Does Dr. Woodrue remember Alec Holland, and is he aware of your family?

Yes. He has full recollection of you, and of your initial confrontation. In addition he knows all that followed in the intervening years.
He remembers Abby, in her early encounters with him, concerning his proving of the discovery of your true nature as the most primary Earth Elemental. He remembers that his devastating attempts to harm humanity and all animal life is, by default, to do grevious harm to the Green. He recalls confronting the Cult of the Manhunters on humanity's behalf. He's not forgotten his oath of the New Guardians, and his eventual discarding of it, in turn disavowing his very acts of superheroism. He remembers standing helpless before you in your omnipotent phase. He remembers Tefé, her captivity, her great power, her escape and attempted assassination of him. He recalls his second breakdown, the anger Batman shown him at the breaking of his ties to the superhero community. He remembers his progenital arrangement with Poison Ivy, how he promoted to her the creation of lower class hybrids, especially the short-lived Ferak women, their personal "children", so to speak. He remembers being temporarily Jokerized, the splitting off of variant versions of Jason Woodrue, each carrying on a single aspect of his personality to a different location. That is to his full extent, which invites the next question:

What is it that he does not know, or he has forgotten/or been mindwiped from his memory?

Dr. Woodrue is unaware that Tefé has been stripped of her powers during your confrontation with the now-vanished Sargon The Sorceror [who is now presumably exiled to the reformed Earth-2 dimension, and is not active as a factor at this time, by any rate].
Dr. Woodrue no longer recalls his association with the Wizard's Secret Society of Super-Villains. He has forgotten his long-standing friendship with the villainess Star Sapphire, and how she detested his behavior/dark humor at times, her adverse reaction to his shrill laughter in particular. He knows not any of the secrets of the Justice League. He feels no reason whatsoever to distrust or to hate them. He doesn't even remember who Zatanna is! He holds no grudges against Green Lantern or the Atom. He certainly has no animosity for the Swamp Thing. For him, the whole of his life as been a learning experience to influence this planet by setting a meaningful example. He seems to feel his life is being spiritually guided by the Green. He no longer questions anything of consquence. Even his imprisonment is part of some master plan he is never to know the full meaning of. Nor does he care. He truly is lobotomized fully as a creature of the Green can possibly become, when you get down to it. Zatanna really did a number on him this time. Despite her rage in doing so, I think she finally did the job right. I think perhaps this all may turn out for the best.

I will be leaving the final evaluation to you. If there is going to be a massive widespread jailbreak by the Villains United Society hinted at by Poison Ivy, I can't imagine Dr. Woodrue being a future danger to anyone. He's far beyond being a physical threat now. But it remains your decision on if we must take action in this instance. Very sincerely yours, Suzy."

This report and my subsequently optimistic discussion with Suzy today has set my mind at ease. Woodrue is no longer the threat we believed of him. You cannot imagine what a relief this experience has turned out to be.


Next:
Tefé On Parade With The Crewe of Aphrodite.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/tef-on-parade-with-crewe-of-aphrodite.html

Love and Sanctity. Nothing Else Matters.

Tefé, The Barefoot Romantic...

I had a meaningful discussion with Tefé this morning. She will be staying with her lover Zaina full time now. Abby has at last agreed to this arrangement, it is for the best for all of us. It will allow me greater access to Abby and her house. Tefé feels that Zaina is, as yet, still not prepared to face the greater truth of Tefé's existence and conception. Given the negative reaction and my brief interaction with Abby's former lover, Jake, I cannot see any fault in this notion. Tefé is happy where she will be staying, and I can be closer to Abby more of the time. All our respective happiness is what matters most.


Next:
The Woodrue Investigation Is Complete.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/woodrue-investigation-is-complete.html

Zatanna: No Cooperation At All.

Has Zatanna become the most worthless of superheroines?

Abby arrived in New Orleans around 11. She found Zatanna's performance studio close to noon. The magic show didn't start until 1, so there was still time for the proper questioning we needed to conduct. I remained concealed in the rosebud Abby was carrying until such time she had privacy with Zatanna. The lady magician took a drag off her locoweed stick, Zatanna exhaled the vulgar smoke, and insisted that I make myself visible. Abby began to feel distaste for the sorceress at this point, but I assured her this needed to be done as I manifested myself in the sight of Zatanna. She was very down to business, asking what the Floronic Man has done to us this time. Abby replied, very matter of factly, nothing--yet. Abby insisted on knowing exactly what was done to Woodrue in his mindwipe and how much longer it will last? Zatanna told us to get out. She said the Justice League is dead, and whatever the Secret Society of Supervillains do after their mindwipe punishment is no longer any of her concern. This sent Abby off on a tirade of her own! Abby insisted that if I, the Swamp Thing had ever been a standing member of the Justice League, perhaps none of this Infinite Crisis business would be occurring. Abby insists that if I'd been around, the Identity Crisis involving Sue Dibny's demise would have not been so disastrous for every party involved. In the end, Zatanna has no one to blame but herself, and no amount or makeup, hairspray, fancy top hats, fishnet stockings, or theatrics can hide that fact. Zatanna then turned around, looking very different. Her face was older, unkept and haggard. Burn marks from her father's fiery death years ago scorched the flesh of one side of her face and neck, the hand that held her destroyed father's had healed badly, the wrist of that hand also scarred recently by Catwoman's whip. Likewise, the gash of recently inflicted scratch marks by Catwoman on the other side of her face disfigures Zatanna further, nearly costing her an eye, which also remains wounded and unpatched. As are the glass cuts she received when hurled through a window and into a trash dumpster three stories below prior to that. Two of her fingers on her good hand are taped together rather tightly, probably due to Zatanna punching Catwoman in the face to defend herself. Likewise, Zatanna's body was no longer shapely and well kept, but sagging and worn and suffering possible internal injuries due to the attacks she sustained from Catwoman, aggrivating the previous injuries Zatanna had taken in a confrontation with the assassin Deathstroke in late 2004.
This was her true appearance, minus the glamor spell she cast long ago to maintain a perfect and youthful appearance, falsehood though it is. After this unsettling revelation, Zatanna allowed the spell, which is permanent until the moment of her death, to resume. She told us this discussion was over. Abby insisted it wasn't. Abby posited that if Zatanna was as inept as Constantine-- then certainly I, the Swamp Thing, should have taken my proper place amongst the ranks of the Justice League and been honored as such, neutralizing or destroying the dangers that continually plague us. Our daughter Tefé's monumental struggles should have to be aided to this very day by the Teen Titans and their companionship. That the heroes neglect of our family is wrong. Zatanna returned that honor and privilege never enter into it: she was subject to the League's demands and was forced to mystically lobotomize the unspeakably vicious, cruel, and insane Dr. Light. This was the catalyst to Zatanna's downfall. Abby asked if John Constantine taught her how to do the spell. She demanded an answer. Zatanna replied, yes she learned it from John. Abby burst out of the room, she'd had more than her tolerance of magic and its abuses for the day. I insisted that Zatanna return with us to ultimately deal with Woodrue, as his spared life and future sins were now her responsibility. She refused, saying that I would have to solve my own problems for myself, she's done attempting and failing to do anything heroic or in the line of duty. She'd rather die at the hands of the alien Sheeda than have to be held accountable for a mindwipe or a slaying again. Zatanna went on sarcastically, to come back on Saturday. She'd be performing Houdini's infamous water torture and drowning in chains due to our appalling distraction of her concentration would be a lovely way to expire. Abby said Zatanna will never get off so easy. At this point, harsh words prevailed and I had to escort Abby physically out of the dressing room. We accidentally wound up on stage, where my towering stature and most unusual appearance to the masses won me a pleasing round of applause to which I bowed, beside a most shaken Abby. It's good to be appreciated at times like this, even if I am just part of the show. And it is truly as they say, the show must go on...


Next:
Love and Sanctity. Nothing Else Matters.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/love-and-sanctity-nothing-else-matters.html

Time For Our Contemplation and Careful Planning...

Suzy's Down To Earth.
As You See, She Has Both Of Her Bare Feet Close To The Ground.

Abby and I spent most of the day with Black Orchid planning out our strategy, our next move. I admit to being distracted in my own thoughts when taking this picture of Suzy. She jested that it is flattering to her that anyone would think her feet would be so pretty. This put Abby well at ease. I asked Suzy if she was prepared to accept an assignment from me. She said it depended upon what the objective was. I informed both Suzy and Abby together as to the danger being posed by Jason Woodrue. Both women remained silent, waiting for me to continue, which was of good necessity. Suzy was to enter Belle Reve penetentiary in disguise of paramount import, simply to spy on Woodrue directly without him recognizing her.
No need to set him off prematurely. She agreed to this. Abby and I, meanwhile, are to go to New Orleans and seek out Zatanna, who is currently hosting performances of her stage act there to question her about the nature of the mindwipe she had subjected to Woodrue.
Abby does not trust mindwipes after our experience with Constantine's miserably failed attempt to graft our daughter Tefé into a normal life that was not her own. I asked that she give Zatanna the benefit of the doubt. Abby agreed and smiled, saying that at least she could enjoy a good magic show out of the deal.
Suzy was despondent about the need for a physical disguise, given the security measures at Belle Reve precluded the use of her pheromone manipulation. I assured my young colleague that I had every faith in her abilities and it is certainly time to do things the old fashioned way when a well-known enemy such as Woodrue is involved. She said if she learned anything she would let us know. Abby and Suzy set out to make the preparations for our respective missions. If all goes well, this matter may soon be resolved for us, in its entirety. But then, affairs such as this always have a way of going to hell against us, now don't they?


Next:
Zatanna: No Cooperation At All.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/zatanna-no-cooperation-at-all.html

A Warning From Poison Ivy!

She's Back From The Grave.
She is as maddening and terrifying as ever.
But is Pamela Isley still dangerous?

Pamela Lillian Isley, aka. Poison Ivy. I found her lurking in an algae laden dike reservoir this morning. Just laying there in the moldering water, up to her chin. From what I gathered she had slept in there, feeding on the decay itself for substanance. I am somewhat at a loss for words to readily explain this situation at a veritable exchange. Suffice to say, lying idle in moldering moat water cessed over with algae is most unusual behavior even for Ivy. Upon my approach she submerged her face once more beneath the murky algae film that layered the surface of the long still water. I summoned her to rise, insisting that she express her affairs plainly. She raised her slick-wet beautiful slender head from the murk. With a sigh she addressed me irreverently, saying that I was full of myself. So much for respect. Her shiny greased-back slicked-down wet hair was barnacled green with algae and ensuing mildew molds, scant little of her hair's blood-red hue remained visible beneath the gluey emerald moss. Her skin glistened with clorophyll glory as she lifted her slender naked form, extricating herself from the murky entrenchment slowly and most disdainfully, as if she wished to remain, indigently. I asked if she was all right, if I could help her? She asked rather cruelly if I was planning to help her the way I did with Killer Croc. And repeat my failure in doing so. No thanks and go to Hell was her reply. She told me I was a hypocrate and became most insulting in the telling of it. At this point, her harsh insults no longer mattered to me. All I wanted was the truth of this matter. I asked what her visit and dereliction was about. Why was she still pretending to be dead? Why would she journey halfway across the country, on her bare feet, to my swamp? Poison Ivy warned me that the man we both have good reason to hate is coming to get me. She pointed directly to Belle Reve prison on the other side of the bayou, still in operation on the coast. There: Jason Woodrue, the insane Floronic Man remains incarcerated. Suffering the ill effects of a second mystical mindwipe. It was inflicted upon him by an angry sorceress with diminishing but still considerable powers, due to his own dire transgressions in siding with the forces of evil against my allies, the now-defunct Justice League. Still, Woodrue poses a potential threat. Poison Ivy persists that Woodrue will be coming for me again once more, to destroy me and all I hold dear. And this time, even I may not be able to stop him. She demanded that we work together to destroy him now, before the Criminal Society of All Villains United can liberate him from his physical and emotional bonds. If we don't kill him now, he will in time make us wish we had. Seeing no immediate threat from Woodrue, I refused to attack him directly, unprovoked. Ivy called me a weak-minded fool. She hastily gathered a tiny handful of ivy leaves, placing them over part of her breasts, covering some of her lower abdomen, her backside: those leaves on her body set in her favorite beautiful "bathing suit" floral attire formation. Then continuing her journey, half-naked with her leaves, she walked away, so proficiently forever barefoot-- as she always is. Following her a short distance, I asked, where? In her total disregard, Ivy stated that she was finally going home to Seattle, and if anyone stood in her way that she would slay them outright, even the Society. I watched, as she turned away, and she safely made her departure. Now I could have easily made her my captive and even forced my protection upon her, but I did not. Freedom is all that Ivy has left in her life, and I cannot take that away from her. However, I must now take Poison Ivy's warning for everything it's worth. If Woodrue is going to be a danger to us all, then it is necessary that I do what I must to be ready to face him. Nothing more, nothing less.


Next:
Time For Our Contemplation and Careful Planning...
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/time-for-our-contemplation-and-careful.html

Sharing Optimism With Abby.

Abby's Presence In The Swamp Is Always a Generous Pleasure.

The weather cleared up enough today for Abby to come out to spend the early part of the afternoon. She was comfortable in the chill air without requiring the use of her jacket, she gladly left it at home.

Abby always goes barefoot just as well, so naturally.
She but rarely comes out to visit me when it's so cold.
Seeing her out here again was so wonderful today! Her demeanor today reminded me much of how spiritedly carefree she was in the good old days and she remains so today.
How I love her so much...

So completely self-assured and enduring, my barefoot wife Abby.

She is beginning to show her middle-age life beautifully, and I often remind her of how lovely she remains to this day. She appreciates this. We talked for only a short while, but it's always good enough for both of us at times like this. Her electric bill is skyrocketing due to power restoration from last year's storm. Tefé is still ill at ease about her current social situation. The Infinite Crisis remains a looming threat to us all. Great many things are of concern to Abby. I asked her if that isn't always the case? We had a good laugh, we hugged for a while and she left smiling, walking home barefoot, just as happily as she came. We have come a long way, Abby and I. Now we are here again, where it all started. All in all, another quiet day as it proceeds onward into another evening. That's life, here in the swamp.


Next:
A Warning From Poison Ivy!
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/warning-from-poison-ivy.html

The Calm Before The Storm.

The temperature is dropping. Fog is starting to chase the sun away. It's going to be dark and cold. There is thunder in the distance. It will begin raining and do so for quite some time again. Abby and Tefé have stayed in today. They both washed clean their always bare feet, enjoyed some well deserved rest, and reflecting on old times. Today, I spent alone. But I am not lonely. I have put unresolved issues at the back of my mind, attending once more to the peace of the swamp. Come what may, in the coming weeks I shall be prepared for whatever is to come from this dark, dismal Infinite Crisis sweeping over this world and its divergent parallel counterpart.

I am Swamp Thing.

I shall be strong and ready to fight!


Next:
Sharing Optimism With Abby.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/sharing-optimism-with-abby.html

Another Rainy Night.

It rained on the parade Tefé went barefoot to see tonight. Her lover Zaina arrived at Tefé's side just in time to receive the downpour:

re: Tefé Holland wrote:

"Dad. Just got back in. It rained, just like you figured it would. Anyway I got this great picture of Zaina. She's cut down so much of her weight and got into such better shape than when we met at that party a year ago. She looks great in a bikini now that I can get her to wear one. Like I said before, she's hot now. Too bad the rain was so cold or else we would have enjoyed it. Even though the parade we went to catch was called off. Zaina kept wanting to sit down, saying it was too long a walk so I said, "Come on, Zaina! We go barefoot to school, we go shopping barefoot, we'll be barefoot doing everything! You should be able to go for a long walk to the parade or anything else, got it? Taking walks for longer that you're used to, that shouldn't be any different. Just keep on going barefoot like you always have and always will, and the exercise will do you good. Don't ever doubt yourself again." I think that really turned her on, my saying that. She agreed. I convinced her to start running barefoot everywhere, to keep on improving her form. And she always does just fine. Like me and Mom and most of our friends who always go barefoot. We realized she needs to start soaking up her bare feet in herbal tea to strengthen her bare soles to manage these longer walks we'll take from now on. It's fun making tea again. Haven't had it since I lived with Lady Jane. Zaina really enjoyed going barefoot again on the walk home tonight, since barefooting always feels good to her, so she will always be going out barefoot from now on, she's saying, she'll always be barefoot no matter what we do, so that's all and good. She's slim down, she wore a bikini tonight, she'll always be going barefoot just like I do from now on, and she listens to me. Can't ask for much more than that. When that rain got really intense, we jumped up and we hightailed it for some blocks over to Mom's house, which was really cool because it was a different direction than I'm used to taking. Walking up and down the rainy streets to keep our bearings made it great. I was raised in a rain forest, after all, so getting wet and running barefoot in the rain felt really good to me. Zaina got to shivering by the end, though. I told her to suck it up, we were almost there. We were soaked and Zaina was freezing. Mom tried to make a big deal of it. I said Zaina was fine. She just needed a hot shower. She's doing that now, while I'm brewing up essential tea therapy. We're going to bathe Zaina's always dirty bare feet clean tonight and have her soak them in this tea to firm them up for some good solid barefoot exercise we'll start having tomorrow, since you know the Barefoot Ideal is important in life. Mom says she's proud of me for taking such good care of Zaina. That's cool. Anyway. The Krewe of Aphrodite's coming on the 24th. That's the one we're pitching in on. Should be a blast. Catch you later, Dad. Tefé."

It's good to see Tefé make so much of one night.
My little one deserves all the happiness in the world!


Next:
The Calm Before The Storm.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/calm-before-storm.html

There's A Parade Tonight.

Tefé is going to watch a Mardi Gras parade in West Houma later this evening. The "Krewe of Hercules", I believe it is called. She is going to the festival by herself this time although she may meet a friend. She will have a lot of fun. It's good to know she is starting to fit in with other people. This is a happy time! I am most excited for her. Doesn't she look pretty (ideally barefoot and relaxed) in that dress?


Next:
Another Rainy Night.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/another-rainy-night.html

Suzy's Strength!

My Dearest Friend and Partner In The Green World...

Black Orchid returned to the swamp today. Suzy talked to me for a very long time. There is a great deal of wisdom she has learned from her recent experiences. She will continue her relationship with Blue Devil, but distance herself from any emotional attachments with him. She thinks dating others will be appropriate as well. For now she is happy to try new things and engage in simpler endeavors. Such as this postcard image which she recently modeled. Her self described "control freak" days are now behind her, she says proudly. She will now be more open and relaxed to other people. She won't try so hard to attempt to change things for the better. She only hurt or isolated herself by doing that, no matter extravagant the payoff of her past successes, she states it was not worth it in the long run. Her strength and sheer will power can now be channeled in more natural ways. Suzy is the third and final Black Orchid, but she will not let that fact cause her to lose her perspective and balance. Perhaps we can all learn something from this. I know I certainly have. It's good to see her come home. If only for a little while.


Next:
There's A Parade Tonight.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/theres-parade-tonight.html

Black Orchid's Broken Heart.

More Chicanery From Drunken Detective Chimp...

Was Blue Devil and Black Orchid's relationship doomed from the start? Is Detective Chimp to blame? I do not know what to think, but here is what I am being led to believe in the matter thus far:

re: The Chimp Who Can Solve All Your Problems wrote:

"Looks like we're even, salad for brains. You really messed up with that whole Grotto fiasco with Grodd last weekend. But lucky for you, I'm not one to hold grudges. Still, your purple sidekick's in a bad way. Here's the scoop: Yesterday, I was hiding under a table in the back of the Oblivion Bar with my secret stash, the kind of serious crap Nightmaster don't want in his place. I was minding my own business when Enchantress, Nightshade, and Black Orchid come over and sit down at my table, not seeing me hiding under there. Those girls. Forcing me to wait for them to leave. The nerve of them. Purple Girl tells Goth Chick and the old Wicked Witch of the West that she's got herself some man problems. Suzydelicious thinks her Big Boy Blue's been skipping out on her and getting it on with hot demon babes. Yeah! Like we didn't see that one coming. Anyway, after waiting too long for my tastes, the chicks finally get done chattering. They get up and walk out. Your flighty flowery friend completely convinced her man's gonna be faithful, or they'll all deal with it in turn. Good. The open jealousy was getting on my nerves. If I wanted to hear shrill whining and groaning, I'd go back to the jungle. Damn hangovers. Make me feel like a safari jeep trail roadkill. Which, let me tell you, ain't pretty. I looked over the dough I borrowed out of Nightshade's purse. Then looking up when the front door opened, I saw this awesomely blazing hot demon escort chick comes striding in the door. I was almost struck blind. Real hot babe, if I didn't prefer 'em shorter, hairier, and with more of a sloped brow. She gives Blue Devil the eye as she walks past. He smiles at the chick, but musclehead makes no move. Boring. She orders a drink at the bar and sits down at a table to wait for it to be mixed. I hop into the booth with her. She don't carry on with chimps, she says. I point over to the big bouncer and ask what about him? She likes him. I give her some of my cash, enough to please her. I say Blue Boy needs a hug, maybe a kiss. The Hottie from Hell says she'll do better than that! Next thing I know, there they are, doing it on one of the tables in the back. Rook runs over asks what Blue Devil thinks he's doing. At least Orchid Girl was more discreet in making the first move on her man. Then, the moment of truth. Suzy's back for her next shift. She ain't happy. Suzy shoves her boss aside and takes a look for herself. Devil would be beside himself, if he didn't have that hellaciously gorgeous piece of work giving him the business. I got my money's worth, even if I wasn't the one getting the service. Everybody's waiting for the smackdown. Black Orchid vs Blue Devil: the final match. After it's over, they'll kiss and make up, get engaged and be hitched. No more silly jealousy woes. Doesn't happen. Suzy says it's over, she hates him, she quits her job. Maybe she'll come back someday, maybe not. She walks out proudly, with her dignity. Now that's something every good naked purple chick should be able to do. Very classy lady. Better composure than I gave her credit for. This time, Blue Boy's the one who's upset. He asks how did this happen? Hell's hottest hooker tries to point me out, but she don't see me and goes quiet. How I hate having to hide under tables all day! So, where's your slighted sidekick now, you ask? On her way to see you, is my best guess. I tried to fix things between Devil and Orchid, but sometimes it don't work out. That's life for you. If you need another favor just call. I'll be here. No, maybe not. Nightshade's coming. Better run. Great talking to you. Chimp."

Suzy has my every sympathy and respect. I hope to see her soon, for I will give Black Orchid my regards and full support. My trust and faith in Detective Chimp however, has most assuredly expired.


Next:
Suzy's Strength!
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/suzys-strength.html

A Quiet, Peaceful Day It Was...

Valentine's day was just the way we wanted it, my beautiful
barefoot lady Abby and I went swimming, made love, and
we spoke sweetly. The main feature of our day was my home.
The swamp.

I will let it speak for itself:

Morning.


Afternoon.


Evening.


Impressive, isn't it?


Next:
Black Orchid's Broken Heart.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/black-orchids-broken-heart.html

Valentine's Day.

Love Is Where The Swamp Is!

I went over to Abby's house this morning and knocked on the door. Romantically, I swept Abby off her bare feet and carried her lovingly outside. She was dressed only in a beautiful nightgown. I kindly asked Tefé, who was charmingly clad in only her underwear and every bit as lovely as her beautiful mother, to close the door and continue eating her breakfast breads and salad. Tefé was delighted to see me taking her mother away for the day for our private celebration. I carried Abby out to our familiar haunts, marched her gently down a nice barefoot hiker's friendly trail, she was as yet unfamiliar with. A little muddy for the walking, but she always enjoys that. Then I took her into my arms again and I covered her eyes with a blindfolding vine. She asked what the big surprise was. She would soon see for herself.

Abby was astonished at the sight of our new gazebo in the clearing. She literally screamed with glee. The roses surrounding it shone brightly in the sunlight. It's not much, but it's all ours. We kissed.
I have the feeling this is going to be a most memorable day.


Next:
A Quiet, Peaceful Day It Was...
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/quiet-peaceful-day-it-was.html

Tefé's Troubles.

A Young Soul In Angst.

Tefé is crying. She is very troubled and has hurt feelings tonight. Tefé wants to move away with Zaina, so the girls can be a strong couple like the lesbian women Liz and Barb. She wants to get away from the influence of Abby and start a life of her own yet again.
Tefé wants Abby and myself to admit she is right first and foremost. To accept her decision without question this time. What to do?
It seems unfair to her that she must now complete her teenage years a second time, after the exhaustively premature experiences she has had, but we fear she is unprepared for whatever might come. Abby wants Tefé to finish school and graduate, even though the choice to continue remains Tefé's own. We cannot make this decision for her, although her skipping school has made it increasingly difficult. I wish my little one could be more patient and secure. I want to console my beautiful barefoot daughter, but I don't know what will make her happy now anymore. I will try to help Tefé to get out of her troubles in any way that I can. But for now, I simply don't know what I can do. It seems a shame to say it, but give me monsters and hell over this feeling of utter helplessness any night.


Next:
Valentine's Day.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day.html

The Lovely Liz Tremayne.

A Charming Couple.

Liz Tremayne. Her very name brings back memories. She was one of the first people to help me during those early years. It is wonderful to know she still cares and is willing to stay in touch:

re: Elizabeth Tremayne wrote:

"Hi, Alec. It's been a long time. Abby and I have already talked via e-mail and it's been great. I owe her so much. I'll never forget how Abby and Chester helped me to get my life back on track. Life has been good to me these past few years. My sweetheart Barbie and I have gone the distance enterprising our respective careers, here in Portland, and we plan to keep going. I'm thinking of going back to television, reviving my In-Depth Magazine program, I'm not sure if I'm ready just yet. My books still sell pretty well, but not in the record numbers of years past. Still, I'm doing well enough. I'm so happy you've made such progress! This this a time we can all be thankful for. You mean the world to me. You really do. I wish you all the best. Stay well, Liz."

I'm too choked up to think clearly, so I'll let Tefé close with her comment about another message she received from Liz.

re: Tefé Holland wrote:

"An e-mail just came in for me from some foxy older lady named
Liz Tremayne. Is she that same friend of yours and Mom's from before I was born? Anyway, if she is, then she's awesome and she's lesbian. I totally think we should meet. It would be really cool for me to have an aunt like her around. Think about it, okay? Be seeing you, Dad. Tefé."

Meeting with Liz in person again is a pleasant thought. Perhaps someday it may be possible...


Next:
Tefé's Troubles.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/tefs-troubles.html

Gorilla Grodd!

Damn This Dirty Ape.

Last evening, the Shadowpact camped out in Benson's Swamp. Nightshade struggled with Detective Chimp over a canteen he was favoring, convinced that it was filled with booze instead of water. The Chimp persisted it wasn't, he claimed he was just thirsty. Perturbed, Nightshade seized the flask from the talking ape.
She threw it into the camp fire. Sure enough, it exploded: bowling everyone over in unison, most uncomfortably. Most tremendously it was a shock to everyone present here, to be sure. We put out the wild fires it started, lay all blame in the matter completely aside, and carried on. It was rather worrysome the Chimp was probably most drunk again, meaning we would have to wait for him to sober up before administering the healing waters. Ragman was convinced there was somebody following us, from some distance. I sensed it too, but could see nothing. Soon, as we reached the site, there was the problem that would occupy us for the next few hours:
Gorilla Grodd and his ape troops. They wanted the secret location of the Grotto as well. As is often the case, attempts at peaceful negotiations failed. The Gorilla Army attacked. We fought back. There was a brief but memorable battle, in that the enemy fell in a complete rout with no casualties or any genuine harm. But Grodd persisted this matter was not finished. He would continue to spy on us and take what he wanted after we were gone. This was something I could not allow. I entered the Green, determined to bring the source of the spring temporarily to our present location, then divert it back, rendering it inaccessible thereafter. This proved relatively easier than I'd estimated. However, the plan backfired horribly. The Chimp was unable to drink, as a sinkhole came into place. The Shadowpact levitated to safety at higher ground. Sadly, the effort has proven useless, as my hasteful attempt at a solution thwarted not only our enemy, but ourselves as well. I have returned to Louisiana, having bid my new friends farewell. It was a most bittersweet interaction. One that I shall remember for some time to come. The Chimp will have to settle his own substance abuse problems for himself. Let us hope he will eventually rehabilitate. Perhaps the Shadowpact will find another solution that will produce more favorable results.


Next:
The Lovely Liz Tremayne.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/lovely-liz-tremayne.html

Everglades Expedition With The Shadowpact.

Another Adventure. Here We Go Again!

What an eventful weekend this is turning out to be. The Shadowpact and I have journeyed to the Florida Everglades in search of the lost remains of the Grotto of Eternal Life.
Nightmaster, Enchantress, Nightshade, Ragman and Detective Chimp are at my side as I begin to guide them on our trek. Blue Devil has not accompanied the group at this time for reasons that should be more or less obvious. Let us hope so, for Black Orchid's sake.
The group's means of teleportation is quite remarkable. I did not have to travel in the Green, I am even still carrying my laptop, thus enabling me to post these new entries. We are not far from the site, just thought I'd check in before setting out. The Chimp is becoming excited and most impatient. He's swinging in the trees, wants us to get a move on. He must have his drink of the eternal waters, lest he desire an unhealthy beverage of a different source, once more...
Now it is time for us to be moving again. It is my sincerest hope we will be successful in our quest tomorrow. Next stop: Benson's Swamp!


Next:
Gorilla Grodd!
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/gorilla-grodd.html

Tefé's Tavern Lounge Triumph!

Tefé's First Mud Wrestling Night! Yes. That's My Girl...

Tefé is starting to find herself really well. Her girlfriends in the local barefoot youth lesbian community are coming together to enhance their interests. Her favorite sport now seems to be mud wrestling.
If this is the case and it is keeping her entertained and experienced, I most heartily approve. Tefé loves mud, and she has always wanted to do this with her friends.

re: Tefé Holland wrote:

"Dad! I had a blast tonight. We Bon Temps Lesbos Girls finally got our act together and had ourselves a good old fashioned epic 4-hour nude mudwrestling match [my idea] and a group shower! Okay, it's clay and not real mud, more a mix of stuff to get that wet sticky greasy muddy feeling, you know? It's more beautiful than real mud too. We loved it! The thunderstorm outside made it all the more fun when we got started. See how lit up I was at the start of round two? That was a lightning flash brighting up at the window. This new pic of me is now one of my favorites. I so rock! I've never been vain, but I think I'm gonna start. We've been laying down our cash together so long we even made tonight a competition. And guess who won? Guess! Zaina won the whole deal, that's who! She was needing those dollars too, so I'm glad. She's so damned hot. I'm not kidding you. She had fun."

"See? The sexy mud bath makes her look even better! I loved Zaina's reaction when she got her face all muddy for the very first time, and once she got her game started, she got into it real fast and she won. Tonight was so much damn fun! I just wrapped up showering off with the girls. Zaina got clean and left first. I can leave whenever I want to, but I wanted to send you this. Crap! Look at the time. Well, I'm cleaned up, I have to get dressed and out of here. Mom must be going nuts at home. I promised her I wouldn't stay out too late tonight. Wish we had a stupid phone here. I forgot Mom's e-mail address, better go. It's dark out. It takes a little longer to get home, since we're always barefoot. It's not far, and I'll take a safe route. Promise. I'm so out of here. I'll be here tomorrow to work on the Mardi Gras stuff. It's pretty cool. Talk to you later, Tefé."

Ah, Tefé. Such fun she's having! Good to know Tefé's well-being is in such good hands. Especially now that business with Detective Chimp might take me out of the state for the weekend. I am feeling much more confident. Things are looking up for the Holland family.


Next:
Everglades Expedition With The Shadowpact.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/everglades-expedition-with-shadowpact.html

Monkey Business.

In my time, I'm encountered every sort of entity or creature imaginable. Or so I believed.
Now, having received e-mail correspondance from Detective Chimp,
I can safely say that I have now seen virtually... everything.

re: The Chimp Who Can Solve All Your Problems wrote:

"You lose something, pal? That purple chick of yours has really been stirring things up at the Oblivion Bar, and I figured an update was due. About yesterday afternoon, Black Orchid comes in, and the place gets real quiet. Not that her attire [and I do mean the total lack thereof] would give anybody any real pause. But there she was, and it happened. It seemed like that only one in the place not in the know about flower pod girl not being so rich and influential anymore, was now the target she's been slumming up time to stalk: the bouncer boy of the place himself, bashful Blue Devil. Now you see, Purple Girl walks in with a chip on her naked shoulder the size of Gotham. She gave the bartender the look of death, saying she was taking that waitressing job. Rook told little Miss Ultraviolet the position was already filled. If looks could kill, and believe me, sometimes they do-- then old Nightmaster would be dead on the floor and I'd be stuck looking for Shadowpact a new leader! Rook shuts up and starts being more agreeable all of a sudden. Pheromones, I figure. Good thing I'm immune. I get enough troubles regularly out of Mr. Brownstone. Before I turn around twice, here's Purple Pretty Petunia from Pasadena serving me the next round of drinks, the regular chick having suffered a sudden layoff. Times are tough. You'd think that would be the end of it, but no. First break comes. Orchid shoves Devil into a closet and jumps him. Kinky. He's all into it. Good for him. Second shift break, more of the same. Third times the charmer. He figures out she's a little too hard on, when they make some noise, and tells her to blow and take a cold shower. Not so good. Suzy-Girl blows her top. Why don't he love her? Where's the respect? Give a girl a break? He asks her if she left her brain at home. She grabs him, tries to kiss him in front of everyone. He shoves her off. She's pissed. She pastes him a good one in the mug, right between the horns and that lovetap sends him flying through a wall. I hear porcelain shatter. Pipes break. Water's spilling. Great. They got the men's room. Where else am I going to find a place with crappers that accomodate chimps? I'm smart, but I'm not that good. Back to the story, Devil don't bother to get up. Tells her to get out. She starts to say she's sorry, then she jumps and flies away. Sad to see the cookie crumble like that. Didn't see either of them at Metamorpho's birthday bash last night. No idea where they went off to, but I can hazard a guess. Today, things are different. Place is fixed, big surprise, and what's more blue and purple are looking like an item. She's perky and relaxed, and he's more smooth than I've seen him. Don't know what happened in-between. I can investigate, but you got to throw me a banana. Here's the catch: I look into this, make sure it's legit and stays pleasant for them. You help me out on my thing. Namely securing me another gulp of 'Grotto of Eternal Life' water to get me off these vices. I don't really enjoy having human addictions. They can kill me too, y'know. I know it's buried, so do you. You were there, when those idiots in construction dynamited a pile of boulders down a cliff right onto it and covered it up back in summer of ' 75. Dig it up, get me a spring water bottleful. Should be enough. And I make sure your naked purple sidekick don't blow her shot at the big romance with the guy with the horns. Sound fair enough? Now, don't drop this. Get back to me, and have a good one. Chimp."

Well, this situation is startling, to say the least. I will report again, as more of this comes to light.


Next:
Tefé's Tavern Lounge Triumph!
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/tefs-tavern-lounge-triumph.html

The Orchid's Obsession...

Is Suzy Succumbing To Demonic Devotion?

Black Orchid paid me another visit this morning. She told me she's going to follow Wonder Woman's example, to step down and quietly resign from ever executing her mission. Perplexed, I asked what she is planning to do, then? Suzy said she is going to take a waitressing position at the Oblivion Bar. She is going to do it because it will give her the opportunity to work alongside Blue Devil, who is the employed bouncer/enforcer of the place's owner, Nightmaster. The Orchid professed her love for the Devil. Suzy dreams about him. She can never get him off her mind. She says she wants to marry him, to be his wife, to always be at his side. What was once simple infatuation has grown into a full blown obsession. Suzy asked if I was angry or disappointed in her. I merely said that I was surprised she could come to such a decision so quickly. I told her that we will always be friends, and that I wish her the very best. Then Suzy said she had to leave soon, for she is to attend Metamorpho's birthday party tonight. Suzy knows Blue Devil will also be there. She cannot wait to see him again.

I can't help but wonder how all of this will turn out. Suzy has sold off everything she inherited from her sister, the second Black Orchid, in addition to all that she has subsequently worked for and earned. All the stock to her company, her houses, her gardens, her jungles, her islands, everything she owned is no longer hers, as of today. The huge amount of proceeds have been sent on to various environmental charities and special programs. Now, she has nothing but her hope for the devotion of a man whose reputation is questionable at best. How will the Blue Devil react to all of this? What if she has gotten this wrong? Will he come to reject her in favor of his lifestyle as a player? Is this all a huge mistake on Suzy's part? Is she to regret doing this?

Whatever happens, I will be there for her, if she should need me.

What I think is this:
The Orchid has given the Devil his due. But will he do the same in return? Somehow, I sincerely doubt this will turn out at all well.
And a tender hybrid heart will break! Poor Suzy...


Next:
Monkey Business.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/monkey-business.html

An Engagement of Gothamites.

Will Dick Grayson And Barbara Gordon Tie The Knot?

Abby informed me of some splendid news this morning. Yesterday evening, during a rendevous at an airport outside of Gotham City, one ex-police officer and former carnival owner Richard M. Grayson [adopted ward of millionaire businessman Bruce Wayne] and computer software designer Barbara Gordon [daughter of retired police commissioner James Gordon] were engaged to be married, after several years of setbacks in their relationship. While Abby has never met Grayson, she remembers Ms. Gordon fondly. They were first introduced by then-Commissioner Gordon. Later, after a tragic shooting which left Barbara a parapalegic, Abby spent a month working in Gotham General as Barbara's physical therapist. A forelorn effort. As Barbara studied the situation she decided it futile, and opted for a monthly leg muscle electrostimulation program instead, if only to prevent atrophy. Still, a friendship was forged, although the women have been out of touch for quite some time until now. Barbara Gordon is rather wealthy and well off now, running a successful software network business chain, which designed my laptop and made this blog possible. Although she remains in a wheelchair, her health and well-being have improved tremendously. She has movement in her toes also, only after a experiencing a medical emergency last summer. All of this news excites Abby to no end, and she cannot await the issuing of her invitation to the as-yet-unscheduled wedding. Of course I will not attend myself, as there is no seeming tie to the superhero community here. However, I will send some beautiful flowers along with Abby to the celebration. Grayson has some unfinished business of an undisclosed nature first, but it should be wrapped up soon, allowing a date for the ceremony. It warms my heart to see such bliss, following the chaos that has taken place in Gotham and Bludhaven. There is indeed life after crisis. I wish this striking, unique couple the very best of happiness.


Next:
The Orchid's Obsession...
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/orchids-obsession.html

Wonder Woman, An Amazon In Need of Our Friendship and Hope.

Abby was visited by Diana, the beautiful Barefoot Amazon Princess
of Themyscira this morning. Just as Constantine had predicted.

re: Abigail Holland wrote:

"Wonder Woman was just here! Diana got here just after Tefé had left for school. I was out front doing my gardening. The first time I looked up, there she was. She stood so strong, tall and barefoot, right on my front porch! She didn't see me and was about to knock.
I took this shot of her with my digital camera. She almost bolted, seemed ready to fly off. She looked really nervous and confused for some reason. I asked if I could help her. She asked for my permission to visit you. I offered to take her straight to you, but she said she changed her mind. I begged her to come inside so we could talk.
She told me she knew about my line of work and felt comfortable talking with me. Diana confessed to her guilt in the manslaughter of
Maxwell Lord. She explained Superman's involvement, how the only way to save him was to kill Max Lord. She had no other choice.
And then there's the matter of Brother Eye and its OMAC creatures.
The Olympians took Themyscira away to save the Amazon race.
Now Diana's the only one we have left. Without the Justice League, she has nobody left she could turn to. Not really. We held hands and commiserated for a bit. She said I'm as brave in the face of danger as she is. Me! As if I could ever have that kind of courage. I really wish she had been willing to see you, but she didn't want to face the temptation of taking advantage, by asking for your help. She swears she will end this Crisis without outside assistance, even if she has to do it alone. I begged her to stay with me, to reconsider. It was time for her to go. She has other places to be, to prepare for her ordeal, whatever it may be. I gave her a sack with some apples, oranges and grapes for her trip. She blessed me, kissed me on the forehead and told me to have faith as she was about to soar off into the sky. I told her to do the same. There's a lot more, but that's all the gist of it. She needs help, Alec. What do we do? Abby."

There's not a great deal we can do for Wonder Woman at the moment. I will stand with Diana should the imminent need arise and help her through this if at all possible, I promise you that.


Next:
An Engagement of Gothamites.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/engagement-of-gothamites.html

Constantine. Always The Same.

Speak Of The Devil...

I have an e-mail from John Constantine last night that speaks plainly for itself:

re: Hellblazer John, the F-'ing Ex-Con wrote:

"Hullo, Chief. Gone and nicked yourself your very own weblog. Eh? Very 21st Century of you, by your sodden-offed cobblers. You just might be the hit of the hinterlands yet. Just to give you a ring-up, I'm well on the mend from the wretched taking from me of my sis, Cheryl. Still hurts, when I'm not looking, though. Bloody nice of you, to drop by those flowers for her arrangements last month. They're still blooming full, bye-the-bye. You and Abby haven't been giving my girl Tefé a hard time, now have you? She's well past the tough love stage, so wise up and buy the little sitting puppet empress her pony. Now about this Infinite Crisis business, shut up and listen: take your bollocks elsewhere, it's not worth it. Not for you, mate. I've turned my back on magic, seeing as how the ninth age was about to finish up shop anyhow. So I'll be of no help to you if you get in over your head again. Don't hold this whole Jade thing against Alex, too much. Let your hero friends handle it. Just them. Do a bloke a favour, and sticke with the programme. Strewth! Listen to convincing John for once. Eh? I'm on the level here, no tricks. Well, I'm off to Glasgow to see what business my new girl friday, Denise Mina has in store for the chronicling. Should be a relaxing trip, no headaches. Whups! Sorry, Abby if you're even bothering to read this. If a certain AWOL Themysciran Amazon fugitive from the Hague comes your way, give the good madame ambassador a fine pat on the back for offing that righteously guided used car salesman. Had it coming, he did. Well, old spinich. I stuck it in long enough, time to break it off, for now. Jolly good talking to you this way. Yours and whatever, John."

I will say this for the man:
He certainly has a way with words...


Next:
Wonder Woman, An Amazon In Need of Our Friendship and Hope.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/wonder-woman-amazon-in-need-of-our.html

The Dire Threat of OMAC Attacks.

Is Brother Eye Watching You?

Abby and I encountered our first OMAC today, around 10:00 A.M.
this morning. Congregations of them have been in migration north, from their mass siege of Themyscira, the now vanished Amazon Nation of Paradise Island in the Bermuda Triangle. Now, more of the OMACs are crossing over the Gulf, rather than to the east, as in their earlier, swifter flight. The OMAC in question landed in our general proximity in the glades. It began an examination process which I have recorded on my laptop:

"TARGET ACCQUIRED:
BEGIN FILE PROGRAM-DELTA/APEX .6/9284.2KDJG.QRL_EXECUTE_
SCAN COMPLETE. SUBJECT:///ALPHA-TEN.codex.///ELEMENTAL-FILE-PRIORITYFILES/ALPHA:::://SWAMP THING_ SCAN COMPLETE. -PENDING RESULTS: NEGATIVE. THREAT ACCESSMENT: MARGINAL. RESUME OVERRIDE PROTOCOL. ENGAGED."

The OMAC didn't attack, as I feared that it would begin a systematic assault, for this would endanger Abby. It merely ran its program of my status and departed at the tail of its squadron. Abby seemed only a little phased at this situation, and merely asked, "Alec? What was that thing?" I explained to her it was a cybernetic organism, half human and part machine. A person infected by nanotechnology and rendered as less than human, part of a collective to a master spy satellite called Brother Eye. I told her there is no certain way to stop them, just yet. The entailing dangers to all parties concerned are just too great. Abby complained that the world was dangerous enough as it was. With the existence of OMAC technology, the danger grows exponentially. Something must be done to resolve this situation, but what? I must do whatever it takes to protect my family from this threat, and my world.


Next:
Constantine. Always The Same.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/constantine-always-same.html

Abby's Recovery Is Complete.

Barefoot, Beautiful, Boldly Wonderful Abby.

To my great relief, Abby is coming home to Houma today from her stay at Metairie Chiropratic for her suffering of a stess-induced intense migraine due to rigorous work hours overextension.
She sent me an e-mail, informing me that her progress is complete and she will be arriving soon:

re: Abigail Holland wrote:

"Dear Alec, I'm doing fine and I'll be coming home today. The head and neck massage therapy I've been getting has been wonderful. As you can see from the pic I've sent you, I've been swimming today! Good workouts in the water clear your head of pressure if you use the right technique. It's a good thing I stay barefoot, regularly meditate and excercise. Because staying fit helps me out in my self-healing as well. Nice swim today. I'm really sorry about this. Hope I didn't worry you. At 50 years of age (do I look that old?) I should know better than to put in such ridiculous hours of work, but the place I work at is understaffed. That's the problem. When a woman who's been taken serious advantage of, or brutally beaten and raped, is ready to talk, you have to listen to her. Listening, caring, and responding makes all the difference. No matter how long it takes or how stressful it is.
I know now that I can't do all the work myself. I'll start up a recruitment drive or something if I have to, I don't know yet. I'm just sorry it came to this. I know Tefé is really steamed at me right now for putting her off the other night. I'm sorry. I had no right to do that. But I'll make it up to her somehow, I promise. Anyway, I'm coming home and things will get better for us. Good news is, I'm on vacation with pay (though some of it's already been deducted to take care of my M.C. treatment). I report back to work the night shift on March 1st. With some luck, that night will be peaceful enough for me and I can get back into the swing of things. I really hope so. For now, I'm just going to get some rest and try to concentrate on making us happy. Hope you're having fun with your new laptop. I know it must be a mess by now, you having it outdoors all the time, on you or inside you, so I'll clean it up for you when I get back. Just try not to lose it, okay? And don't break the digital camera. I'll ride my bicycle just as fast as my bare feet can peddle it, lock it up at the house, then I'll slip into a swimsuit and come running out barefoot to be with you, before you know it. I can't wait to be back in your arms again, making love to you! I'll be loving you for the rest of my life, Abby."

There's no one in this world like my wife Abby. She's so caring and
beautiful. I am particularly blessed to have her as my soulmate.


Next:
The Dire Threat of OMAC Attacks.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/dire-threat-of-omac-attacks.html

Black Orchid: Up For Shadowpact Membership?

Will Suzy Join The 'Pact?

Suzy e-mailed me this morning with some exciting news:

re: Susan Linden Thorne Weems II wrote:

"The Shadowpact visited me in my own home last night, here at the Costa Rica Flamingo Hotel in Panama Beach!"
"Nightmaster, Nightshade, Enchantress, Ragman, Blue Devil, and Detective Chimp. They told me that I was one of their considerations for their seventh member, since Black Alice declined to stay, and the Phantom Stranger has made himself scarce. I told them I'd be delighted to join. Our Totems and my Justice League of Amazons associations have been some of the most meaningful experiences of my life. The Shadowpact could be the team I've been waiting for! Nightmaster said they are far from making a final decision, but my skills could be what they will need for future missions. The Chimp asked where the local bar was, and everyone left to find night clubs except Blue Devil. I asked him to stay. I find him so attractive.
He's so well built, and oh, that voice! We conferenced over dinner together and talked for a while longer in the hot tub. One moment led into another, and overall, it was a lovely romantic night. We woke up this morning to find the drunken Detective Chimp lying in bed between us, smoking a cigarette, asking if it had been fun!
Such rudeness. I had to intervene to prevent Devil from angrily choking the life out of the soused little primate. What a perfectly auspicious new chapter of my life this has become. Soon the Shadowpact set out to speak with additional candidates. So before he left with the group, I asked Blue Devil about our one night stand.
He simply replied. 'Baby, that's my scene.' Figures. Now I have that much more incentive to join, it would seem. No, basic instinct just isn't my style. Or is it? This is rather embarrassing, but I'm the one feeling such compulsion. Bottom line: I'm on their chart, if not one of them. Yet. I'll let you know if anything further develops.
Sincerely with love, Suzy."

Tefé also received this message to which she sent me feedback:

re: Tefé Holland wrote:

"Dad! Did you see that wild get-off message from Black Orchid?
Suzy hit it on with Blue Devil, really! That's 20 different ways of Lost. I'd rather watch the nightly news of Wonder Woman killing Max Lord a hundred times with political commentary than see the Orchid and Devil together. You better hope she used some serious protection with this wannabe Hellboy. You have got to be glad I found my Wonder Twin. Zaina's the best for me. Later, Tefé."

Black Orchid possibly joining the Shadowpact? The Holland-Mind is racing at the notion.


Next:
Abby's Recovery Is Complete.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/abbys-recovery-is-complete.html

My Pal, Jordan Schiller.

I'm On Schiller's List.

I passed by Schiller's cabin this morning. He was rather amused by the laptop, for its exterior is already overgrowing with moss.
He asked me a question which gave me pause:
"What will you do next, Alec?"
This is one question that bears a great deal of pondering.
What shall I do next? With a heartland swept by hurricane, a family reunited but still in disarray, and the dangers of an Infinite Crisis brewing, I am not certain where I stand.
So where do I go from here? Whatever is it that I do next?
I must make a decision on these important matters. And soon.


Next:
Black Orchid: Up For Shadowpact Membership?
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/black-orchid-up-for-shadowpact.html

Bad Night For Tefé.

Tefé sent me an e-mail, earlier tonight:

re: Tefé Holland wrote:

"This whole fatigue overkill headache thing with Mom is totally bogus. If anyone can help out in talking down a suicidal battered housewife to get help, or getting a scared girl who's just been gangbanged all to hell into going to the hospital, it's Mom. But I still think she's going overboard on this job. It's really imposing on us!!! Just because she's dumb enough to get overworked and won't go off the clock and get some sleep, it can't mean she has the right to take it all out on me. She kicked me out, just as soon as we got there, saying Zaina and I should both be getting ready for school tomorrow. Why do I bother sometimes? So utterly pissed off at her is what I am!
As if I didn't get enough from Mom, then Zaina started bitching, too!
Zaina griped about everything. Zaina hated driving Columbia's car so far out of town in the dark. She didn't like walking around barefoot in the dark tonight so many times, either. I could see just fine, and we didn't have any problems at all. We're both smart people. She really needs to stop worrying about these little things. I grew up always barefoot, as I'm sure Zaina did too. This is Louisiana. People go barefoot. It's always perfectly safe, even at night. Zaina needs more confidence about heading out barefoot in the dark, instead of just crashing at her place early and doing her mushroom thing, so we'll be going outside more often every night, just so she can learn how to walk around barefoot after dark properly enough. We'll make our nights as fun as our days together. That's just as important a skill as swimming, and knowing where and when to swim or not to swim. Anyway, I'm coming back. Mom should have been a lot nicer to me tonight. I'm sure as hell not going to school tomorrow. Screw that. See you soon, Dad. Love, Tefé."

As always, frustration abounds in the Holland family. It can truly be said: the more things change, the more they forever stay the same.


Next:
My Pal, Jordan Schiller.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-pal-jordan-schiller.html