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Day 20,731

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/11/06

Miniature Graceland(Roanoke Notes, November 6, 2025) There’s a little patch of Roanoke that hums softly with the ghost of Elvis, not through jukebox speakers or velvet paintings, but through plywood, shingles, and love. Tiny Graceland still stands, or maybe leans, out there on the edge of Don Epperly’s old yard, the grass curling up around … Continue reading Day 20,731 →

Day 20,730 – Roanoke spoken word

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/11/05

Roanoke is completely surrounded by mountains. When you stand here beneath the Star,and let your eyes settle over the valley,the body knows something before the mind does. You can feel the land gathering around you.The ridges rising and folding like the slow breath of the earth. This place is held.Not confined.Held. The mountains don’t close … Continue reading Day 20,730 – Roanoke spoken word →

Day 20,729

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/11/04

🌀 Spiral in the Sky – November 4, 2025 Evening blue fading over Mill Mountain, the trees whispering a little before full dark, and there – a bright curl hung above the rooftops. A soft “S” shape, glowing faintly like someone had drawn it in moonlight and then let it drift. For a minute, it … Continue reading Day 20,729 →

Dick Cheney Dead

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/11/04

The world is a slightly better place today.

Day 20,719

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/10/25

🕯️ #mabsdrawlloweenclub2025 – Day 25: Ghost Rider 🕯️ Out beyond the picket fence and the whispering graves, a pale horse gallops where the road forgets itself. The rider is lighter than smoke, flowing hair tangled in the wind of another world. Moonlight catches in her outline like frost on glass – she doesn’t stir the … Continue reading Day 20,719 →

More dumb info re: me

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/10/24

Another random #scottfact – I refreshed my knowledge of Morse code to get my ham radio license. (It is no longer needed to get one.) I initially learned it to get my Signs, Signals and Codes badge in Boy Scouts when I was a kid. https://filestore.scouting.org/filestore/Merit_Badge_ReqandRes/Pamphlets/Signs%20Signals%20Codes.pdf

Day 20,718

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/10/24

🎃 #mabsdrawlloweenclub2025 – Day 24: Candy Creep 🍬 There’s always one little lurker at the bottom of the treat bowl. You know the one – quiet, patient, maybe fuzzy around the edges, with wide, sugar-shocked eyes. Tonight’s “Candy Creep” peeks from behind crinkly wrappers and peppermint armor, waiting for a lull in the trick-or-treat traffic … Continue reading Day 20,718 →

Happy Fallout Day

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/10/23

I wish I had a penny for every install of fallout 4. I’d wager it would be at least quarter mil. Too bad Bethesda doesn’t do residuals. I think I got maybe $500 for voice work for them total? (Hell, I imagine Skyrim would give me 7 figures at a penny a pop)

Day 20,717

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/10/23

🕸️ #mabsdrawlloweenclub2025 – Day 23: Web Tonight’s forest feels alive with quiet industry – threads stretching from branch to branch, spun silver catching the faintest ember-glow of dusk. Somewhere, in the still air between the trees, a patient architect works. No rush. The night has plenty of time. There’s something about the organic symmetry of … Continue reading Day 20,717 →

Between worlds again

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/10/21

Walked the Greenway again tonight, that stretch where the trees lean in close like they’re trading secrets. The air was thick with that October damp, leaves halfway to mulch, woodsmoke somewhere far off. I like how the ground gives a little underfoot, like the earth is breathing slow. Heard something laughing out there. Not loud, … Continue reading Between worlds again →

Day 20,715 a day early for mab

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/10/21

Day 22 – #MabsDrawlloweenClub2025 – Lantern The forest tonight looked like it was painted in hush and ember. Trees stood like tall, silent witnesses, their leaves glowing orange as if autumn itself was on fire. The ground shimmered with tiny drifting sparks – fireflies? Falling stars? Little souls on their evening stroll? Hard to tell … Continue reading Day 20,715 a day early for mab →

Day 20,714

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/10/20

Days 20 and 21 of #mabsdrawlloweenclub2025 – Toad and Finned Folk. Out on the tide rocks tonight, just past where the foam kisses the shore, a curious duet unfolded. A toad, squat and serious, throat ballooning like a semiopaque soap bubble, sang his creaky heart out. Across from him, a mermaid princess perched – scales … Continue reading Day 20,714 →

What the neighbors think i see on cam

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/10/19

Day 20,712 spellbook

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/10/18

#mabsdrawlloweenclub2025 – Day 18: Spellbook Evening in the hollow woods, where the pines whisper in two tones – half lullaby, half warning. The moon tonight wears its calmest face, the kind that makes you think of silver ink and midnight margins. Out among the trees, something is reading. A figure in green, faceless and quiet, … Continue reading Day 20,712 spellbook →

Day 20,711

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/10/17

#mabsdrawlloweenclub2025 – Day 17: Baba Yaga Under the crooked crescent moon, deep in the birchwood where the trees whisper secrets and the air tastes faintly of iron and moss, there she is – Baba Yaga herself, shuffling about her yard of bones. The fence rattles with skulls that grin too knowingly, and the scent of … Continue reading Day 20,711 →

Day 20710 gnome

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/10/16

#mabsdrawlloweenclub2025 – Day 16: Gnome Out in the woods this morning, just where the mist was starting to burn off the ridges, I saw him – or maybe just the idea of him – a little fellow in red and blue, moving steady between the birches. Looked like he belonged there, the way fallen leaves … Continue reading Day 20710 gnome →

Day 20,709

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/10/15

🦇 Day 15 – Vampire #mabsdrawlloweenclub2025 Some folks imagine vampires gliding through moonlit castles, their velvet cloaks billowing while organs thunder in the distance. But let’s be honest – immortality is long, and even creatures of the night need late-night snacks. Which brings us to tonight’s scene:Our fanged friend here has skipped the dramatic coffin … Continue reading Day 20,709 →

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