SoINeedAName is fine but frustrated, having every possible computer issue all at the same time. So he's unable to post a Friday Fun today. So I thought I would share with you one of my favorite places to get lost.
(No, no – I'm not saying you should "GET LOST"! Would I do that to you? Never!)
This site, Castle Arcana, has no purpose whatsoever, as far as I can see. It just lets you wander through the rooms and grounds of the castle – more Victorian mansion than castle, really. You arrive at the Castle Approach – pretty much anything you do on this page will take you to the front porch (with a reminder not to forget to visit the Gift Shop).
Part of the fun is that there are no guidelines, no directional arrows, no idea where you are going to go. You just mouse over the pictures until your cursor turns to a hand – and at that point you can click and move. Somewhere. I will tell you that from the front porch you can go to the gift shop or to the front door. The former click is at or near the sign. The latter is on the left, not all the way, but towards the house.
Oh dear. They must have forgotten to take down the Christmas decorations. Tsk, tsk. What IS this world coming to? Well, let's knock and enter. And now you are on your own to explore what there is to be seen.
Can you find the Maze? Can you get through? There's one route if you first go left and another if you first go right. And both have (different) dead ends. But the dead ends mostly have something educational (or at least cute) to look at. One has an article on the history of labyrinths, for instance. If you see a picture in a dead end, try clicking on it. If you are taken to a bunch of information, at the bottom of the page you can "ask to be rescued." But, if you do get all the way through, there is another surprise.
Can you find the garage? (Excuse me, Carriage House!) If you can, you can get in the car and take a ride to the summerhouse. And back.
Can you find the armchair that will drop a purple spider if you click it? If so, you can cast a spell of protection for yourself.
Can you find the window that looks out on this view? (That's all, just the view. You can't ALWAYS go someplace.)
Can you find this stained glass window? If you do, you can click on it and read the history of the saint it celebrates.
If you find the Advent Calendar, you may be able to click on each day and read the factoid for it. Or, you may only be able to mouse over it and turn the numbers into little color pictures. (Or the factoid may open but be behind the page – showing up only if you minimize.)
I don't want to spoil it by giving away everything. But I can't promise you won't get into another dimension. Oh well – any time you can't get out – you can always start over.
Have fun!















At first, Sandra Pinchback thought her son Curtis Garland’s death in a Texas prison after an asthma attack made sense. She had been worried that the prison in rural East Texas was in the really muggy part of the state and had no air conditioning when he was first incarcerated. And then in July 2014, when the prison chaplain called and told her her son had died after an asthma attack she thought, "Well, maybe the good Lord went on and took him because he had suffered for so long with asthma." Problem is, that was a lie: medical neglect/indifference killed her son. Within three days Pinchback would start receiving letters from other prison inmates who had witnessed her son’s agony over several hours. Inmates who had witnessed him asking for help; inmates who tried to get him the assistance he needed; inmates who said they would testify if she needed them to. Sandra Pinchback received close to 50 letters saying all of these things.
On that 90-degree-F June day when Garland had the attack, his fellow prisoners in M Wing knew he was dying, would die, and did everything they could to try to get help for him. It's a harrowing story, difficult to read, even in the abbreviated form Thandi has quoted.
When she told him the road he wanted to take was closed unless he had a parking pass, he banged on the steering wheel and said, "This road is not closed!" Then he held up a parking pass – two, actually – so she let him through. Whereupon he was heard to say "dumb, dumb, stupid n-word." (By Underwood. And by a witness.)
Adkins later identified the man as Vice President for Administration Kyle Cavanaugh.

















