Carrie Preston Of HBO’s True Blood Is A Triple Threat:

July 3, 2013

The Talented Actress Also Produces and Directs

carrie-preston-1-Geek-ExchangeIn addition to portraying waitress Arlene Fowler on HBO’s True Blood, Carrie Preston is proud to be a producer and director of independent films. As an actress, Ms. Preston’s storyline on True Blood rarely intersects with those of other actors on the show. Despite that isolation, Ms. Preston believes Arlene has evolved slightly, over six seasons. Ms. Preston’s evolution over six years has been as a producer/director of two independent films (Girl Talk, That’s What She Said). She is currently directing a web series (Darwin), and passionately embraces the technology currently used to produce content.

As far as Ms. Preston is concerned, True Blood is a show about a bar. Her character, Arlene Fowler, is a waitress in Merlott’s Bar and is rarely seen elsewhere. A few of the other sets, not used in Arlene’s storyline, are on different stages and it’s sometimes years before Ms. Preston even stops by to see them. She finds it exciting to watch a complete episode of True Blood, because she gets to see what her colleagues were working on while she was serving drinks. Despite Arlene’s isolation, which lends itself to her representation of the narrow-minded and disenfranchised, Ms. Preston believes her character has managed to evolve slightly. She points out that vampire Jessica Hamby (Deborah Ann Woll) attended Arlene’s wedding, which is a huge deal for her character.

In addition to True Blood, Ms. Preston has recurring roles on other shows such as The Good Wife and Person of Interest. However, her true passion is for independent film, which has grown out of her love for unique films:

“I definitely geek out over indie filmmaking,” she laughs. “I have a production company and I’ve directed and produced two features and starred in a third. Right now, I’m directing a Web series [Darwin] some friends have written. We’ve got the first three episodes edited together, and now we’re trying to figure out where we’re going to put them. That whole world of indie content making and the equipment people use, the types of cameras and the new technology around, plus getting that content out to the viewer — all of that stuff is endlessly fascinating to me.”

Ms. Preston is excited about being a filmmaker in the 21st century because the technology, particularly the internet, has allowed viewers to access a variety of movies and to select what they’re looking for. The downside of this, according to Ms. Preston, is that viewers have grown to believe they deserve to receive content for free. Modern indie filmmakers haven’t yet learned how to monetize the content they’re producing. Additionally, the competition from big-budged studio television and movies is intense:

“We’re competing with TV and film and the mall movies that are so spectacular, that sometimes our audience is not forgiving.”

Still, Ms. Preston loves the technology used make movies, so much so that she refers to herself as the ‘tech geek’ in her marriage. Ms. Preston’s husband is actor Michael Emerson (Lost), and they both appreciate the irony of his portraying a computer genius on his show, Person of Interest. Between the two of them, Ms. Preston says that she handles all things electronics, and that Mr. Emerson tackles the shopping, cooking and decorating. Ms. Preston finds it ‘adorable’ when Mr. Emerson calls to ask her questions about Java.


Source/Photo credit: GeekExchange


Setting the Stage for Season 5 — Merlotte’s

February 15, 2012

Merlotte’s is Up and Running:

For all those Truebie fans who can barely survive the 9 month hiatus between seasons, good news is in store for you. The sets have been dusted off and are ready to be used for production.

Merlotte’s sign

 All set and ready to go as well, is our favorite feisty redhead, Arlene Fowler — AKA Carrie Preston, who Tweeted the following photo:

Carrie Preston as Merlotte’s Arlene

We can’t wait to see what hijinks are in store for Merlotte and his employees this year!

Photo Credits: HBO

Carrie Preston


The Franklin Files — Happy New Year

January 7, 2011

The Franklin Files” – Happy New Year

“Here drink this.” Jesus handed Lafayette a Bloody Mary. “Trust me, you two will feel a whole lot better and I’m a nurse. And I added a little secret magic to it, too.” He handed one to Tara who was laying head to toe with Lafayette on the couch and looked like she could be a vampire. She was the absolute color of death.

“Please tell me I’m not going to see no visions. I swear if I see visions as soon as I can lift myself off this couch I’ll kick your sorry ass from here to Tijuana.”

“No worries, sweetheart, it’s all spices from your local grocery store. My, my, you two are wee bit touchy this morning.”

“Sorry, babe, as much as I love them, I don’t do Champagne and Courvoisier together real well. But I sure seemed to like it last night – a lot.” Lafayette lifted the damp cloth from his face and attempted to smile.

“You sure did. You liked a lot of other things, too…”

“Oh, really…honestly, I don’t remember a whole lot of what happened after I stopped cooking the last couple of specials Sam had going last night. I can’t believe people really ponied up $13.95 for some cocktail shrimp and 6 oz sizzler. Hard to believe that’s the fanciest “Turf and Surf” they’ve ever seen in Merlotte’s, let alone Bon Temps. But I guess with a complimentary glass of champagne, noise maker and a party hat, it was a pretty nice event at the bar.”

“Well, I can tell you, everyone had a really nice time, especially you,” Jesus started to laugh, looking at Tara, “and Sookie. When you two started doing the can-can on top of the bar, I gained a whole new respect for you. Doing ‘The Bump?’ I didn’t know anyone still knew that old dance existed anymore. And when you closed it all out with ‘The Macarena’! It was absolutely classic!”

Tara groaned, and somehow managed to hit him dead on in the face with pillow, “You can shut the hell up any old time now.”

“My, my, my, okay, I can see my attempts at a lighthearted banter is getting me nowhere with the two of you.  How about I read you a little story. Have you checked in with Franklin lately? Do you know how his New Year’s began? Lafayette told me that his mother is missing and you think she’s been turned to the ‘dark side’ but have you read anymore?”

Tara answered, rather peevishly, “I really was starting to feel sort of sorry for Franklin which really pissed me off so I didn’t want to read anymore but what the hell I already feel like crap. Let’s go ahead and see what’s happened to his mommy dearest. The book is in the back closet under some blankets.” She threw her elbow over her forehead as if she were a movie star having a fainting spell on a chaise lounge in some long ago Bette Davis black and white movie.

Soon, Jesus returned the old battered journal. “I swear I don’t know how this thing holds together. And how many more are there?”

“Enough to keep us reading for a very long time. So start reading already.”

“Obviously, you need to drink more of my special Bloody Mary, Tara.” She gave Jesus the evil eye. “Whoa, girl, I know you don’t want to go toe-to-toe, evil eye-to-evil eye with me, girl. You have no idea who I am. But for the sake of your cousin, I’ll shut up and start reading.”

“Pleeeeease. Y’all need to stop. I’m in pain, and I love you both, but if you don’t start reading in ten, you will find both your butts on the porch.” Lafayette was coming to life, but quickly laid his head back down with a hand to the forehead and an, “Ouch.”

“Alright, ‘ladies,’ settle down, I’m reading.”

Tuesday, January 1, 1856

I am defeated – and not just a little bit drunk. If I could I would drink every alcoholic spirit available in England and under the authority of the English Crown and on the Continent – and it would still not be enough to erase the terrors. Last night was the most glorious night of my life and this morning the most terrifying and terrible.

Gwendolyn’s family invited me to their home to celebrate the welcoming of the New Year. It was a beautiful dinner with many friends and family and altogether helped to take my mind off the tragedy of these last few days. Lost in the presence of Gwen’s beauty and grace, I have to admit that there were a few moments when I even forgot that mother was missing at all. Gwendolyn’s parents were most solicitous and her sweet mother took me aside in the salon and most kindly offered that even though she knew she were a poor substitute, when Gwendolyn and I were married she would do her best to be a mother to me if my own were not to be found. She begged my pardon if it were too soon to say such a thing, and I assured her that, indeed, it was not. I really do love her, she is kind and warmhearted and, is in so many ways, the sort of mother I’ve always dreamed that I might possess.

After some dessert, drinks, singing, and parlor games, Gwendolyn’s parents allowed that since the night was not so chilly, I might wrap Gwendolyn up and we might walk along the terrace for a moment of privacy. I was astounded! But we are engaged to be married and had over the evening discussed a wedding date in mid-June, after the Sunday of the Trinity, it seemed a walk alone was not inappropriate. My heart was soaring! I thought it the most glorious evening of my life. And then Gwendolyn made it even better. She grew quite affectionate with me, more than she ever had, reaching inside my heavy coat, daring to touch me in places I didn’t even know she knew existed. Her touch was tentative at first, but she grew ever more daring and I was shocked at her courage.

“Gwendolyn, I think you must stop. While I am delight to find you so enthusiastic, I am afraid I am overcome with passion for you right now and in my emotional state right now, I don’t know that I can stop myself if I should return your affection.”

“My sweet, sweet, dark haired boy. I don’t want you to stop. I’ve been talking to Mrs. General and I am sure you believe her a just an old prude, but you’d be surprised to find her otherwise. We’ve talked about the torture you must be under, and how I might alleviate your suffering, not to mention my own grief at feeling so helpless to see your deepening sadness. I want to help you, to comfort you, and we’ve agreed this is the best possible thing I could do for you right now.”

I opened my mouth to protest but she put her gloved hand to my mouth to silence me. “Meet Mrs. General in three-quarters of an hour at the kitchen entrance. She is going to bring you to me. And before you say that you won’t come, if you don’t then I am prepared to run away to the vicarage and say that you kidnapped me.”

“Well, what choice do I have then? I think this idea unwise, but I will come, if only to prevent you running away in the middle of the night. We will talk some more and then I will leave. But I promise you, I will do nothing to besmirch your honor, Gwendolyn. I would rather die first.”

“Franklin, I am to be your wife in just a few months. Just come to me.” And then she took me back inside and she bid goodnight to the group. I, too, said my farewells and went outside to ride my horse a ways off and then came round to the back of their stables where I tied him in the back of the stable yard. I made my way to the kitchen while guests were saying their goodbyes at the front door and the main lights of the kitchen had gone out. Mrs. General took me up a back stairway and I quickly found myself alone with the most ravishing creature I had ever seen in my life.

Gwendolyn was dressed in the most beautiful white linen nightgown and her golden hair was down. I could hardly speak or move for fear that I might break the  vision that stood before me. But I didn’t have to move for she came to me. And with a boldness that I hardly knew she had, she began to undress me. I would have spoken up to resist – if I could have remembered how to speak at all. She kissed my throat, my chest, and ran her hands along my spine, and when she started to reach for my trousers, I finally got a hold of myself.

“Gwendolyn, no! This is not needed. You must not. You cannot. Your honor is too important to me, my lady. I will not spoil you in this way, my dear, sweet, love of my life.”

“Franklin, darling, you know that I love you?”

“Yes, my love.”

“And we will spend eternity together as man and wife?”

“Yes, my love.”

“Then, my love, Mrs. General says this is all perfectly all right, and so I am going to help you forget your misery and you will put me out of mine.” And then she took me by the hand and led me to her bed. I dare say that Mrs. General did more than just convince her that this was a good idea, for she seemed quite knowledgeable about what to do. But how can I even think about that now? My God, what sort of monster am I?

After the sweetest few hours of my life, making love to her by the light of the sliver of the quarter moon, and taking sweet slumber in each other’s arms off and on I could see that the future could indeed be bright. Mother or not, I would be happy in my marriage to the wondrous, marvelous creature. I stole myself away while it was still dark, not wanting to risk being caught by anyone stirring in the house. As I was riding away I couldn’t resist going back to take one last look at that beloved window wherein my lay my beloved. When I drew close to the house I saw two dark figures climbing out that very same window. I let out a shout and I swear they took to the air!

I drove the horse to the house and mounted the back stairs to her bedroom to find Gwendolyn her beautiful night gown shredded to pieces and she was covered in blood with not only the deep fang marks of before but actual gashes as if she, herself, had been torn apart. I took her in my arms and tried to rouse her, but there was no life in her. I let out a yell that brought the whole house to her room. I told them that I could not sleep and so I went out for a ride and saw the two figures coming out of her window. I left out the part about them flying for fear they’d think I’d gone absolutely mad, but I know that is the truth of it and I will not rest until I discover who they are.

As the chaos ensued and we waited for the doctor’s arrival, I went to the window to see if I could learn anything about these horrible murderers. As I looked down at the exterior window casing, I saw something caught there between it and the roof. It was a gold bracelet with small rubies that belongs to Mother. I grabbed the bracelet and put it in my pocket. I’m not telling the constable, at least not yet.

Because I am the source of all this death and suffering. Obviously, the same people who did this to Gwendolyn are the same people that have taken Mother, and the only conclusion I can make is that it is someone out to hurt me. The only connection between the two of them is that I love them with my whole heart, so that must be why Gwendolyn was killed tonight. It is my fault.  I feel such terrible guilt that I’d gladly give my own life for hers. I’d gladly take my own life except for one thing – I will have my vengeance upon the killers…I have one clue to follow, there was the note upon my pillow when I returned home, “Never forget, I am always and forever watching you.” It must be linked to the killers.

“Well, I think we are beginning to know when psycho Franklin began to appear,” Lafayette took a long drink from his Bloody Mary. The room was silent for a while.

“How are you two feeling now? Any better? Can I get you a refill?” Jesus closed the book and got up to take their glasses. “By the way, I love these old Flintstone glasses, very classy.”

“You better step off my Betty and Wilma’s. I’ll have you know it took a lot flea market shopping to put that collection together.” Lafayette feigned being indignant.

“Well, yabba-dabba-doo. Hand me your glass so I can fill up good old Betty for you and Tara, let me catch your little old Pebbles.” Jesus reached for her class.

“After, that journal entry, you better make me a Pebbles and Bam-Bam.”

Disclaimer: The Franklin Files are provided for entertainment purposes only and is a parody of the fantasy series, True Blood, and as such, is presented here for your amusement. “Franklin Files” and the various writers who contribute to it, have no relationship/affiliation to HBO, True Blood, or any of the cast or crew of said program nor any relation to Charlaine Harris, or the Sookie Stackhouse novels.

Written By: Sarahfina

Graphics By: Sarahfina


Christmas Magic

December 22, 2010

The wind whipped around Sookie’s head as she headed to work at Merlotte’s.  She sighed deeply.  It was just barely over a week before Christmas and the temperature was still in the upper sixty’s.  Some days it even reached into the seventy’s.  It had snowed in Bon Temps a few times in her life, but not in many, many years.  It had been a rough year and Sookie wanted more than anything to really get into the Christmas spirit, but for some reason it was very difficult this year, and the weather was not helping.  Everyone at Merlotte’s knew she had been in a cranky mood, but no one really knew why.  Sookie was usually so pleasant; her recent attitude had those who knew her at a loss.

“Sook, why you so upset baby girl?  You got that vampire melancholy going on and honey it just don’t work right for you.” Lafayette told her towards the end of the night.

“I know Lafayette.  I’m just really bummed about Christmas this year.  I want to have a party but no one is really interested in it and I want it to snow, more than anything. I would love to wake up one of these mornings and see snow covering everything.”

“Well child, sorry to tell but you is living in the wrong part of the country for that to happen.  We got ourselves a regular December heat wave.”

“Yeah I know,” Sookie mumbled as she went to Sam’s office to get her purse and head home.

Sookie’s mood only worsened when she awoke to another muggy morning and the local paper’s front page headline: “Fire Melts Needy Children’s Christmas Wishes.”

Everyone was talking about the fire when she got into work.  The town was buzzing about what a shame it was and how sad it was that the rotary club’s building burned down with all those presents inside.  Sookie listened to what people said and what they thought.  Everyone voiced their sympathy but she didn’t hear anyone that was willing to do anything about it.

“I have had enough!” she yelled, slamming her tray down on the nearest table and getting the attention of everyone in the bar.  “We’re done talking about this and we are going to do something about it.  I am sick and tired of everyone saying how bad they feel.  We are GOING to throw a party and everyone is GOING to bring presents so we can make sure those kids have a Christmas!”

The entire bar was dead quite after Sookie’s outburst.  Sam came out from the back and joined Sookie.

“Party will be here in two days, folks.  Everyone spread the word and remember to bring presents.”

Sookie smiled up at Sam. “Thanks,” she said.

“Anytime, and you’re right!  We gotta do something.  I’ll go call Tara, you call Jason and we will get the whole town together.”

Sookie left Merlotte’s that night feeling really good about herself.  She headed to her car when Bill popped up out of nowhere.

“Bill!  You scared me!”

“Sorry Sookie.  I heard you are planning a party to help replace the toys that were lost in the fire.”

“Yeah, we are gonna have a party here at Merlotte’s in two days and everyone has to bring a present, or presents, for the kids.  I talked to Jason, Tara, Alcide, Andy and everyone else we could think of.  They are all gonna come and help out.”

Bill smiled at her and as always she wondered what he was thinking.

“Would you mind if I helped out too?”

Sookie was surprised. “No, of course not!  Tell Jessica, you guys come for sure!”

Bill smiled again as he watched Sookie head towards home.  When she was out of sight he pulled out his phone and called Eric.

“Eric, I know you could care less about this, but considering it would make Sookie indebted to you, you might want to pay attention.  There was a fire last night and it destroyed the Christmas presents of some local needy children.  She is throwing a party in a couple of days to replenish the presents.  You want Sookie deeply in your debt, figure out how to help her out.”

Eric was quiet for a second before answering. “Thanks for the information, Bill.”

They both hung up.

Time flew by and before Sookie had time to look up it was the night of the party.  So far everyone was going to come, even some of the kids that the presents were for.  The only thing Sookie was still trying to find was someone to play Santa Clause.  She had a suit, just no one to wear it.  Bill finally told her he would take care of finding someone or would do it himself.  Sookie had laughed at him thinking he was way too skinny to play Santa.

By seven that night most of the town was mingling around Merlotte’s.  Alcide showed up with a truck load of toys (courtesy of the wolves in Shreveport).  There were almost more presents than had been lost.  Sookie was really excited and happy knowing that these kids were going to get a Christmas.  Just as she was about to freak out about the lack of a Santa, the front door of Merlotte’s opened and a chilly breeze blew through the bar.

“HO HO HO!  Merry Christmas everyone!” a deep voice echoed throughout the bar.

Everyone turned and looked to see a jolly man dressed as Santa.  The kids flipped out and ran up to him.

“Whoa!  Hold on one second, let Santa relax for just a minute and put my feet up!  I have had a quite a journey.”

Sookie pulled Sam aside. “Do you know who that is?”

Sam looked at her with wide eyes. “I thought you knew him.  I don’t have any idea who it is.”

They both continued to watch as “Santa” placed a large bag he had carried in by his side and grabbed a chair to sit down in.

“Um, er, Santa?  Would you like any refreshments?”  Sookie asked, hoping she could tell by his voice who the mystery Santa was.

“Oh thank you so much Sookie!  I would love a glass of milk if you have any?”  He smiled and winked at her.

Sookie still had no idea who the man was but went to get him some milk.  She pulled Lafayette out of the kitchen with her.

“Do you know who that is?” she asked him.

“Sookie, now you know I’m into some crazy sh… er stuff, but I’m not down with fat white men in costume, that’s too freaky even for me.” He laughed as he headed to grab a drink.

Sookie rolled her eyes at Lafayette’s pervy sense of humor.

As she handed Santa his milk he began taking the children on his lap and asking them what they wanted for Christmas.  The strange thing was, as each child voiced their wish, Santa pulled it out of his bag, and he certainly did have a lot of MP3 players in that bag!

Santa kept the kids busy for the next couple of hours with stories and tricks.  Finally, he stood up to leave.

“Oh, wait a second, I never asked Sookie what she wanted.  After all, it was her idea to plan this party; I suppose we should ask her what she would like for Christmas.”

Everyone applauded and pushed Sookie toward Santa.  Embarrassed, she walked forward, and strangely enough, heard absolutely nothing from Santa.  His silence was as peaceful as Bill’s (or any other vampire).  She nodded to herself, that explained everything.  He was a vampire Bill had obviously asked to do this.  Relaxing a bit she walked over to him and sat on his lap.

“So Sookie, what would you like for Christmas?”

Sookie thought for just a second. “Well Santa, I know you probably can’t do this one, but I would really like it to snow.”

Santa was quiet for a minute before answering her. “Sookie, I would like nothing more than to make that happen for you and I will certainly do my best, but even I can’t do everything, this is Louisiana after all.”

Sookie laughed. “I know, but it can’t hurt to ask,” she said, smiling.

Santa winked again and got up to leave.

“Well, Santa has to get back to the North Pole; I have a busy few days ahead of me!”

With a merry wink to all in attendance, he headed out the door.  Sookie saw that he left his hat on the chair.  She grabbed it and ran out the door to catch him.

Santa was no where to be found but she heard heated voices coming from around the side of the bar.  She walked over cautiously only to find not one, but two, Santa’s arguing intensely.

“I told you I was going to do this!”

“You did not, you told me to do something and Pam actually gave me this idea”

“Of course she did!”

Sookie stood dumbfounded as she stared at Bill and Eric, both in Santa Claus suits, yelling at each other.

“Bill? Eric?  What are you guys doing here?  Bill, the Santa you sent just left.  He was amazing; by the way, you will have to tell me who he was.”

Bill stared at Sookie as if she were crazy. “Sookie, I couldn’t find anyone to do it.  That’s why I dressed up to come do it myself and ran into Eric who obviously thought he could do a better job.”

Eric growled at him.  Sookie couldn’t help but laugh at the site of Eric Northman, Viking warrior, dressed as Santa; then again, maybe he had known the guy.

“But, if you didn’t send that guy, then who was he?” Sookie asked to no one in particular.  Both men remained silent.

Sookie hadn’t realized that the temperature had dropped quite a bit since the start of the party.  She felt something light and wet land on her cheek.  Looking up, Sookie saw small white flakes falling slowly from the sky.

Sookie’s mouth fell open. “No way!”

The next morning, Bon Temps woke up to find the entire town blanketed in snow.  The weather report called it a freak storm and a major weather anomaly because not a flake of snow fell anywhere else in the entire state of Louisiana.

Disclaimer: “Christmas Magic” is provided for entertainment purposes only and is a parody of the fantasy series, True Blood, and as such is presented here for your amusement. The writer has no relationship/affiliation to HBO, True Blood, or any of the cast or crew of said program nor any relation to Charlaine Harris or the Sookie Stackhouse novels.

By: Reagan Grimes

Graphic credit:


The Franklin Files — The Evergreens

November 23, 2010

“Come and trim my Christmas tree
With some decorations bought at Tiffany
I really do believe in you
Lets see if you believe in me

Santa Baby, forgot to mention one little thing
A ring
I don’t mean on the phone
Santa Baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight…”

Tara arrived at Merlotte’s just in time to see Arlene’s little song and dance on top of the bar as she strung lights over the mirror behind it. As she reached the end, she bent down into Terry’s arms and he met her with a big old hug and kiss.

“Oh, geez,” said Tara. “I didn’t know the Rockettes were performing nightly down here in Bon Temps. Sam better put someone at the door to collect a cover charge for the entertainment.”

“Tara Mae Thornton, just because you can’t get a man to stay around long enough to love you through the holidays, don’t mean you have to ruin it for the rest of us.” Arlene hated all the negativity that sometimes came from her co-workers. “I got me a good man who loves both me and my two kids plus this young ‘un on the way, so we are gonna’ have us a good Christmas and we just want to spread some of the Christmas Cheer we’re feeling if that’s alright with you.”

“Yeah, Tara, we just want to spread some of this Christmas love we’re feeling right now.” Terry went to put his arms around Arlene.

“Not right now, honey, can’t you see I’m all hot and bothered. And you know I hate to be cuddled when I’m all pissed like this. Just go in the back and cook something, would you?” Terry went to the back, his eyes welling up.

“So, Tara, why don’t you  just go sit in a booth and stick your nose in that stupid book your always reading lately, and when you’re done being naughty and ready to be nice you can get your butt behind the bar.” Arlene went to hang some colored bulbs around the order window. “Geez, Terry, are you crying in there? Lord, honey, I didn’t mean nothing, let’s hang that mistletoe. C’mon you big sweet old Sugarbear. You know that girl is gonna to be the death of me. Come on and get out here.”

“What the hell does she know about anything?” thought Tara. “I’d have a man here for the holidays if Eggs hadn’t been shot.” Tara knew this was going to be one hard Christmas and she hated to think about it. She’d stopped by the cemetery on the way here. Sookie thought it would help to have a place to go to visit Eggs and it did sometimes, but not this morning. The weather was as cold and damp outside as it was inside Tara’s heart. Maybe things would look brighter in 1855 so she turned to Franklin Mott’s journal and started to read.

Sunday, December 2, 1855

It is after midnight, and I can’t believe all that has happened. It has truly been the worst night of my life. I am worried beyond belief. It appears now that we were quite wrong about what caused the death of Mr. Meagles. It was not a snake that bit him but some strange sort of blood sucking wolf! I know this because the wolves attacked us this evening and they got a hold of Mother and Gwendolyn! I’m terrified that they will suffer the same deadly fate.  Although I am exhausted beyond belief, I want to write down what happened just in case within this pitiable record I may later find a clue that will hold a key to fix this dreadful situation.

For this evening’s service, we did the annual “Hanging of the Greens.” It is one of my most favorite nights of the church year, and I love the Story of the Evergreens at Christmas.

700 years after Christ’s birth, Winfred of England (later, St. Boniface), was sent to the pagan tribes of Germany. One day, while walking in the forest, he came upon a ceremony where a human sacrifice was about to take place to worship the spirit of the forest. The usual ceremony involved the sprinkling of an innocent child’s blood around an oak tree to please the god of the forest. Winifred begged for the ceremony to be stopped, but his pleadings were ignored. In desperation, he grabbed the ceremonial ax and cut down the oak tree. The anger of the people soon turned to amazement when they saw a small fir tree spring up in the center of the tree to replace the fallen oak. A shaft of light caused each twig to glisten brightly in the darkness and the people listened and believed when Winifred told them the tree was a symbol of the birth of life through Christ.

I always love telling this story, and having the children gather around me as we go from station to station and light the candles against the darkness that have been places in the boughs of evergreens. I’m so good with children and love when they greet me in the parish. How different my home shall be than the one I am raised in! Gwendolyn and I will be such different parents. But, oh! After tonight all that may be lost to me.

After services, Mother invited a few families to our home for a little celebration. She invited Mrs. Meagles, with Mr. Flintwich and Miss Waters in tow, along with Mr. Edgington and Mr. Talbot, who unawares to me, were still in town. Gwendolyn, her guardian Mrs. General, and a few other families from the parish were also invited. Our four carriages were all together in the night. Mother and I were leading the way with Gwendolyn’s party behind us, and the Meagles’ group, in two carriages, were taking up the rear. All was well until out of the woods we heard the strange howl of the wolves we had heard at Mr. Meagles’ wake. The horses immediately became restive, and then a pack of wolves showed themselves and all sorts of mayhem ensued. With horses rearing and our cabriolets going hither and yon, Mother and Gwendolyn both being such slight creatures, must have fell out of the carriages, for the next thing I saw were the wolves dragging them by the hems of their dresses  into the woods.

Forgive my cursing, Lord, but it was bloody awful! You could hear their screams as they were pulled away. I felt completely impotent as I sat motionless in shock. But the men in the Meagles’ carriage immediately sprang to action, and with unbelievable speed ran into the woods. Their screams continued briefly but then ended when, apparently, the men found them and shortly thereafter carried them out.

We rushed them to our home and put them to bed where our housekeeper and chambermaid, under the strong direction of Mrs. General, started their ministrations. Within a short time Mrs. General reported that they had suffered numerous bites, like those suffered by Mr. Meagles, were quite weak, and still did not seem to know themselves.

I am so worried, I barely know myself this night! Except that I am a coward. I let those men run into those woods while I stood in the road, feet firmly planted in a state of shock. Yet, I barely had a chance to move, it happened so fast. I hardly remember them falling from the carriage. In fact, if I look back upon the event, I’d swear those wolves circled only our two carriages and not the last two conveyances at all. I was so busy trying to hang onto the horses. It’s strange to me that the wolves showed not the slightest interest in attacking the horses. They simply took Mother and Gwen after they fell from the carriage. And did they truly fall? I don’t really recall seeing them fall. It was all such a blur. Once this emergency passes, I will have to question Mrs. General more closely. Somehow, I have the feeling I should not trust Mr. Flintwich and his friends.

“You got that right,” said Tara. “I can’t believe I’m actually starting to feel sorry for this guy. I guess he got screwed by the vamps too. But, that doesn’t give him a pass on being totally and completely messed up. Lord, I don’t know what to think! I hate this book!” Tara slammed it shut and walked back inside to find Arlene and Terry decorating the Christmas tree.

“Whaddya’ think Tara? The tree looks real pretty, don’t it?” asked Arlene, obviously hoping to make up.

“It sure beats the hell out of children being sacrificed.”

“What are you talking about? Just stop it. I was going to ask you to put the star on top but you can just forget it.”

“That’s exactly what I’d like to do. Forget it. Give me that star, Arlene.” Tara climbed that ladder and started to sing, “Oh, Christmas tree, O Christmas tree, how lovely are your branches…

To herself, Tara thought, “Maybe if I sing loud enough, I just might forget what happened in those woods.”

Disclaimer: The Franklin Files are provided for entertainment purposes only and is a parody of the fantasy series, True Blood, and as such, is presented here for your amusement. “Franklin Files” and the various writers that contribute to it, have no relationship/affiliation to HBO, True Blood, or any of the cast or crew of said program nor any relation to Charlaine Harris, or the Sookie Stackhouse novels.

Written By: Sarahfina

Photo & Graphics By: Sarahfina


Spoiler: True Blood’s Vampire King Wants It All

June 22, 2010

Do NOT read this article unless you really want to know what’s behind Bill Compton‘s kidnapping.

We met Russell Edgington (Denis O’Hare) and his boyfriend Talbot (Theo Alexander) on last Sunday’s episode of True Blood.  But we continued to be as baffled as Bill (Stephen Moyer) as to why the vampire King of Mississippi brought him across state lines.

Special thanks to TVGuide for interviewing Denis O’Hare and providing us with the inside scoop.

How did Denis become a fan of the show?  He had not read the books and wasn’t ready to switch his allegiance from Alan Ball‘s previous show, Six Feet Under, to his new HBO series.  But watching four episodes with a friend had Denis calling his cable company to sign up for HBO On Demand so he could watch the entire season of True Blood.

So once he signed on, what did he learn about his character?  Denis said he was told that in addition to having a southern accent, Russell is a charming, powerful and very deadly vampire.  He is beyond morality and as an ancient pagan Celt of approximately 2,800 years, the king is so concerned with nature that he believes vampires should rule the earth because humans are ruining it.

About his relationship with Talbot, Denis referred to it as tragic.  As in many marriages, the two can be deeply in love but get caught into a cycle of constant bickering.  It’s Talbot‘s nature to be moody with sudden periods of darkness.  And Russell is often worrying about Talbot‘s happiness.

Now about Bill, what does the king want with him?  Russell wants to “become the first vampire president of the United States, and his first target is Louisiana.”  In order to do that, he figures he’ll have to blackmail Sophie-Anne (Evan Rachel Wood) into marrying him.

For some reason the queen wants Sookie (Anna Paquin) and the king knows this.  He wants Bill to spy on the queen to give him something to use for his blackmail scheme.  But the kicker is, “Along the way, he realizes that Sookie is actually the prize, and then he becomes obsessed with her.”  Everybody wants Sookie!  And we’re talking about a gay vampire king and a lesbian vampire queen.  What is Sookie?

In comparing the two monarchs, Denis said this:  “Russell is good with money.  Sophie-Anne is childish; she doesn’t know how to wield her power.  Russell knows exactly how to wield his power.  Sophie-Anne is cruel in a sort of off-handed way; Russell is cruel is an incredibly calculated way.  They’re both violent and autocratic, but Sophie-Anne is erratic. There’s nothing erratic about Russell.”

We noticed that Russell also likes werewolves.  He’s been keeping them in his employ for over 1,000 years.  They are completely addicted to his blood, so they are loyal to him and are his eyes during the daylight.  In the ancient druid culture, the raven and wolf work together.  In the Celtic language, Russell‘s real name means raven.  Hence his love of werewolves.

In the article Denis also revealed that the king will spend a lot of time in Fangtasia.  He will also be visiting many front porches instead of eating at Merlotte’s.

Russell is like a snake; he’s incredibly calm and incredibly charming… until he rips your f—ing spine out.  My hands have been so bloody I’ve had to come home and soak them for a couple of hours.”

Season 3 is about to spiral into the white knuckler ride the cast promised it would be.  Hold on tight!


(Photo credit: HBO, Inc.)


Enjoy A Bon Temps Family Weekend Getaway!

July 4, 2009

bontempssignThe summer is long and families are always looking for a weekend getaway to relax. Why not visit Bon Temps? It has all the amenities families look for, with a calendar of events focused on small town life. The locals are friendly, a few so openly affectionate they ‘hug your neck’ just to welcome you! Don’t worry it is a local ritual and those marks will go away quickly (be sure pick up a tube of Dr. L’s Bites and Scritches Ointment available over-the-counter nearly everywhere in town!) and, for most, the experience is quite enjoyable. If you want to avoid the “friendly nibbles” welcome we suggest scheduling your itinerary  before sunset when bloodsuckers big and small come out from hiding.

Bon Temps is host to it’s own unique wildlife, where they can be enjoyed in their natural habitat. Full moons are the best time to observe the local wildlife, although it’s hard to find some of the locals during this time, even the bar tender goes missing (and you’d think it would be a busy night for him!). Folks have reported seeing packs of wolves, swarms of bats and even an occasional wild boar! Although opossums are strangely endangered locally (they are reported to be making a comeback!), it’s rumored that there is a Texas longhorn wandering the woods.  Try to book your weekend in advance so you can make sure to reserve “The Full Moon Adventure Tour”, it sells out quickly.

Afterwords you can head on over to the local watering hole, Merlotte’s, where the food is to die for.  The Merlotte’s staff is welcoming, warm and friendly. The establishments owner Sam Merlotte, greets each patron like family as soon as they walk in the door (most nights anyway).

We suggest sitting in Sookie’s section, she’s the local … telepath, and one of  Merlotte’s better waitresses. While in her section, we suggest the ‘Sookie Special’ for a mere $4.99 extra, which you’ll have to pay in advance.  Then, while serving you up one of Merlotte’s delicious meals, you can also find out  what your husband’s been up to, and what the kids did with great grandma Bertha’s ashes.  Be sure to check that extra napkin carefully for your thank-you note from Sookie.

If Merlotte’s is too tame for you, you’re likely to be able to find some action over at Maryann’s house.  It’s not always open to the public though so be sure to look for signs and portents especially at the local liquer store who always seem to know when she’s hosting an event.  Don’t worry about what to wear, everything goes at Maryann‘s!

And don’t miss the local graveyard!  Not only do the tombstones date back before the civil war but also the scene of several murders (look around you might still see some blood!  Just don’t mention it to Merlotte’s other waitress Arlene, she’s really sensitive).  There are also some ante-bellum homes nearby but we advise that this should only be done as a day trip.

In addition there is a ‘Voodoo’ museum way out yonder in the woods.  Pay any kid a quarter and they’ll be happy to show you out there although don’t expect them to go in with you.  Please leave the drums and rocks alone when visiting.  The local witch-doctor, Miss Jeanette, seems to be on vacation but if you’re not feeling well, jack of all trades, Mike Spencer, Dr. Reynolds or, in a real emergency, Dr. Ludwig can step in to fix you right up (all require payment in advance as well though so take your Visa, Mastercard or American Express!)

If you’re in town on Sunday’s there’s a nice, local, Baptist church with sermons at 8 and 10 AM to chose from and there’s an outreach office of the “Church of the Sun” opening downtown next to the haberdashery this summer.

You can view the town’s website and check the calendar of events to schedule your Bon Temps getaway. We suggest booking it around one of the local town festivals. Hurry the value packages sell out quick!

To view Bon Temps many amenities and schedule of events follow the link below.


(photo credit: Triviagasm)


Danielle James as Randi Sue

January 3, 2009

Danielle James

Danielle James

Danielle James as Randi Sue


Lynn Collins as Dawn Green

January 3, 2009

Lynn Collins

Lynn Collins

Lynn Collins as Dawn Green


Carrie Preston as Arlene Fowler

January 3, 2009

Carrie Preston Photo by Dirty Sugar photography

Carrie Preston Photo by Dirty Sugar photography

Carrie Preston as Arlene Fowler


Next Page »