The Rose is closed and The Pyramid shut down. What am I talking about? The names came to me via a declining timber industry in Missoula; Roseburg is a “Forest Product Company” closing its doors, and Pyramid Mountain Lumber is doing the same thing, but to me it’s just more esoteric trolling from a cartoon clown world.

I tried taking the poor timing of a coffee date that wasn’t a date in stride, since she clearly articulated her non-availability, but my heart is a stupid fucker eager to pretend smiles are substantive snacks to alleviate my starvation when, clearly, they are not. Stupid fucking heart.

Names are haunting me, and now I must contend with the other date that wasn’t a date with another woman who isn’t available and featuring another name that exists at the core of my descent into the deepest rabbit hole imaginable: Stevenson. Oh, and her first name is the name I picked for my now-ex-wife in a piece of fiction I started writing in 2015.

Did I write myself into this fucked up timeline?

I have a slew of X-Files observations piling up, but I’m not sure where to start. How about I start with our cartoon CLOWN world, since I just sent an email to Paul Stubbs, the author working on a fascinating book about clowns being representations of the fallen angels we know as Nephilim. Yes, let’s start there.

When I told my friend about my recent pattern for putting a little K in my brain, then watching X-Files, he started laughing. “Oh Travis,” he said, “I should have warned you about K’s ability to suck you into screens.” He wasn’t kidding.

The episode that sucked me into the screen was episode 19 of season 2, titled “Død Kalm”. I watched the episode on March 11th, and Scully, near death, writes down her final observances about the end of the world. The date is March 12th.

Here’s the excerpt that got to me:

Agent Fox Mulder lost consciousness at approximately 4:30 this morning, the 12th of March. There is nothing more I can do for him, or for myself. Supplies are exhausted, no food or liquid consumed for over 24 hours. The outer hull most probably flooded, though for now the inner hull is supporting the ship’s mass. Among Halverson’s belongings, I found a children’s book of Norse legends. From what I can tell, the pictures show the end of the world – not in a sudden firestorm of damnation as the Bible teaches us, but in a slow covering blanket of snow. First the moon and the stars will be lost in a dense white fog, then the rivers and the lakes and the sea will freeze over. And finally a wolf named Skoll will open his jaws and eat the sun, sending the world into an everlasting night. I think I hear the wolf at the door.

The sensation of impending doom escalated when I watched the next episode, titled “Humbug”. Why? Because I realized that an actor in episode 19, John Savage, and an actor in episode 20, Michael T. Anderson, were both in the HBO show, Carnivàle, and Anderson was ALSO in Twin Peaks, which inserts David Lynch, who was born in Missoula. My mind started spinning like a whirling dervish.

I looked at the Wikipedia entry for the Carnivàle-esqe episode, Humbug, and ROSE once again jumped out at me, this time in the guise of the surname of the infamous Jim Rose, a performer who launched his version of a circus side-show in 1991, in Seattle. Fuck me! I thought after finding this little tidbit. Why? Because last October, investigating the name COLE, I ordered a hundred year old program for the Cole Brothers Circus in, you guessed it, SEATTLE. Then I wrote this post about an old story that surfaced at the same time I got the program remembering how an elephant from this circus died by lightning strike in Dillon, Montana. Ok then.

I tried getting away from the name ROSE, but there it was graffiti’d on an alley wall, then it popped up when I examined (out of disgust) a 700 square foot house selling for a half-million dollars on Rollins Street, where I used to live, and near ROSE park. See how this might get a little annoying for a lonely genius decoding 90’s popular culture like some retarded Cassandra pretending THIS time she’ll be believed.

The decoding is important because the clown world is in full-effect, and Chris Carter put A LOT out there, like the episode about cannibalism called “Our Town“. Here’s an excerpt about the research done for the show, which led the chicken plant to be named CHACO Chicken. From the link:

While researching the Ancestral Puebloans for the second-season finale, Spotnitz learned that archaeologists had discovered boiled human bones in Chaco Canyon, New Mexico—an element featured in the final version of the episode. Spotnitz also used “Chaco” as the name of the chicken plant in this episode. Spotnitz had trouble finding books about cannibalism, but he did glean enough information to name the characters in the episode after real, notable cannibals.

After this episode the season finale, “Anasazi“, goes full alien and all hell breaks loose when a hacker gets evidence encrypted in Navajo from the Department of Defense. Daddy WILLIAM gets shot and killed, and the intrepid Fox finds himself in a boxcar with a bunch of dead aliens. Bummer.

To keep myself from not getting too bummed out looking into this abyss, I’ve taken my tendency to trash-talk to a WHOLE NEW level. This week, starting on St. Paddy’s Day, I introduced the TRASH ALCHEMIST to my dear Zoom Town, and the response has been hilarious. I’ll be revealing some of the market research I’m conducting at the other blog soon.

Here, where I share some of my synchronicity/pop-culture research, I’ll be grappling with the movie Under The Silver Lake when time allows, because, as the title of THIS post indicates, it’s all about the timing, and for the time being I’ll have to just endured getting trolled by roses.