I bought some Halloween candy at the store yesterday and the young man bagging my groceries said “but it’s only September.” I replied, “It’s always Halloween at my house.”



~ J.L. Hilton
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I bought some Halloween candy at the store yesterday and the young man bagging my groceries said “but it’s only September.” I replied, “It’s always Halloween at my house.”



~ J.L. Hilton
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I started a website called FALLOUT 4 IRL as a way for me to keep track of information about places I want to visit when I travel to Boston someday, but I’ve found so much interesting information that I wanted to share with other fans.
For example, did you know that the swan boats are real and that they’re made out of fiberglass, just like the “swan boat fragments” we can scrap in FALLOUT 4?
Or did you know that Kingsport Lighthouse is named after H.P. Lovecraft’s fictional Kingsport, which itself is based on a real town called Marblehead, Massachusetts, located near Salem – just as Kingsport Lighthouse is near Salem in the game map?
So far, I’ve written about all of the following locations:
Boston Common & Swan’s Pond
Granary Burying Ground
Goodneighbor
Faneuil Hall
Columbus Park
Paul Revere House
Old North Church
Long Wharf
Custom House Tower
North End Graveyard
These articles include comparisons of real-world and in-game photos, maps, history, lore and more. I am amazed how much the developers used Boston and U.S. history as inspiration for the locations and characters in Fallout 4.
My favorite fun fact so far: The town of Goodneighbor is probably named after the real-life Mary Goodneighbor, a stripper arrested in 1953 when the cops raided a Scollay Square theater. Her dancing name was “Irma the Body,” which might be why “Irma” is the character who runs the Memory Den (and which has a “Scollay Sq” marquee outside).
That’s all from me for now. As they say on Freedom Radio, stay safe out there, people.
~ J.L. Hilton
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I just realized that I picked up my favorite Skyrim follower in Raven Rock AND my favorite Fallout 3 follower in Raven Rock. What’s up with that? Why are there Raven Rocks in both games?

And why are the dudes there so awesome?
~ J.L. Hilton
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When I was a little kid in the 1970s, my parents wouldn’t let me watch Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood. I don’t know why. I saw it at a friend’s house and asked to watch at home, but they said no.
In retrospect, considering how abusive, rightwing and authoritarian they were, it makes sense, I guess. It also makes sense why I’d feel drawn to a kind adult who wanted to make children feel loved.
When I got older, 12 or 13, I watched it when they weren’t around. Such a rebel!
I even created a Mr. Rogers fan club with membership cards and a newsletter I made on a manual typewriter. The only members were me and my friend Melanie, but I dedicated a whole summer to writing articles, drawing cartoons and summarizing episodes.

Little wonder I became a writer and journalist later in life.
~ J.L. Hilton
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I am 50 years old this year and if there’s one thing I’d like to tell younger women, it’s this: Spend less time crying in the bathroom and more time kicking ass. Or as I told my own daughters, don’t have a wishbone where your backbone should be. Save yourself.
Yes, the world can be cruel, misogyny sucks, and the cards are stacked against us in so many ways. But I would love to see a lot less “I cried so much” and a lot more “I told him to fuck off” when I look around the internet. Seriously. Stop being nice. Stop putting up with his bullshit. Refuse to carry his burdens, whoever he is, boyfriend, father, boss, husband.
I grew up with an abusive father and I’ve been through some shit that seriously fucked me up. Which is why I’m here now, saying this. If you’re afraid of men or if you think you need to please men, get therapy. Read a self-help book. Go to a karate or a krav maga class. Make friends with other women. Find other survivors. Learn how to punch things. Buy pepper spray. Get an education. Take your power back.
You are beautiful just the way you are. Don’t let men, commercials or corporations tell you otherwise.
~ J.L. Hilton
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“Here, I want you to have my old rod,” Willy said, with a twinkle in his eye.
He even had crabs at one point:
What in the world is going on in this game??!?
~ J.L. Hilton
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I have a childhood friend who turns 50 this month and I wanted to give her something special. I saw similar crowns for sale online but figured I’d try making one myself. I used amethyst points and paper roses.

I also decorated a box to hold the crown. These pics show the outside of the box and the inside of the lid.


~ J.L. Hilton
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My youngest daughter has a birthday coming up this week so I’ve been working on a little treasure hunt puzzle game for her to collect her gifts hidden around the house.
~ J.L. Hilton
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I found a box of tapes I made in the 80s and 90s. This one is labeled “The Ocean, the Stone & Samhain.” In 1996, my divorce was final and I’d moved to Twentynine Palms, California, a Mojave Desert town of 14,000 people near the Joshua Tree National Park and the Marine Corps Air Ground Combat Center, aka “mick-ag-see” (MCAGCC) to the locals.
It was a year of soul searching, whirlwind romances and the intense demands of my job as a reporter, photographer and columnist at a low-paying, understaffed, high-pressure newspaper. I covered crime, business, education, outhouse races, experimental military technology, school board, city meetings, art galleries, and more.
As stressful as it was, and as blazing goddamn hot as it would get with summer temperatures in the 120s, I loved the people I worked with and I loved the town. It was the first, and possibly last, time I felt like I really belonged somewhere and was doing something meaningful. I saw it as a sacred duty to record and share the joys and sorrows of the community.
I made several wonderful friends who gave me the incredible gift of encouraging me to be myself, as funny, smart, geeky, sassy, foul-mouthed, horny, creative, witchy, wild and off-the-wall as I could be, but when I was sad or overwhelmed by life, when I wasn’t strong, when I made mistakes, they were there for me then, too. Only now, twenty-five years later, do I know how very rare a gift that is.
This mixtape embraces the music of its time. I abandoned the songs that repeated over and over in past tapes while I lived fully in the present. Even the older songs here were new to me in the ’90s.
Life in 1996 was a series of small adventures. I spent the first day of the year in Tijuana, Mexico, with friends. We had a pool in my housing complex and I swam frequently. I went to drive-in movies, to a friend’s softball games, and off-roading in pickup trucks. I worked as a nude model and my backside hung on the wall of a local art gallery. I covered my fence in pinwheels.
Almost every night after work, we’d eat jalapeno poppers at a roadside diner, or grab chocolate-dipped ice cream cones at a walk-up shake shack, and laugh until the sun went down over the sagebrush. I gave tarot readings in the local comic book shop and learned to play Magic the Gathering. I drove my editor’s red Mazda Miata covered in Christmas lights down Adobe Road in the holiday parade.

Merlin in 2009 with kitten Zoe
I adopted a cat from a neighbor who didn’t want him. His meow sounded oddly like “murrrr-in!” so I named him Merlin. I had him for fifteen years and he was the sweetest most wonderful cat in the world.
I also met Rob, a rivet head with a birthday on Halloween. He looked and sounded like a young Captain Picard, with the suave street-smarts of Hancock from Fallout 4, and the intelligence and wisdom of both. They called him “the golden voice of MCAGCC” because he would emcee many of the base’s formal events.
We moved in together the following year.
~ J.L. Hilton
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