Sunday, December 28, 2003

ka-blam! For some reason I find this picture extremely funny.  I pulled it off of myspace.com.  I have no idea what its origin is. 11:56:12 PM    comment []

zombie This is the zombie that invited me to join myspace. 10:03:39 PM    comment []

i'm amazed I just discovered two meeting people sites: friendster.com and myspace.com.  I'm amazed at how much more interesting the people are and how much hotter the girls are than match.com.  Match.com women tend to be kind of ordinary and dull, as in their idea of a wild night is a daquiri at Bennigan's.  The women on these other sites are much more prone to Betty Page haircuts and fish net stockings and doing hip, "underground stuff". . I was invited to join myspace by some dude that dresses up like a zombie and says he eats people's brains.  I have no idea who he is, and yet he says he's read my book.  Strange. 10:01:06 PM    comment []

cyber ghoul Somewhere in New York there is a dude named Rodney.  I know this because I just called him on the phone. I called him on the phone because I started to get kind of creeped out sitting at my computer.  Not long after I did the post about the Satanic pact with Flipper, I felt a sudden pain in my chest.  Then I was taken by a rather creepy paranoid thought.  What if deep within the wilderness of cyberspace there is a sinister being who can tap directly into your body and mind and soul through the web.   Through his unimaginably advanced technology this cyber ghoul can manipulate your thoughts and alter your body chemsitry.  If he wanted to, he could kill you instantly.  I don't really believe this but...anyway I got the eevie jeevies and decided to call Rodney.  I forgot he was going to New York for New Year's eve. "Yeah, I'm walkin through times square right now," he said.  "I'm pretty hungover.  Me and Steve were drinkin' till 4am.  Steve even pissed on the subway." This was just the kind of ordinary nonsense I needed to hear. Then Rodney sent me this picutre from his camera phone. 3:57:22 PM    comment []

the mysterioius dark figure I went to an afterhour's party at this girl tracy's house.  For some reason there was no heat and it was dark and chilly.  Pretty soon, somebody put some ice berg lettuce in a pipe and everybody was smoking it. I started tuning in on some of the things that Tracy (pictured right) was saying.  The only way I can describe her ideas and trains of thought is:absolutely insane.  She was earnestly ranting and raving about vortexes and vibrations and things from other dimentions and all of it had kind of a creepy paranoid edge to it.  I really wish I could remember some of the specifics, but it was really, really out there. One specific I do remember was Tracy talking about the "mysterious dark figure." "What's this about a dark figure?" I said. "It was there!  Right outside my door.  I looked through the peephole and there was just this dark figure standing in front of my door." This put a creepy, chilling image in my head.  I could imagine the fisheyed view of the peep hole with a dark human silhoutte in the center. "Are you sure?" I said. "You saw it, Drew!"  Tracy said turning to a friend for a testimonial.  "Drew saw it too.  He saw it go walking in front of the window." 3:29:14 PM    comment []

flipper and the satanic pact This is Mike, aka Flipper.  I met him about ten years ago when I used to lust after his girlfriend.  Then he was a climber for a while when I had my own tree service. Anyway, a few months back a small group of us, including Flipper went over to John Vitale's place to paint and hangout while we enjoyed the effects of tic tacs and skittles.  Everyone was painting goofy pictures and having a good time, but I guess the tic tacs or the skittles messed Flipper's head up a little bit.  He kept painting on other people's paintings and even trying to paint other people's faces. John had to pull Flipper aside and say, "come on now you're breakin' all the rules."  Then it got a little tense because Flipper thougt everyone was ganging up on him or something.  Finally the tic-tac party broke up and I drove Flipper home. "What exactly happened tonight?" Flipper asked me on the way back to his place.  "Did I enter into a Satanic pact with you guys?" "Satanic pact?" I said. "Yeah, I mean what was up with that big pentagram on the floor?" I tried to assure Flipper that there was no pentagram on the floor and there was no satanic pact.  Flipper, however remained very concerned and skeptical. For the next couple of months whenever I saw Flipper he would ask me about the satanic pact. "You can level with me, Mark.  I just want to know.  Did we enter into a satanic pact or not?" 2:06:21 PM    comment []

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