Wednesday, April 4, 2007

Richard Rader of JWT is having an affair

Before you ask "WTF!?":

While walking home tonight I found this letter lying on the ground. I'm a curious bastard so of course I stopped, picked it up and glanced over it. I read the first paragraph:

"And do not, under any circumstances, worry about leaving Brian behind. He will go on and find some nice, plain, ask-no-questions girl to suit his simple needs. You have something much more interesting in store for you. You've already given him enough. Leave him behind with a warm kiss, and a smile and hope you will always be friends. That's all."


Now you can start with the "WTF". What made it creepy was right as I found this letter Another Version Of The Truth started playing on my psp. Isn't it a full moon tonight?

The letter goes on to explain the woman's current situation. She's apparently trying to find a new job in advertising.
"I've hit all the agencies out here from very large to very small. And the funny thing is, I've finally decided I really don't want to go back to work for an agency. Maybe it's my age creeping up on me. Yikes, it's not easy to look at turning the big 4-0. But I finally realized I'm just not happy doing that. And if you're not happy doing what you do all day, you have to change it."


Midlife crisis material, victim of downsizing; both and neither could apply. Fairly mundane descriptions follow of her interview at MCI and at a shopping mall as Director of Marketing. It's owned by a fairly large privately-held company so advancement opportunity is there.

Yawn. Some of you may have clicked back by now. "Who the fuck is Dick Rader!?" I can hear you asking the monitor. Well...

Having gotten a good nites sleep, my typing should improve?

Let's see, my love life has improved since I wrote last. (tho my typing hasn't) I told you about Dick Rader at JWT. Well, I've had two dates with him which I have to tell you about. First of all I should mention this went on while his wife was away with her sister, contemplating the merrits of their marriage, which Dick had indicated was heading for divorce court."


Oh, snap.


"This 1st Saturday we doubled with his good friend Jerry. He's also from Chicago, so we got along great. His date Lynn, however, was a different story. She was soooooo trashy, I couldn't believe it, and the more I drank (which was a considerable amount), the harder it was to be nice to her. At one point, Dick did ask me to be nice, pointing out that some men like their dates to be trashy, hmm.."


It goes on to congratulate an unknown someone for their trip to "the Islands" and that whomever it's address to, is leaving "Brian" soon. The letter is signed (in blue handwritten ink) "Love, Mary".

So Mary; shame on you. Next time buy a paper shredder before some random, overly curious soul finds your dirty laundry and posts it on the internet for all to see. If anyone wants I can take a picture of the letter if you're curious.
Why did I post this? Hell I'm not sure myself, it seemed good for a laugh at the time. It's not that hard to read someone else's email but how often do you get the chance to do it to snail mail?

Sunday, April 1, 2007

The Road To Hell is Paved with Good Intentions

This happened two nights ago (Thursday) and it's had me laughing ever since it happened.

A friend and I were making a trip to the 7-11 down the street to grab something to eat and drink. Next to this 7-11 is a strip club/bar. This little fact is important.
Adam (my friend) and I pulled up in the 7-11 parking lot and as soon as we got out of the car and started to walk inside, another car pulls up behind us and the driver asks if we can step over for a moment. We're two fairly cocky 20somethings so we're not worried about him trying to pull anything.

It turns out that the man driving the car had his entire family with him, and tells us the story of how he lost his drywall job and had to sell all of his tools, etc just to get enough money so his family can get home. He never said where "home" was only implied it was still one hell of a journey to go.
After telling us his story (and breaking down crying in the process, no shit) he asks if we have any change to spare so he can put gas in the car and "Get them home". I only had about $3 in change on me and Adam even less; downside of using debit cards almost exclusively. I counted out the change I had while Adam scoured his car for anything he might have. After we gave him the change he hits us with another question:
Apparently they must have been on the road for awhile and haven't eaten in awhile, because he asked if we could buy his kids (remember, whole family in the car) in the backseat a bag of Fritos (product placement?) since they "haven't had anything to eat in a week". We agreed and went inside of 7-11 to get what we wanted and his kids something to munch on. Adam grabbed the little 99 cent bag at first but then realized that wasn't shit, threw it down and got the big bag, finished before I did and went outside with the bag of chips.

A few minutes later I return to the car and we start joking about how weird the situation was at first and how it kinda looked like a drug deal. Then reality sets in and we start to feel really badly for this random guy and his family down on their luck, that we live in the fucking united states of America and things like this still happen.

We leave the 7-11 and start driving in the direction of his house when we notice a car pulled over by police a few parking lots down from the 7-11.

"Hey, is that the guy from 7-11?" Adam asked me, not being able to look as he was driving.
"I don't think so...nah that's not them. No way" I replied, having not paid enough attention to the man's car in the first place to really make the call.

We shrug it off and continue the rest of the 1/2 mile or so to his house from the 7-11. As we're parking what do we see lighting up the entire area (this was around 10pm) but a Virginia Beach Police squadcar. Adam and I immediately start laughing our asses off.

The first officer walks over to the driver's side, and asks Adam to step outside of the car for a moment. Before he closes the door I hear the cop ask Adam "do you know why we pulled you over" and "we were watching you and it looked like a drug deal".

A drug deal. We try and help out a family in need and the cops think we're doing A FUCKING DRUG DEAL. They looked at the situation and my friend and I, Adam being surfer-guy and myself looking like I just walked out of the 60s with hair down to my ass and a goatee thick enough to host a family of sparrows for the winter and just assumed it was about drugs.

A few minutes later his partner comes over to the passenger side, asking me to step out of the car so we could have a talk. No problem here; I love talking to cops. I know my rights, the local laws and a good part of the Commonwealth's laws (We're in Virginia, it's not a state. Yea.) so I always have fun talking with cops. They can't pull shit past me.

Anyway: officer #2 asks me if I knew why they stopped us.
"Well I overheard the other officer saying that it looked like a drug deal," I replied to the second officer with a laugh, "and to be honest it kinda did. Kudos to you guys for being on the ball like that".
"You're right," the officer replied, "it looked like you two made a deal in plain view. We've had the bar under surveillance for awhile now as we've had problems with this lately. We saw you talking with the car and make an exchange. Why were you talking with that car?"
I relate the story to the officer, of the man's sob story, of him having to sell his tools, unable to feed his family, etc.
"So all you did was buy him a bag of chips and give him some change?" the officer asked me. To be honest it did kinda sound like a bullshit story.
"That's right officer. We just felt damned bad for the man, that kind of thing just breaks your heart. Especially when he has his damn kids in the car, ya know?"

Here's where I got a laugh. The next thing I know he's putting his flashlight in his holster and starts moving closer to me.
"I'm going to go ahead and search you now, ok?"
"Excuse me?" I asked him, "Can you repeat that I didn't hear you quite clearly."
"I'm going to go ahead and search you now, ok?"
"No."
"No?" he asked me, obviously looking surprised I refused the search.
"No. I would like to retain my 4th amendment right and refuse your request for a search."
"You're refusing the search. You do realize that this looks very suspicious and casts you in a bad light"
"Right. I fully realize this. I would just like to retain my 4th amendment right and not allow your request of a search. You see officer I'm a registered Libertarian and it's the principle of the thing. It's a purely political thing."
"Purely political." replied the officer. Notice how he just kept repeating back what I said to him?
"Right, it's political. One of those 'use `em or lose `em' type deals."

After a few seconds he looks at me, and starts flipping through a small notepad he had taken out.
"I don't even have to show you my ID, but I will just to make things go a bit more smoothly." I said, feeling pretty damn cocky at this point.
"Well you didn't before but now you do." he replied. Uh oh, damn cop got me on a bit of the law I should have known. Flipside to refusing a search; you HAVE to show ID. Damn Virginia. I gave him my ID and relevant information when he said the funniest thing of the night: "We could go down to court and argue about this for hours, but for now we'll just let it slide in that grey area."

Grey area. The 4th Amendment. My. White. Honkey. Ass.

After that we started chatting for a few once they realize we were telling the truth; it helped Adam still had the receipt for the bag of chips. Adam let the first officer search him, even though he shouldn't have but that's another rant. We finished up with their questions, we all had a good laugh over the confusion and the cops went on their way.

Adam and I still haven't stopped laughing about this. What burns me about the entire situation is we got pulled over and accused of a drug deal for trying to help someone out that is down on their luck. A random soul asked for help and we're accused of being criminals.

Moral of the story: The road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Myspace Will Censor You

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Let me start off by saying we love all of our friends and fans that we've made through Myspace.

But sometimes Myspace the company does some gross stuff that violates the spirit it was created under and the values of the Internet itself.

Over the last few months there has been a lot of debate over Net Neutrality, which basically boils down to one company blocking access to to another companies servers in order to gain a business advantage. This debate has usually focused on the companies that charge for bandwidth like AT&T, but recently Myspace has pioneered a new form -- blocking sites that users link to in their bulletins and profiles.

Right now if you link to anything at a site like "http://revver . com" (remove the spaces) Myspace will delete the link. Try it. That sucks right?

Revver is not the only site. There are dozens of smaller video and photo sharing sites that they are doing this to.

Why should you care?

Ask A Ninja was created because we were in control of where we posted the videos. That's a big deal because if we're forced to put them on MySpace video then FOX could take the episodes and make money off of them without paying Douglas or me anything. Which isn't fair and takes away the incentive to create cool shows for you to watch.

Why is this against Net Neutrality? Because videos from Myspace Video and Youtube are not effected. It's only these smaller, more innovative companies that haven't been sold for billions of dollars.

Here's what you can do:

Copy this bulletin. Repost it. Blog about it. Make Tom put up a little fix it bulletin saying he's sorry.

Once you've reposted this, send a message to Tom (http://myspace.com/tomanderson) like this (or even better, write your own):

I'm sending this message to request that MySpace stop blocking videos from sites like Revver. Choosing the video-sharing service that is right for me is very important and is why you built Myspace. What I like most about MySpace is that I can generally do what I want here. I like that Myspace is a relatively open platform where I can communicate with my friends (and promote my stuff) in all sorts of ways. I feel good about sharing videos from Revver because I know they respect copyright and look out for independent artists. Please bring back Revver!



Civilian Volunteer Service Reserve Act and the Posse Comitatus Act

If you watched the State of the Union Address last night you may have heard this bit towards the end from Pres. Bush. Pay attention to the underlined portions:


"A second task we can take on together is to design and establish a volunteer Civilian Reserve Corps. Such a corps would function much like our military reserve. It would ease the burden on the Armed Forces by allowing us to hire civilians with critical skills to serve on missions abroad when America needs them. And it would give people across America who do not wear the uniform a chance to serve in the defining struggle of our time."


After some digging I've found part of the act Pres. Bush was speaking of. Pay attention to the date this was posted to the House:

IN THE HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES

May 26, 2005

Mr. RANGEL introduced the following bill; which was referred to the Committee on Transportation and Infrastructure

A BILL

To establish a national Civilian Volunteer Service Reserve program, a national volunteer service corps ready for service in response to domestic or international emergencies.

Be it enacted by the Senate and House of Representatives of the United States of America in Congress assembled,

SECTION 1. SHORT TITLE.

This Act may be cited as the `Civilian Volunteer Service Reserve Act'.

SEC. 2. FINDINGS.

Congress finds the following:

(1) The changing threats and issues that face the Nation require a new and innovative approach to mobilizing the citizenry in times of need.

(2) The Civilian Volunteer Service Reserve program offers a flexible approach to the needs of specific crises, such as natural disasters, incidents of terrorism, or other emergencies at home or abroad.

(3) Citizenship entails responsibilities as well as rights. The Civilian Volunteer Service Reserve program will challenge all Americans to sacrifice for their country.

(4) The Civilian Volunteer Service Reserve program will make it possible to draw on the vast array of skills and the ingenuity of ordinary Americans in times of need.

SEC. 3. ESTABLISHMENT.

The Secretary of Homeland Security shall establish the Civilian Volunteer Service Reserve (referred to in this Act as the `Civilian Reserve'), a national volunteer service corps ready for service in response to domestic or international emergencies, or other circumstances determined by the President pursuant to section 6.


In a nutshell what Bush spoke of is the creation of a mercenary army that DO NOT abide by the established rules for the Military. You get a set of untrained (or barely trained) civilians to wreak havoc, thus bypassing the Geneva convention, and causing "terror" among the Persians, and later, among the Arabs. Bush can't legally take responsibility, as he isn't commanding an army, but just allowing "citizens" to do whatever "is necessary." I hate to use a TV show as a worse-case scenario but if you've been watching the show Jericho lately that is the exact situation we're headed towards. Which leads me to the Posse Comitatus Act.

For those that don't know about this little obscure law (shame on you) you can find the full text of the act at this link. The Posse Comitatus Act at it's core is designed to prevent the Federal government from using Federal troops as a police force. This is why Military Police only have jurisdiction over Military personnel and will never pull our civilian butts over for speeding, running a red light and so on.

There are a number of situations in which the Act does not apply. These include:


However with the creation of a "civilian service reserve" a loophole is created making Posse Comitatus moot. Following the letter of the law the Federal government cannot send Federal troops into civilian situations; a Civilian Service Reserve bypasses this entirely. Since they are classified as "civilian volunteers" they are not considered Federal troops and as a result are not held accountable by Posse Comitatus. It's easy to see where the path leads from there.

Mercenary troops answerable only to the monied or corporations with little to no accountability under the law.


Good night and good luck.

Obama Takes On FOX News

Yes, another post about Sen. Obama. This is the first Presidental candidate that seems to not only have a good head on his shoulders but actually cares. That being said:

Via this page (Click)

OBAMA TAKES ON FOX NEWS. If this is a sign of how Barack Obama intends to deal with the right-wing media during his Presidential campaign, then I'm all for it.

Obama is aggressively going after Fox News today for pushing that smear-job report claiming that he went to an Islamic "madrassa" school as a child. The report has already been completely debunked by CNN, but Obama isn't letting up. The Senator's office has just emailed out a blistering memo targeting Fox that says the following:

In the past week, many of you have read a now thoroughly-debunked story by Insight Magazine, owned by the Washington Times, which cites unnamed sources close to a political campaign that claim Senator Obama was enrolled for "at least four years" in an Indonesian "Madrassa". The article says the "sources" believe the Madrassa was "espousing Wahhabism," a form of radical Islam.

Insight Magazine published these allegations without a single named source, and without doing any independent reporting to confirm or deny the allegations. Fox News quickly parroted the charges, and Fox and Friends host Steve Doocy went so far as to ask, "Why didn't anybody ever mention that that man right there was raised — spent the first decade of his life, raised by his Muslim father — as a Muslim and was educated in a Madrassa?"

All of the claims about Senator Obama raised in the Insight Magazine piece were thoroughly debunked by CNN, which, instead of relying on unnamed sources, sent a reporter to Obama's former school in Jakarta to check the facts.

If Doocy or the staff at Fox and Friends had taken [time] to check their facts, or simply made a call to his office, they would have learned that Senator Obama was not educated in a Madrassa, was not raised as a Muslim, and was not raised by his father – an atheist Obama met once in his life before he died.

Later in the day, Fox News host John Gibson again discussed the Insight Magazine story without any attempt to independently confirm the charges.

All of the claims about Senator Obama's faith and education raised in the Insight Magazine story and repeated on Fox News are false. Senator Obama was raised in a secular household in Indonesia by his stepfather and mother. Obama's stepfather worked for a U.S. oil company, and sent his stepson to two years of Catholic school, as well as two years of public school. As Obama described it, "Without the money to go to the international school that most expatriate children attended, I went to local Indonesian schools and ran the streets with the children of farmers, servants, tailors, and clerks." [The Audacity of Hope, p. 274]

To be clear, Senator Obama has never been a Muslim, was not raised a Muslim, and is a committed Christian who attends the United Church of Christ in Chicago. Furthermore, the Indonesian school Obama attended in Jakarta is a public school that is not and never has been a Madrassa.

These malicious, irresponsible charges are precisely the kind of politics the American people have grown tired of, and that Senator Obama is trying to change by focusing on bringing people together to solve our common problems.

This is exactly the right thing to do: Take these guys on very aggressively, and above all, single out by name the people who are lying about you. Wrap their lies around their necks.

Let's hope we see lots more of this.



Facts and Falsehoods about Barack Obama

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Lie: The Clinton Campaign leaked information about Barack Obama.

Truth: Barack Obama's attendance at a Muslim elementary school in Indonesia was discussed in his autobiography, "Dreams from My Father". It was originally published in 1995. From his book, page 142:

In Indonesia, I'd spent 2 years at a Muslim school, 2 years at a Catholic school. In the Muslim school, the teacher wrote to tell mother I made faces during Koranic studies. In the Catholic school, when it came time to pray, I'd pretend to close my eyes, then peek around the room. Nothing happened. No angels descended.


Lie: Barack Obama attended a radical Muslim school, where he was taught Wahhabism.

Truth: Obama attended a Muslim elementary school largely because he couldn't afford to go to an American school. He was not taught Wahhabism, or any form of radical Islam. From his second book, "The Audacity of Hope" page 274:

Without the money to go to the international school that most expatriate children attended, I went to local Indonesian schools and ran the streets with the children of farmers, servants, tailors, and clerks.

Lie: Barack Obama attended a Muslim school for four years.

Truth: Obama attended a Muslim school for two years, later attending a Catholic school.

Lie: A madrassa is any school that teaches radical Islam.

Truth: Madrassa is the Arabic word for school. English speaking Schools in Arabic speaking countries that serve the children of American service men and women are also called Madrassas.

Lie: Obama's father raised him as a radical Muslim.

Truth: Obama, in his autobiography written in 1995, describes both his biological father Barack Obama Sr. and his stepfather, Lolo Soetoro, as born Muslim, but atheist or agnostic by choice.

Lie: Barack Obama is a Muslim.

Truth: Barack Obama is a member of the United Church of Christ.

Lie: Barack Obama is a Muslim who converted to Christianity in order to seek public office.

Truth: Barack Obama has been a member of the United Church of Christ since 1988, well before he sought public office.

Lie: Barack Obama is sympathetic to radical Islam.

Truth: Barack Obama will kick Osama bin Laden's ass. He said so himself:

You want a fight, President Bush? Let's finish the fight with Bin Laden and al-Qaeda, through effective, coordinated intelligence, and a shutting down of the financial networks that support terrorism, and a homeland security program that involves more than color-coded warnings.

Lie: Barack Obama's real name is Hussein.

Truth: Barack Obama's middle name is Hussein. For the absurdity of judging people on their middle names, read this.

Lie: Barack Obama willingly chose to study radical Islam as an adult in Indonesia.

Truth: Obama attended a Muslim school between the ages of 6 and 8, so he likely had no choice as to which school to attend. Furthermore, as stated above, the school he attended did not teach radical Islam or Wahabbism.


That's it. Go Forth.

Thanks to Media Matters and Thinkprogress for various info.

Sleep

It comes like a flood to drown my horizontal mind.
Images, words, thoughts and ideas not ready to be denied
Places to see, worlds to create
So much more beneath the surface my subconscious wants to demonstrate.
Transition comes but you never know when. Its the Hour of the Wolf, beast pacing inside the pen.

Dreams become form without my persuasion, Morpheus coming for swift administration

Concentrate on the words that form for quick inscription come the 'morn.
Hold on to the moment; mark the time. No matter how hard you try moments of transition move on by. We know the destination and the origin but not the time.

Morning comes and all has been wiped away. Marker intact but substance gone. Pages flip and disappear from the line; marker still in place but only marking it's own time.

Pointless.

The Road Less Traveled

I built a road in a clearing in the forest that has no access from other roads. That road remains un-driven upon because there is no way for cars or people to get there. If I build a house on that road, then I can still expect there to be no traffic since there is no access. All the trees in the forest that block views would need to be cut down to get access. Imagine my surprise when I got up, walked to the front door, and noticed a car on the road.

It has been a long held belief of mine in walling off unrecognizable and unrealizable ideas. If they are all located on this walled off street then there is no chance of accessing them. People may occasionally assume the street is behind the trees, but they will never know. All the same, these ideas remain on the street in their homes just stuck to ferment and bounce off each other.

Eventually these ideas get bored and old led to simply fade away. Occasionally they mate with other ideas to create a new home much greater. Still, it is a small existence.

It just so happens that my assumptions were wrong. At night when I sleep, my mind roams around and the trees start to separate. The ideas notice these spaces and separations. People get to see these spaces and catch a glimpse of what is really going on. Still even more, sometimes the ideas slip out to go roaming off in the ears and minds of those capable of listening to them. They spread hopes and fears along with pain and grief. It isnt intended for them to get out. They are kept on that street just so they will not get out or nobody will get in.

One of these ideas got out in the night. The trees betrayed their purposes and let it be known the real truth of the street. Suddenly everyone started wondering why this street is held back. Where does it go and what is it named? What purpose does it have in going no place? Then as people start finding out more about the street, whether truthful or not, they decide they must know what ideas live there.

Suddenly the place that nobody needed to think about or know about becomes the place that everybody needed to know about. Still people do not accept the real truth. These ideas were held back because they were unthinkable. It was a service for the better of all to keep them hidden. Why cant that be enough? Why is it against humanity that so secrets must always remain a secret and by their existence does not mean harm or pain?

This idea that betrayed the street and the trees that helped must suffer. They must be tortured and eventually forgotten until they no longer exist. After all, you cant keep a secret with something so known by many. A secret that everyone knows is only a secret in that nobody knows exactly what you know.

This morning I was greeted. How are you today? You could see by my surprise and guilt that the ideas were out and there was nothing to fix them. We pretended that the secret was unknown, but it is known. It is out. And the street is now populated by others. The best solution would be to pack up and go to a new place, but how can you create a place again and ever get to it?

It is all lost. The street now has more people on it. The trees step aside for anyone. Why shouldnt they though? A secret place that is not a secret anymore loses its intrigue and excitement.

There is only one solution. Never Sleep Again

Meshuggah - Catch Thirty Three - The Movie

That's right boys and girls! I've already done "I" and now it's time for Catch 33. It's a Meshuggah thing.


Autonomy lost

0:00 - 0:33
Exterior shot of a gleaming metallic spacecraft, currently in orbit around the Moon. Camera slowly moves around the craft from all angles, starting from the surface of the moon itself. No signs of life or activity are visible, just the seamless perfection of the craft's skin and the reflection of Earth.
0:33 - 1:05
A section of the exterior wall slowly opens up to reveal a smaller version of the craft itself gliding forward from it's resting place, a pale blue light being cast out from the craft's cockpit. As the camera moves closer to the smaller ship we see Jens at the controls.
1:06 - 1:40
Barking out lyrics and manipulating controls Jens brings the craft to life and flies out of the hole in the ship. Upon his exit the ships doors close behind him.

Imprint of the un-saved

0:00 - 0:31
Interior shots of the smaller craft, with an intial close-up of Jens. Closeup reveals a bright blue glow eminating from his eyes, the source of the initial glow from the cockpit. Not the controls or consoles. The ships starts it's course towards its destination; the planet earth. In the same interior shot the planet earth is show getting larger through the cockpit "glass".
0:31 - 1:04
The craft comes close enough to earth to make out clouds, land, water, all the feature of the planet earth itself. Flying close to a human satilite Jens watches various footage from earth-based TV broadcasts.
1:04 - 1:36
More interior shots. Disenchanted with what he's witnessed on the monitors Jens enters the earths atmosphere in a fireball, intent on finding out the cause of this planets de-evolution...

Disenchantment
0:00 - 0:31
Flying low over the Nevada (chase camera of the ship) desert Jens continues his scouting mission, passing over active nuclear test ranges, narrowly becoming a target himself but not without taking damage in the blast.
0:31 - 1:11
His ship damaged by the nearby explosions Jens attempts a crash landing, broadcasting an SOS back to his original ship. Crash-landing in the middle of what looks like a military base, Jens and his ship are swarmed by US military personel who promptly assume his is a danger, destroying his ship and taking Jens hostage.
1:11 - 1:44
Jens is taken belowground into a laboratory. Upon gazing onto his glowing blue eyes Jens is immediatly strapped to a table and moved to a surgery ward. Masked doctors begin cutting into Jens only to find that his wounds heal within seconds. The scientists wheel Jens out of the operating theatre and into another dimly lit laboratory, where he is thrown into a tank of a strange green fluid.

The Paradoxical Spiral
0:00 - 0:31
Trapped floating inside of the tank of green fluid, government scientists begin experimenting on their newfound toy. Mechanical arms appear from the bottom of the tank, attaching themselves to Jens' body.
0:31 - 1:36
Blood samples are taken, one of Jens' arms is removed and they attach electrodes to his brain. Jeans begins screaming at the scientists and others gathered around the tank to study him, causing the green fluid around him to ripple and distort with each word spoken. The scientists, encouraged by his screams of pain and rage, begin more intrusive experiments upon his body.
1:36 - 3:11
Jens continues screaming at the scientists with a greater and greater amount of rage, anger and fear. The tank fills with bubbles; not from oxygen being fed into his tank but from the disruption of the fluid by Jens voice. Whatever the scientists have put him into is changing him, and he knows it.

Re-Inanimate
0:00 - 1:04
The glow is Jens eyes is beginning to fade and he starts to dim, his body visibly reflecting less light than it was before. His remaining arm and eyes begin to and eventually fall completely. All life and power contained inside of his body is slowly being drained away by the machinations of the government scientists. Jens is dying.

Entrapment
0:00 - 0:32 In surge of his remaining strength and life, Jens begins to beat upon the glass of the tank he now finds that is slowly killing him. Trying to escape, trying to plead with the scientists, trying to live before what is left of him is forever removed and destroyed.
0:32 - 1:36
Extreme camera pull-back, to the ship still orbiting the moon. A bright blue glow begins to be cast out from the ship itself, a low droning noise signaling to the universe that it has Awaken. The shape of the ship itself begins to shift and change, no longer sleek smooth and metallic; now covered in jagged edges, jutting spikes and jet-black in color. Invisible in the darkness of space.
1:36 - 2:29
The ships engines begin to glow, sending the ship to its destination; Earth.

Mind's Mirrors
0:00 - 1:35
Jens fellow crewmates have by now received his distress call and witness what happened to their comrade. Through his own eyes. They feel the experience of having their arm removed various pieces of machinery forcibly injected into their flesh and their very mind placed under siege. Jens is going mad and they know it.
1:36 - 3:42
Looking at each other they feel nothing but sadness and loss. Why would the inhabitants of this planet do such a thing? Jens was on a peaceful exploration mission and nothing more; they were looking for answers. The blue glow, present in all of their eyes, begins to fade from the bright brilliant hue that it once possessed; fading away until their eyes are pitch black. No light reflects from their now ebony eyes. Looking at each other without a word said, they know what must be done.
3:42 - 4:29
Tomas screams out in pain, violently striking the console they were watching Jens descent from. Silently walking over to a nearby blinking console, Tomas turns to his shipmates and simply nods. They have to save their friend.

In death – Is life

0:00 - 1:31
The room Jens is contained in starts to violently shake and shudder. Sparks fly from computer terminals and the tank that Jens is contained in cracks and begins to leak. They have arrived. Jens senses this and with his last ounce of strength, strikes and screams at the tank hoping to free himself and rejoin with the friends that at this very moment are attempting to save him.
Flash to the others
1:36 - 2:01
Tomas, Fredrik and Marten appear in the middle of the military base that Jens is being held deep inside. The entire base mobilizes to combat this alien threat unaware of what they are truly about to face.

In death – Is death
0:00 - 2:14
Marten and Fredrik begin sending whips of energy towards the approaching soldiers with their guitars, cutting them into pieces with the soundwaves produced. Tomas' legs open up to reveal what looks like a pneumatic press in each leg, sending massive shockwaves through the interior of the base. Several rooms collapse under the earthquake-force shockwaves, burying more than half of the base personel alive.
2:14 - 3:53
Tomas, Fredrik and Marten cut through the few remaining soliders with little effort. The soilders fight valiantly but are no match to the three invaders. Fredrik begins distorting the local reality itself, causing the soilders to contort and literally fall apart on the cellular level. Marten has stopped using his sonic arsenal in favor of simply ripping apart the humans with his bare hands while Tomas is in the stages of causing the fault-lines below the base to shift, resulting in a powerful earthquake.
3:53 - 5:57
With most of the base personel now dead, they turn their attention to destroying the base itself. Destroying lab equipment, computers, records of previous experiments and encounters. While on their path of destruction Marten comes across the bases' nuclear reactor and with the help of his guitar, cuts it in half starting a nuclear meltdown.
5:57 - 7:06
Their mission now partially complete, Tomas, Fredrik and Marten make their way through the destroyed and crumbling remains of the underground military base, destroying every bit of evidence of humanity along the way, to the lab where Jens is being held. Finding a massive blast door they focus all their energy upon it, causing it to liquefy and boil away into nothingness. Then they find Jens...
7:06 - 9:44
None of the raw destruction or chaos that marked their path to this point could have prepared them for this moment. The tank that once held both Jens and the green fluid had ruptured during the battle, sending its contents into the small lab. They find Jens lying on the floor, missing an arm, covered in strange machinery and as far as they know; dead. Defeated and full of loss they rush to their fallen friends side to spend one last moment with him.
But Jens isn't dead.
9:44 - 12:12
Caused either by the unknown chemical inside of the tank, the constant experiments or a combination of them all Jens is no longer the same person they knew. The bright blue glow in his eyes replaced by a dark green light. They step closer to him and Jens head shoots up, eyes ablaze with hate for what he has now become. In a fury of insanity and rage Jens reaches out to his friends and ensnares them, forming a partially organic, partially mechanical shell around them all. For a moment there is silence...
12:12 - 13:22
In the darkness of the lab, electricity begins to arc along the edges of the cocoon, causing it to pulsate...
fade to black

Shed
0:00 - 0:45
Exterior shot of the smoking remains of the base
A large majority of the US military is now surrounding the remains of the military base that captured Jens. Without warning a massive scream erupts in the minds of the soldiers around the base and the base itself explodes in a massive fireball causing the soliders to run for cover.
0:45 - 2:02
Meshuggah appears from the remains of the base, similar to what they were before but only in shape. The bright blue glow they all had is now gone; all sharing the same dark, green light that was inflicted upon Jens without mercy. Merged with both each other and the machinery inside of the base they have become something more; engines of destruction, agents of entropy.
2:02 - 3:19
The soliders, under order to attack anything that comes out of that smoking hole, open fire upon Meshuggah to no effect. All bullets, mortar rounds, rockets and grenades simply "stop" when they get close enough to the group. The soliders, tanks and every piece of equipment begin to glow themselves with the same eerie green that now emanates from Meshuggah's eyes, being lifted upward until the force of gravity causes them to collapse upon themselves.
3:19 - 3:34
The entire area is consumed by the same green light that destroyed most of the soliders and now holds the minds of the group firmly in its grasp. Nothing remains but a crater.

Personae non gratae
0:00 - 0:46
Military jets appear in the sky and begin to make bombing runs on the group, to no effect. More aircraft appears, firing missiles, machine guns and everything the US military can muster against them. To no effect.
0:46 - 1:47
Working together, Meshuggah combines their sonic abilities to form a literal wall of sound, causing the jets to crash into each other, the ground and the wall itself that now surrounds the group.

Dehumanization

0:00 - 0:31
Blackness, with only the sound of Jens screaming piercing the darkness. A sliver of light appears and begins to widen, revealing the darkness to be inside the bomb-bay of an unknown military craft.
0:31 - 1:24
The bomber releases what is now shown to be a cruise missile, which begins flying towards the remains of the military base and the group. Flying through the air faster than sound, with only a small air contrail behind it to show where it has come from. What aircraft and soliders remaining in the area are shown to be running, trying to escape what they know is incoming...
1:24 - 1:39
Meshuggah has noticed the missile incoming by now and begin to prepare. Tomas begins pounding the ground, Fredrik and Marten taking opposite positions on either side of Tomas. Jens just stands in front of them all, not moving. Ready.
1:39 - 2:09 Now able to see the missile itself and not just the trail, the missile makes impact with a nuclear explosion. Debris is sent flying away from the explosion, the ground scarred by its blast, shadows burned into the landscape forever.
2:09 - 2:55
A Closeup shot of the nuclear impact reveals Jens screaming at the sky with Tomas, Fredrik and Marten playing at the same time, forming a shield around them in green. With every increased scream, ground impact or guitar tone the explosion begins to change, no longer the bright red and yellow of the nuclear blast but becoming green. The same shade that now makes a home in their minds and eyes. The explosion expands beyond its original blast radius, igniting the atmosphere itself and sending a burning wave of destruction across the face of the earth.

Sum
0:00 - 1:10
The wave continues to make its way across the planet, boiling the oceans and disintegrating the entire landscape of the once lush planet earth. Until all that remains is Meshuggah.
1:10 - 2:05
Standing in the crater of their own creation, they collapse. It's now they realize that whatever had infected them was gone, purged by the explosive release of energy from within the nuclear blast. Even Jens has recovered his removed arm now intact. They look around the burned landscape of what remains of earth and realizing what they had done
2:05 - 2:39
Unable to justify what they had done, not capable of living with themselves after destroying an entire planet they did the only thing that felt right. With a single tear Jens lets out the last scream of his life, reducing Tomas, Fredrik, Marten and himself to ashes. Blown away by the nuclear winds of their own creation.

2:39 - end
Flash back to their ship. A single screen is on, showing Fredrik's face. Scrolling down the screen like text are soundwaves; the ships log. The record of Jens original scouting mission, his crash and capture and the resulting rescue mission. Scenes of the battle and genocide at their hands follow, recorded unblinkingly by the ships computers. Their death and their own hands.

Ships log complete the screen powers down and the ship itself turns towards deep space, to return to wherever it was the ship came from, to tell the tale of humanity and what they had caused. To tell the tale of it's lost crew...


Opinions?

Run

Run run run, just as fast as you can
Don't trip
Don't fall
They're hot on your tail for what you did to them all
There's no escape, there's no use hiding
So run like the wind before your fate becomes binding
You've got chance to get it right before the end
Before the only path you have is destined to descend

The Cosmic Race

Come my quarks, listen close while you rest
I'll share the story of how the forces of the Universe found out who is the best.

It started, as always, between the lords of Space and Time
Each claiming to be the better, arguing over who was the most divine
So after much discourse the answer came from the lord of Space;
"To find out who is the best, I challenge you to a race!"

They agreed and tried to set a time and a place
Which is hard when you don't conform to 3-dimensions of space
The other Forces found out about the race in their own way
"This isn't fair!" they cried, "we want in as well! We need our own say!"

So gathered they did all in one place to plan the great and glorious race.
Enthropy was supposed to umpire but tripped over Chance, falling flat on it's face.
Fate stepped in at the needed time and took over the job , making rules to follow and systems of control
Surveying the course, marking the way. Setting the start with a giant Celestial Pole.

Chaos, of course, didn't like the way things were being run.
So when no-one was looking he snuck up behind Fate and liberated the starting gun
With a big *BANG* he was off! Leaving the rest of the Furies behind in stellar dust.
"Damn you! You're supposed to wait for everyone!" Order screamed, lamenting the unjust

But Chaos didn't care; he was already halfway past Alpha Centari
So far ahead he took the time to re-arrange a galaxy to read "Sorry"
But by now all bets were off; the Furies were pissed and weren't going to bluff.
The Lords of Time and Space, coming into agreement for once, simply said "Enough."

The Lord of Time rippled through it all slowed everything down to a crawl
But he didn't think it completely through; his power affected them all!
The Lord of Space simply laughed and spread his arms, folding space in half like a melted candy bar
"It's not a straight line that's the shortest length" Space boomed, "when here and there are the same nothing is too far"

But like his brother Time he didn't contemplate what he had done
Instead of folding space he merged it, folding the Furies into one!

Order merged with Chaos, causing much strife
Fate with Chance
Enthropy with Life
And the Lords themselves, spun in a hypnotic trance

It was then Time and Space realized the truth; there was no better at all.
They had always been the same with no true reason to brawl.
Without one the other was powerless, power only half realized
But together they were complete with a power never idealized

The Disease Called Love

n my time I have felt many things: Sorrow, grief, laughter and love. Love, the elixir of joy, the catalyst of life. But what is love, a feeling in your heart? No. Love is a disease. A virus; it storms into your life, takes up space in a vital area, uses you to make more of itself to spread, and you can’t make it leave. When it does it rips out roots, razing trust and just like a virus; destroys that which it has infected. Love. No known cure, antibody or vaccine will save you from its wrath. And when it does leave your life, it does so in a way that devastates your heart and mind, ripping away anything near it in the process. What..'s left behind is a shell. A cold empty shell of what used to be strong. Drained, weakened and almost destroyed by the virus.

And what of the emptiness left behind? What of its life, destiny and how it fits into things? Life is not without a sense of humor, if a sick and twisted version of it, for that emptiness, the left over battlefield of a great war, acts like a black hole; everything is consumed and annihilated, eating and devouring hope, joy, courage and what little is left from loves destructive writhing.
What stops the void? The defense force of the heart against love; rage, hate, and anger. All of these fill in the black precipice of the heart, and thrive in the desolation, the lack of anything good and pure.

Yet like a drug we seek it out in greater and greater amounts, to replace what was taken and what was lost. The cycle repeats until finally all that’s left is the shell. Unable to love, no longer a ripe target to infest, love abandons it to fade away and die. Love itself remains like a predator waiting for its next prey, it’s next host to infect, corrupt and finally leave to die.

Love is nothing but an evil force that in the end destroys more than it ever could have saved. Love is the death stroke of the heart, the final blow. For if you are hit with it, you will surely be another victim to it’s power. One day you will look at yourself, your heart, your loves and only see the shell of a burnt out, hollow shadow of a human being who’s one mistake was embracing love like a savior, only to be scorned by it like so many others.

Love is nothing. Nothing wanted, nothing needed and if you too embrace it as I once did, that’s what you’ll feel inside; nothing. Love has taken everything away, and you will never reclaim your heart.

I Ask Myself

Listen to yourselves and the words that you speak
All you do is come across as weak
You
long for your lover, you lament your loss
You've fallen from grace like a modern-day Faust.
You
want her bad but you don't know why
Crushed, broken flower reaching up to the sky
The sun is gone. Your world is dark. Your love's disappeared and she's left her mark.

Drip, drip, drip there goes your pride
Illusions that you had something left inside
She ate your heart and devoured your soul
Left you questioning life and your roll
Then
rage; emotions out of control
You've lost sight of your one true goal
Don't listen to me or the words that I speak
You know me brother, I've always been weak.

They're Watching

Paranoia and fear don't hide you from view
Watch your ass for the boys in blue
Harrass you at their leisure just because they can
Small piece of tin transformation; now boogyman
They offer you a deal, act friendly to you
Rat on your boys and you might make it through
Give 'em what they want and they'll leave you alone
Don't worry about that new clicking tap on your phone

Civil rights dying theocracy rising, now your governments the one prolythesizing
Dont understand me or know what I mean? They're already winning and you're on their team
People dont realize how far we've come from freedom absolute to the barrel of a gun
Strip away your rights and call it security, ignorance spreads and becomes nihility
Trapped like a prisoner in your own home. America becomes the shadow of Rome
They know your thoughts and hidden desires. Next on Fox; Who Marries Liars?
Step right up and squander your freedom, you dont need anything to believe in
Sit your ass down and enjoy the show! Rejoice in your ignorance, youll never know

Little Kitsune

Little kitsune, run run away!
The hounds are in force holding the scent of your tail
So run deeper to the wood
Lead them on a chase
Show those hunters who's boss
Lead them to no escape

Little kitsune, you've made it through another day.
The hounds can't find you much to their avail
Never once looked behind although you probably should.
Hidden in a memory, your small special place
Smug in the knowledge you're counted as a loss
Confident they never saw your shape.


Little kitsune, set in your way.
Lick your fur, sway your tail
Reasons for the chase fully understood.
So far ahead of the race
Never notice the hounds that cut across
Stopped searching, went home; so much for a narrow escape.

Joy

The Joy you bring is without compare,
Banishing the dark and giving life hope
With your deep eyes and flowing hair
You being here enables me to cope

Your voice is the sound of truth
Making me see what I could not understand
While this may sound uncouth
My life would be complete holding your hand

Your smile in my mind shall not fade
Nor will the sound of your laugh
A happier soul you have made
And shown to be the better half

When I look into your eyes, things will become clear
When I look into your eyes, I will forever be near.

Allow Me

I see you sitting there
talking and laughing like you always did
Smoking your cancer stick.
Your hair flowing like it is
underwater.
Rubbing your sore neck
Flashing looks at me when you think I wont
notice you
I just want to talk to you
Say something.
But I wont. I am
a Coward.
I'll never work up the balls
the Courage
I need closure from this
a break
Allow me, I can light your cancer stick.
Allow me, I can rub your sore neck.
I'll try not to break it.

The Reckoning

Defeated. Crushed. Now left only to blow on the embers of what was once an inferno. Nursing the sapling of hope, helping it to punch it�s way though the bile, to bloom brightly once again.
It was not always this way, the cold night in control. Before the Darkness, a warm light covered and protected all. Never allowing the aura of death near, with movements guided by the heavens; the Protector watched over all.
Fate would soon show its hand.
Mocking laughter. Ringing and reverberating like church bells of the damned. The dark agent of chaos was on a mission, one that would change it all. Merciless and without regard, the specter would not be stopped.
Destroy. Destroy. The mantra was of unholy origin, drawing its power from the evil that was the Night. Nothing would stop it. Not the cries of a thousand souls, nor the pain of a dying world. The battle would soon be over.
Futility. No matter how fierce, or full of rage the assault would not give in. All would not be for naught. Throwing himself to the void with no self-regard, fighting for the dreams of so many, for the voices that have become silenced. No matter the cost, he would never give up. One day, the light would shine over all again. He would not be defeated.
The fight will never end for he, until what was lost has been regained. Take stock of what you hold, before the darkness comes for you.

Fate

He who controls the past controls the future. Who controls the present controls the past.

Fate. Its a funny thing. Some feel like we cant influence it, that all of our actions are pre-determined and cannot change. Others that fate is an outdated concept, that we are the only ones in control of our fate and destiny. Recent events have shown the latter to be untrue. Life it seems has a cruel sense of humor.

The saying goes that a watched pot never boils. A future longed for will not come to pass.
Probability is a bitch. The odds that something catastrophic will happen are next to nothing for the average carbon based life form, yet all we can do is dwell on the chance something could happen. However, focusing on the what ifs and could happen will blind you to the truth that is in front of you; the best place for something to hide, is in plain sight. Fate knows about the rope-a-dope, dont give everything you have in the first 10 rounds.

We sit and wonder about the days events. Will Bill call me after our date? Should I put my 401k into this company? Will Anna Nicole Smith ever get a clue? The wonder and hope we all have for the future is counterproductive. Screw going to the game, my team would probably lose anyway. Why bother calling about that new job, they would just shoot me down anyway. I hope she calls tonight, but I know that she wont. Probability.

A..'chungaidh leighis is goirte, ..'Si is moth..'tha deaneamh feum.

We are a generation of cynics and pessimists, with no cause to fight for. We only have the will to fight, to rage against the dying of the light. The problem for many is that the light left long ago. All we have left is the afterglow, the small remains of what was once pure. Many do not even have that; they are born in darkness and must claw and scratch to claim their birthright. A birthright that has been squandered long before they were conceived.

Force-fed the stream of sitcoms, news, infomercials, celebrity boxing; we are losing our very minds. Not to madness or disease, but the draining of our free will and choice. We are all given 2 gifts, that of free will and intelligence. There are those that seek to render your soul like so much fat from a Pig. Fighting only gives them more strength, for it is your attention they crave. You vote with your remote control.
A revolution is coming, a revolution of the mind, body and soul. The fury is growing, seething, feeding upon so much pent up rage, anger and the urge to destroy. The change will be violent, horrible, and yet beautiful at the same time. We will break free of the coils, which bind us to confront the dark master, and we will win. Victory or death.

That which does not kill us makes us stronger.

Does this all have a meaning, a point? Of course it does, but it will not show itself without a little coaxing. Language is what holds us together, flavours our minds and spirits. Use what so many are trying to steal from you, your mind and will. Otherwise we shall prove the man from the circus right. Wrap your mind around that one.

Meshuggah - I - The Movie

If you've never heard of Meshuggah (the band, not the yiddish word) this wont make any fucking sense. Even less if you've never heard their latest ep. That being said, the product of dank and Bawls: Originally posted here
I - The Movie Well, a script/screenplay anyway. I just can't get the idea that I is a black hole out of my head and if I don't write down a treatment for a visual interpretation I'm going to explode. 00:00 - 1:33: Ext: outer space. Camera orbits slowly around a large, dying star. As time moves closer to the eventual release, the camera moves closer and closer to the surface until it flies inside of the star. 1:33 - 1:55: The core contracts further and further until it cannot anymore, at which point... 1:56 - 2:45: Supernova. Massive amounts of the star's matter fly outward; carbon, oxygen, silicon and other heavy elements up to iron into space towards a now visable planet. 2:45 - 3:35: Planetfall. The matter ejected into space by the suprnova enters the atmopshere, raining fire and radiation upon the planet; burning away the planet's protective layers of radiation in the process. 3:36 - 4:56: Oceans start to bubble and boil, the human(?) population of the planet riots and decends into chaos, forests burn. The end of the world. 4:57 - 5:40: Brief flashes of TV and print media heralding the end of the world. Holy men call for pennance(sp?) and blame the sinners of the world for it's fate while quoting scripture (pick a religion), one of the holy men(on tv) slams a book of scripture shut at solo... 5:40 - 6:18: Scenes of humanity huddled in homes, bunkers, running wild in the streets. Praying, crying, shouting and cursing gods name. Chaos. 6:18 - 6:48: More rioting scenes from within a major metropolitan city. 6:49 - 7:08 Earthquakes begin to shake the massive city, making buildings way back and forth and the roads crack. 7:08 - 7:47: Roads split widely apart,people still running wildly on the streets fall into the pits, along with cars, animals and anything else left in open ground. 7:47 - 8:39: Silence. No people remain the street, no sound is heard and the earthquakes stop. Stillness. 8:40 - 10:33: A larger, more violent earthquake begins. Buildings crash to the ground with a roar; gas stations explode and set fire to the surrounding buildings and cars/trash left after the initial earthquakes. Pipes and other underground structures cave in causing massive sinkholes in the above city. Churches collapse upon themselves burying anyone left alive seeking shelter inside (virillent deterioration of faith...heh. 10:33 - 12:01: The massive amounts of raditation plus the breaking up of the earth cause the world's stockpile of nuclear weapons to detonate within housing silos. Any remaining humans are now gone, blasted away by the weapons made to "protect" them. Extinction ensues. 12:01: - 13:33: The camera moves back towards space, flying over the now-devastated planet. No oceans remain, only scorched black holes. Most of the surface is either smoking or already in flames. 13:33 - 14:44: Now in orbit, a slow eliptical shot of the ruined planet. The camera begins to move back to what remains of the star. 14:44 - 16:59: The star, having further collapsed into a neutron star cannot withstand the forces of gravity. After a milkdrop-esqe light show of the star collapsing into Nothing and then... 17:00 - 17:49: A black hole is born and it's birth-cry tears into open space,pulling the charred and dead planet towards it's maw. 17:49 - 20:19: The planet is now being literally ripped apart, with huge casms forming along the surface dwarfing the size of the grand canyon until the planet itself has been torn in half, pulled towards the opening of the black hole by it's event horizon, and crushed into nothingness 20:20 - end: What remains of the planet is blown out the other side of the black hole in a bright stream of matter. As the camera pulls away into "normal" space, a guitar with only a burnt, mangled neck remaining floats by with the E(?) string still vibrating, holding the final note of the song. That took way too fucking long to write. I'd like to thank weed, bawls and of course the guys for making me actually want to go through writing that. Hard to think of another band that inspiries this kind of imagery. Opinions? Yea I know I have way too much free time, tell me something I don't know.
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