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AUG 2011 2
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ISSUE #2 AUG 2011
Best way to get out of a date?
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A Waiting Wife
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Zissou painting
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Asked a friend to take photos of me skydiving...
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AUG 2011 4
Best way to get
out of a date?
asked by kilsker | permalink
THE GOOD
A random okCupid date back in ‘09 ended in about I told her she looked uncomfortable - she was a little taken
20 minutes with my date telling me she just wasn’t into aback, so I said very conversationally “Tell you what, lets skip
me. Frankly, I wasn’t having all that great of a time my- this date thing and just go have fun”. Took the edge of the ten-
self. We paid our own half of the check, gave each other a sion, we went out to a carnival and just enjoyed the evening.
friendly goodbye, and went on with our lives. Never saw She thanked me, I think we maybe talked once or
her again, but damn, I have nothing but respect for that. twice after than but basically went our own paths.
-operonandon Turns out, taking charge in awkward situations is usu-
ally the best strategy. Making other people feel com-
fortable keeps things from getting out of hand. Calm,
cool, collected folks - that’s the winning strategy.
-n1njabot
THE BAD
I was on a terrible, TERRIBLE date. Couldn’t get any worse, re- We’re driving towards the bar, and lo and behold, lights and
ally. At dinner she basically admitted she was crazy, clingy, and sirens. It’s my friend. He acts completely natural, and I follow suit.
stalked her ex-boyfriend for about six months while stalking the Takes my license, goes back to his car. The date I’m with is all
girls he was dating at the time as well. Red flags galore. Did I also angry, blahblah, stupid cops, blahblah. A few moments later he
mention she had the worse manners of all time? Complete bitch comes back.
to the server. One of my pet peeves, actually. “Sir, put both your hands on the steering wheel.”
So after dinner she wants to get drinks, and I’m done with this “Now get out of the car. Slowly”
date and try to find an excuse to leave. She is persistent, says we He then proceeds to throw me on the hood (gently, actually)
are going, and runs to the bathroom. At this point I call my cop and cuff me. My date then gets hysterical, runs out of the car,
friend, who is actually on duty near us. I tell him the story, and and asks what the fuck this is about.
I ask if he can help bail me out somehow. Nothing big, just get “This man has a warrant out for his arrest, ma’am.”
me out of there on our way to the bar. He agrees. I tell him what “WHAT FOR?”
route I’m taking, and to look for my car. “Rape... and murder.”
I never did see her again.
-blitzan
THE UGLY
You take your phone and scream “I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU LET HIM BUILD HIS OWN HELICOPTER” and leave running in tears. “
–RobotChrist
AUG 2011 5
WHAT ARE YOUR BEST
RANDOM FACTS?
asked by nucleus_accumbens | permalink
We are closer to the T-Rex in number of years than the T-Rex was Harry S Truman’s Middle name was ‘S’.
to the Stegosaurus. -rockerdudeman
-drummererb
If you look up at a bright blue sky, you will start to notice tiny
Henry Ford demanded that parts suppliers send him parts in bright dots swimming around. If you can focus properly, you
very specifically sized wooden boxes with very specifically can tell that they follow non-random paths, and often appear
placed holes and handles. These boxes were disassembled with to follow each other along. These are your white blood cells,
care, without using crowbars, and the boxes were then used in which do not absorb blue light very well and so let spots of light
the manufacturer of panels and floorboards for the Model T. through the aforementioned vasculature in front of your reti-
The wooden scraps that did remain were burned into charcoal nas. They are usually invisible since you get ‘used’ to the shad-
and resold as Ford Charcoal, later becoming Kingsford Charcoal, ows, but these breaks in them are visible as the tiny bright dots
a popular brand today. you see. It’s called the blue field entopic effect.
-Ronearc -thegnome54
The giant squid’s brain is a torus shape, and its esophagus runs “Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo.”
through it. If the squid eats anything too big, it will suffer mas- That is a valid, grammatically correct sentence. Here’s a trick to
sive brain damage. understand the correct meaning of that sentence... Just think:
-Swedishfishy “American cows [that] American cows intimidate [themselves]
intimidate American cows.”
-retrogreq & JustTalkinAboutShaft
American Airlines saved $40,000 in 1987 by taking out an olive
from First Class salads.
-Fernthemighty
AUG 2011 6
WHAT are your small, private
acts of rebellion?
asked by laikafromspace | permalink
I am a pastry chef/cake decorator who does wholesale and re- I used to fork for Tim Hortons (Canada) Every night after my
quest cakes for a popular high-quality cafe chain in Boston. Ev- shift I was allowed to bring as much coffee home as I wanted,so
ery week or so we get an order for a plain birthday cake for a lo- I would take XL cups and fill them with chicken salad mix. I
cal orphanage, and I make sure that those 12 dollar single cakes would then leave the store with 4 XL ‘’coffees’’ and give them to
are even more beautiful than the two 300 dollar full sheet cakes the homeless or the punk bums along with day old bread.
that the presidents of the big colleges order for their private - eatmyshit
parties. With the amount of money big schools waste, those
kids probably won’t be able to afford a good college, but they
can still eat like the president of one. I poop for as long as I can while on the clock at work.
- rambunctoid -todayiamnew
I work at McDonald’s and instead of giving people 4/6/10/20 12.1 font size... Because, fuck the establishment, that’s why.
piece McNuggets sometimes I throw an extra one or sometimes -iminaLAB
a few in. And sometimes I snag some for myself.
- Durandal00
I received complaints of having long grass in my yard. My neigh-
bors didn’t know I went on a 2 week vacation. I got back and the
They only empty our trash at work on Fridays due to budget only neighbor I can stand told me about the complaints.
cuts, which is awesome when somebody brings in fishsticks I looked up the city ordinances and I’m allowed to have grass as
on a Monday for lunch. So every few days, I drop some of my long as 12 inches on my lawn. Now I go out every few days and
trash in an interoffice envelope and send it to an administration clip the grass that’s grown longer than 11.5 inches. Right now
office-as they still get daily trash service. about 75% of my lawn is exactly 11.5” long.
- Sweaver - enad58
I honk at dogs while they’re pooping. In middle school they used to dismiss lunch tables one at a time
- Agreeswithfishpal based on what tables were “good.” One day the teacher dismiss-
ing us was being a total jerk and making us wait extra long, so
I stood up and screamed “THEY CAN’T STOP US ALL!” and ran
I don’t seed my torrents. out of the lunchroom with a mob of fellow students behind me.
- yayitscaroline - not_a_wolf
I have an account at citi bank with less than 25 cents in it. Ev- I place stamps upside down on my mail.
ery month they send me a letter with my account balance in it, - Just_hating
which costs more to send than the worth of my account. I am
slowly taking down citi bank with every letter.
- dharry
“I always order a small,
My mom used to take the junk mail we got, the kind that comes medium, or large at
with a pre-paid envelope inside, and filled them up with other
junk mail or the occasional dog hair that was shed all over the starbucks, even though
house. The postage isn’t paid for unless the envelope is sent,
so the spamming company ends up using money for emptying i actually know the
our house of junk mail... and dog hair.
- Tehjimmy sizes they use”
-Bookey23
AUG 2011 7
CREEPiest STORIES WHILE
YOU’RE HOME ALONE?
asked by moo8 | permalink
It was pretty early in the morning and I heard some weird noise Many years ago, I lived in a big, old, three-story house that had
downstairs. My wife was out of town with her mom so just me a room on the middle level that we converted into an office. I
and the cats in the house, and they were both on the bed with used to write financial reports late at night that were published
me and also looked kinda freaked out. So I get up slowly and early the next morning.
hear another loud crash/glass breaking type noise. I didn’t own The office had a few computers and my toddler son had
a gun or anything at the time so I was looking around for some been playing on one of them for most of the evening, right up
sort of weapon which ended up being this brass vase thing I until I finished my work at around 9pm. By then he had fallen
kept change in. I grab that and creep downstairs slightly freak- asleep, so I switched off his monitor, scooped him up and took
ing out. More noises, then a “mahhhhh” noise. him to bed, flicking off the light as I left.
Turns out I left the back door wide open and my goat wan- For the next couple of hours I relaxed in another room watch-
dered into the kitchen and shit everywhere and broke a shelf. I ing TV with my wife. She went to bed around 11pm, and at
yelled at the goat and he went back outside. midnight I decided to do the same. I realized I’d left a window
-1950sGuy open in the office, so I went in there to close it.
The house was silent, and the room was pitch black
dark and ice cold when I walked in. Colder than it
I live in a quiet, suburban neighborhood. One night, sever- should have been for the time of the year, even with
al years ago, at around 2:00am, the very quietest part of the the window open. I paused for a moment in the cen-
night, I was sleeping peacefully when a tendril of music be- ter of the room to think about this, and then it happened.
gan to intrude upon my dreams and grew louder slowly, to the Knock knock knock.
point where it woke me up.
Something was tapping on the glass. But it wasn’t the random
Everything was dark, but I could hear extremely loud hard-
tappings of a bird or another kind of animal, it was completely
core rap music approaching my house from down the street.
uniform. It sounded human, but I was on the second floor, so
I thought maybe someone was having a party, but the music
how was that possible? It was so dark that I couldn’t make any-
kept approaching and kept getting louder, to the point of pan-
thing out against the black glass, but a few moments later it
ic-inducing loudness - louder than any stereo I have ever heard
happened again.
- louder than the front row of a concert.
I stumble from bed and peek out my front window, expect- Knock knock knock.
ing to see maybe a car full of gang-bangers cruising down my By now I was already feeling on edge. Then, something hap-
street, trying to intimidate someone, but instead I am confront- pened that chilled me to the core. Because out of the corner of
ed with a sight that unnerves me. The street lamps illuminate a the room, to my right, and from the darkness, a high-pitched,
large tricycle as it passes in front of my house; a large wooden almost squeaky voice began to speak quite loudly.
box on the back containing a stereo system and enormous I can see you.
speakers. The man riding the tricycle is clothed from head to I froze on the spot. My blood went cold. My bowels prepared
toe in white rags and even his head is covered in soiled white for evacuation. My God, I thought, I never wrote that book. Any
rags - like a leper. He’s wearing dark sunglasses and he is ped- book.
dling this enormous tricycle at glacial speed, his legs moving in It spoke again, but with greater emphasis on that all-important
slow motion as if he was towing a huge load behind him. word.
The music assaulting my ears is so out of proportion with the
I can seeee you.
dark, empty street that chills run up and down my spine and
I just stand there watching from the corner of my window. He I turned slowly to my right and walked into the darkness, un-
slowly pedals down the length of my street, the music taking til I finally reached my son’s computer. Nothing there but an
an excruciatingly long time to fade away. But when it does, I go empty chair. But no talking now. Just silence. A horrible silence.
back to bed. Carefully, I reached over and switched on the monitor. The
The same thing happens about three times over the next screen brightened, and there it was: something red, and hor-
month, but after that the mysterious visitor never appears rible. Once again it tapped on the glass.
again. It was fucking Elmo from my kid’s Sesame Street game.
-cyclura -Sheamus
AUG 2011 8
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home alone | PART TWO
I grew up on a ranch, about 10 miles from the nearest town. A plain white van would creep very slowly down our street at
One of our favorite things to do in the summer was to spread around 2am weekly during the summer I was 19. Our street
out a few sleeping bags in our backyard and have “camp outs.” was not a dead-end road, but had residential roads at either
We have a huge dark activated light attached to our barn that end preventing it from being a through street so this van was
we would turn off with a high powered flashlight to tell ghost clearly not making a route of any sort. I would hear it and watch
stories and try to scare each other. from my upstairs bedroom window every time it passed by.
One night I had two of my friends over for a camp out. We shut One night my parents and my brother were out of town and
off the barn light and sat in complete darkness (if you haven’t I was home alone, happily sleeping when I heard a car door
been out in the country, it might be hard to appreciate exactly slam out front. I jumped up to look out the window and the van
how pitch black it can be), talking in those low scary-story voic- was backed into our driveway. I couldn’t see anyone moving
es. One of my friends was in the middle of her story (probably around outside but the lights were off and they were parked.
the one about the serial killer licking that girl’s hand) when she I ran into the hall and crouched into a ball and tried to listen
stopped short. She said, “Who’s that?” and up to the road. for any sounds and plan an attack / escape route. I was shaking
We all looked and saw what she was talking about. You could uncontrollably. A few minutes later I heard the engine start up
barely make out a figure, certainly the silhouette of a person, and the van tore out of my driveway, and I never saw it again.
walking down the road. That was unusual enough, but the -atgunpoint
way this person was walking was what was unsettling. The fig-
ure was standing straight up, and was walking in such a stiff
and unnatural way that s/he could have been marching. We I want downstairs to get some water at about 2am. In the
couldn’t make out any other defining features of the figure. kitchen we’ve got a clock on the wall. As I walk into the room,
After watching and having a whispered debate on what to acutely aware of every creak that echoes around the house
do, we decided the best course of action would be to shout surrounding me, I hear the fast wind of something mechani-
at the figure. I screamed, “WHO ARE YOU?” at the top of my 12 cal. As I slowly glance to my left, subconsciously grabbing my
year old lungs. One of my friends pointed the flashlight at the glass a little tighter, I see the clock hands on the wall spinning
figure, but it was too far away to distinguish any features. The at about 50 times normal speed.
figure heard us, and just sort of turned around, walking in that Around. And around. And around.
peculiar way. We watched it until it was out of sight, then woke I think to myself, very clearly “this is how movies start, this is it”.
up my parents. I still have no idea who s/he was or what they I was ready to defend myself with my glass whilst dashing over
were doing way out in the country. to grab a knife.
-colasuda It was then I realized we had a radio clock which automatically
sets itself. I’d never seen it do it before. It was now 1am.
-TL_DRespect
AUG 2011 9
/ama
AUG 2011 10
I lived at a nudist camp
every summer until I was 18
by dagubananas | permalink
Did it ever bother you when you were younger? Did you ever get any while there?
It was my biggest secret for a long time. I would always have to come up Yeah. I do wonder sometimes if it was more than I might have if I were liv-
with lies of half truths for my friends to explain why I was not around in the ing a “normal” lifestyle. As much as nudists like to say that it isn’t about sex,
summertime. I remember one time my father, who didn’t think it should I think it is just human nature and can’t really be taken out of the equation.
be a secret, told one my friends and I was mortified, really scared that it Looking back on it I really think that while sex wasn’t on the surface, it was
would “get out” and the “whole school” would know. That kind of thing. certainly closer to that surface than it is in the “real world.” That has (and
I think I was approaching my teenage years when it became less of a had) it’s effect on pre-teens and teens.
big deal. It was around the time when my peers started looking at “differ- That said, I’m really not sure if my experience hooking up with girls as a
ent” things as interesting rather than something to make fun of. I have no teenager was really any different than anyone else’s. I still had to work for
problem telling people these days, as usually it’s an interesting conversa- it.
tion.
It did get easier to tell my friends about it as I got older, but actually going Did a lot of guys with cameras sneak in from time to time?
to the nudist camp and being naked got harder as a got older. ...To the People would come in with cameras all the time, usually at least 4 or 5
point where I ended up leaving and not coming back. times per summer. There were probably a lot more than I (we) knew about.
They would always get kicked out, but to my knowledge not violently or
Was there a point where seeing people nude lost its thrill? aggressively so. I remember one dude who came in with a camera in a box
I don’t really remember ever thinking that seeing people nude was thrill- of crackers that had a little hole cut out for the lens. He was caught when
ing. It was just routine, and something that I was always around. Nudity is he took the box of crackers with him into the pool and people started
still exciting for me of course, as it is for everyone else, but it is more about thinking it was really odd. I used to think it was funny when I was younger,
context than the nudity itself. I think nudity is exciting to people not be- but I distinctly remember noticing how creepy it was as I got older and
cause of the flesh per-se, but because we are “not supposed” to be seeing more aware of what was going on. A lot of the time these cameramen
nakedness, or at least only in special situations. That experience, and the would focus their attentions on the children. That bothered me especially.
thrill from it, doesn’t fade.
Where did you keep your wallet and house keys etc?
Have you talked to your parents about why they became nudists? A lot of people had golf carts with storage that they drove around the
I’ve never really had an in-depth conversation about their motivations. It’s place, or carried a bag. As a kid I rode a bike around everywhere and I had
come up a lot of times in passing, but it is a difficult subject for me now a little saddle bag thing that I would use sometimes. For the most part
because I feel fairly strongly that I wouldn’t bring my own children there. though the camp is set up to be paperless. There were a few places to eat
They like to bring up fairly weak (to my mind, anyway) arguments about it and they all had a “tab” kind of system where you could just charge things
being “natural” and stuff like that, but I could never really nail them down to your name and come by once a week to add money or pay back what
to a definitive reason that couldn’t be applied to a non-nudist camp- you used etc. No real need for a whole bunch of keys or an ID or anything
ground. I think a lot of it, at this point, is just they have a lot of long-time like that. The only thing people carried around with them all the time was
relationships up there that has become an integral part of their life. a towel, because it was considered rude (or gross?) to sit down someplace
without putting a towel down first.
What if you got an erection?
Every once in a while that would happen, haha. It’s less of a problem than Were there any activities done naked that made your genitals sore?
you’d think though. Imagine going to Walmart and seeing everyone naked. I played a lot of naked volleyball and I don’t think there was any extra dis-
Not exactly boner material. There were very few outstandingly attractive comfort or anything that could be attributed to being nude... A lot of the
people there if that helps. Also to be clear, walking around with a hard-on time women would wear sports bras when playing tennis or something
was obviously considered inappropriate and would get you kicked out. like that so they didn’t bounce around as much. Like I said above if there
If that happened to me (and it did in my adolescent years sometimes), I was an activity that was uncomfortable naked, people would just wear
would just excuse myself and go to the bathroom or something. It wasn’t clothes. For example there was a shooting range as well and people gener-
a constant problem though because everything is so mundane and rou- ally wore clothes (or at least a shirt) there so they didn’t get burnt by shell
tine. Nakedness != sex. I didn’t make the rules, but I think any reasonable casings and such.
person can see why it might be considered rude to walk around with an
erection. Even in a nudist camp. When hugging a friend or family member how would that come
about?
Was there any particular grooming habits for men / women, you I always did the “lean-in, ass out” hug. And as a kid, I generally tried to keep
know, down there? hugs to the minimum anyway.
As far as grooming, there was a wide array. I’m not sure how accurately it
reflects the general population of non-nudists, but I would say that most
people did some sort of light trimming, while there were some outliers
who went to the extremes in either direction. I think overall people weren’t
that interested in attracting special or extra attention to their genitals so
they kinda did regular stuff.
AUG 2011 11
TRAVELED 61 DAYS BY TRAIN,
LIVING OUT OF A SUITCASE
by isthisadream | permalink
On May 3rd I left Denver Union Station at around 7 pm and returned July 4th around 2pm after traveling the entire US (north, south, east, west) via
train. I bought two Amtrak US Rail passes (45 day and 15 day,) and planned each stop on my trip only a day or so in advance - sometimes even from
the station. I traveled to Chicago, Milwaukee, Wausau, St. Paul, Seattle, Portland, San Fran, Los Angeles, Flagstaff, Sante Fe, Kansas City, St. Louis, New
Orleans, Atlanta, Washington D.C., and Boston. I returned to Denver from Boston.
The whole trip I used a website called couchsurfing.com and never once had to pay for a hotel or hostel. I stayed with a US diplomat on leave from
Saudi Arabia, CEO of an insurance company, a forager, a Los Alamos nuclear physicist, a lobbyist, a retired bass player, a spiritual guru, a group of hip-
pies... to name a few of the hosts I had the pleasure of staying with.
Everyday I lived out of my suitcase and backpack. Everyday I was somewhere new and meeting new people; people I had to stay with for long periods
of time in some cases.
During my trip I was almost mugged, had a knife pulled on me (separate incident), got tonsillitis, went sailing, fell in ‘love’, drank way too much in New
Orleans, drank just enough everywhere else (go local brewed), got lost in a swamp, attacked by a cougar with loads of tequila, and more.
What did you pack in your suitcase? Did you repay your hosts in any way?
One towel, one pair of jeans, one pair of shorts, a few pair of Every time I stayed with my hosts I took them out to dinner any
socks and boxer briefs, about six shirts, toothbrush/deodorant/ time I could. I only regret saying I’d pay for drinks in New Orleans
cologne/electric shaver/, swim trunks, sandals, and a mask of because the girl I stayed with racked up a massive bill.
george washington (half mask). The only person who wouldn’t let me buy them a meal was the
Oh, and a bunch of zip lock bags. Came in super handy. nuclear physicist. He was very well off and ended up spending
hundreds of dollars on me - but he and I connected pretty good
What made you do it? and had some amazing conversations. He told me that I live on
I saw my future and hated every second of what was to come. I the ‘fringe’ and that I had changed his paradigm on a few things.
took a leap of faith and followed the unknown - it was worth it. It’s funny because talking with him nearly blew my mind every
time we talked. He also let me drink beers in his hot tub and I got
I take it my fear of couchsurfing.com is unwarranted? I would to watch satellites cross over in the night sky from it.
like to know more about the people who allowed you into their
homes.
Couchsurfing can be quite daunting before you try it. Just be sure
to check references of people before you go asking for a place to
stay and follow your gut with who you choose.
My best accommodation was with the diplomat - I stayed in guest
bedroom with private bathroom and he even laid out hotel toilet-
ries for me to use. His apartment overlooked the city and had an
amazing view.
The worst accommodation was in New Orleans where I had
to sleep on a decaying couch for 4 days and ended up with more
flea bites then I’ve ever had in my life. I didn’t leave though be-
cause my host was awesome and I had an amazing time with her.
What were you most afraid of before you left, and how did that
turn out?
I was terrified before I left, and was still terrified up until I left Mil-
waukee. It was then I realized that everything would be alright
and I was stronger than I thought. I was mostly afraid of trusting
others and following a path into the unknown. It was something I
had to do and will always be grateful that I took that leap of faith
and got on that train in Denver.
The thing that surprised me the most was how gracious and
caring every single person was on couch surfing. In almost ev-
ery case I was picked up from the train station and well fed. In
some cases I felt like I was in a hotel, especially with the diplomat.
I would do it again in a heartbeat and my couch is open to travel-
ers coming though my town so I can return the favor.
Pair of Amtrack rail passes. $750/45 day, $380/15 day
How will this change how you live the rest of your life?
I won’t be so timid and shut in with my ambitions and desires.
Can you describe the knife incident? Before I was always the achiever, but money was always the mo-
The knife incident was at the St. Louis Amtrak/Greyhound station tivation and not my happiness. I also was socially inept in quite a
while I was waiting for a shuttle to take me to Carbondale, IL to few ways, but that’s all gone now. I have no fear of approaching
catch a train to New Orleans. I was standing there in the station groups of strangers and introducing myself or getting to know
with my cell phone charging it in some wall socket and a dude new people and hang out with them. When I got back from my
approached me to ask the time. Immediately I knew what was trip I went on two dates with girls I had met just last week.
up (I could sense it) and started to walk away with my stuff and It was a matter of stop judging myself. I used to judge everything
he flipped out some swiss army knife and held it in attack mode I’d say and do - how I looked. Once I stopped judging myself I
while demanding I give him my backpack. started to gain a lot of confidence and eventually I stopped say-
Now at this point I had been almost 50 days traveling and had ing stupid things because I stopped worrying about it.
an extensive journal with thousands of pictures and videos I had Nobody judges you more than you yourself do. This was basically
taken - not to mention all my tickets, rail passes, and netbook/ the formula for breaking out - but I was lucky in that I was forced
camera/iPod. Fortunately I had been getting a really uneasy feel- to be social in the beginning. Towards the end it was completely
ing earlier at the station when ‘thug nation’ came in and started natural.
looking at my bags with keen interest, so I had popped my giant
Smith & Wesson knife in my pocket. It was a stupid move, I know
this, but it felt cool to mutter “You won’t be taking shit” as I flicked
the blade out from the grip. The guy just backed off and then se-
curity came running over freaking out on me and took my knife.
Luckily I was able to get it back when I described the situation and
they looked over the camera footage.
In hindsight I was an idiot and could have been killed, I’ve nev-
er seriously hurt someone or let alone stabbed somebody, and
I’m not sure I would have been ok if that situation had gone dif-
ferently. But I was confident as hell at that moment in time and I
think that, more than the knife, really made the guy back off.
AUG 2011 13
We are scientists at nasa’s
jet propulsion laboratory
by hubblemedia & jplatwork | permalink
Special thanks to EducatedEarth.org for organizing this AMA.
With the Space Shuttle Program winding down, a lot of people are wondering what is next for NASA and
North American space exploration. Naturally there is plenty of speculation, but I figured it would be nice
to hear the story from the Men and Women currently working at the agency.
Note, this is not an official posting by the NASA Jet Propulsion Laboratory and does not reflect the direct views
of the agency or its partners.
If NASA had the same kind of budget as the US Dept. of Defense, If NASA wants to go back to the moon, why don’t you just build a
what do you think would be done with it? What projects might Saturn V rocket and lunar lander according to the 1969 plans and
suddenly come to the fore, with such resources at NASA’s dispos- launch it? Why should it take ten years again?
al? Primarily because we have different priorities now than we did
With that much money US$664 billion (est. 2010), things would back then. It was originally a race, cut corners, do whatever you
be seriously different. We could probably do a reddit poll and take gotta do to get Humans onto the moon without racking up a
the top 10 (non lolcat) suggestions and just run with them all. death toll while everyone is watching.
What I would like to see done with that budget is as follows: If we go back to the moon, we don’t plan on leaving this time.
1. Moon based telescope - Why not build a few kilometer di- Even if left unmanned, we would like to see a permanent out-
ameter telescope on the far side of the moon? It would be very post on Luna. We are also much more about the future resource
well sheltered from the Earths pollution and at that scale it would exploitation of this world. Basically, we have a lot more luggage
provide unparalleled resolution. this trip around and our priorities on the moon are not what they
2. Mass produced spacecraft - There is a reason a Lamborghini used to be.
is more expensive than a Toyota Corolla. When you build some-
thing by hand, the cost is significantly higher than when you can Are the high technical standards really necessary? Instead of
run an automated assembly line and pump out thousands a day. sending up one awesome gold plated, carbon fibre super-space-
SpaceX is hoping to tackle this, but I can never put too much ship, why not send up 20 poorly put together unmanned ones. Is
weight behind corporate promises of space exploration. If we NASA putting all it’s eggs in one basket?
could bring down the cost of launches to $1000 a pound or less, The problem with this idea is the concept that launching several
it could change the accessibility of space for the entire world. failed attempts would be cheaper than just doing it right the first
3. A serious space colony- While most people don’t recognize time.
them as such, space stations are literally our first space colonies. Space hardware is expensive. You are looking at dropping
While they may not be self-reliant, neither were many of the early millions of dollars if you intend to enter Earth orbit, let alone the
outposts around the world. I would urge for the establishment of cost of whatever you want to put up there. The cost difference
a larger scientific outpost, one with at least basic manufacturing between a high quality rocket and a cheap one dissipates as soon
capabilities. I would ideally love to have a giant spaceship build- as you’ve gotta try again.
ing factory in orbit, but realistically we have plenty to learn before You also have to minimize the amount of debris you are chuck-
we are ready for that. I would just have us build the sandbox so ing into orbit. Explosions create a lot of high velocity debris, con-
we have a chance to learn. tributing to quite a dangerous situation for any present and fu-
ture craft.
How likely is it that the projects to send people to Mars will come
to fruition in the next 10-15 years?
Technologically speaking, that time line is actually fair. While this
would be a whole different ballgame than a moon launch, with
proper funding there is no reason why we couldn’t set foot on “It was originally a race, cut cor-
Mars within the next decade or two. The catch is proper funding.
While setting foot on Mars has been on the minds of many ners, do whatever you gotta do
people since even before the Apollo days, since we achieved the
technological prowess to pull this mission off, we have never had to get Humans onto the moon ... If
the political backing to even seriously look at it.
Well, there was one instance a couple decades ago where the we go back to the moon, we don’t
government asked for an estimate but the agency submitted its
dreams and not a practical reality. Numbers were way too high, plan on leaving this time.”
the government got spooked and backed out. Now they don’t
seem to take any proposal seriously.
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Nasa jpl scientists | PART TWO
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I am a search and rescue
pilot in the US Coast guard
by tupperwolf | permalink
I fly the MH-65C Dolphin, the most common helo in the CG’s inventory. Just like every other airframe, we fly
pretty much any mission the CG needs; search and rescue (SAR), marine environmental protection (MEP, i.e. oil
spills, endangered species protection, etc), law enforcement, aids to navigation (ATON), homeland security stuff,
you name it. That’s definitely one of the best parts of the job, the variety. SAR is always the priority, but it is by no
means the majority.
How do you hover with no static reference in wild seas? Like How dangerous do things have to get before you call off a res-
when recovering someone in the dark in a storm. cue?
That is one of the hardest things we do, so that’s a pretty insight- We spend a lot of time weighing risk versus gain, it’s a core prin-
ful question. It is not easy, even with a lot of training and experi- ciple of pretty much everything we do. So if you’re going out on a
ence. There are a few tricks, but a lot of it is just training. First, at low probability case, something where the odds of someone ac-
night we’re always using night vision goggles (NVG’s), so you can tually being in trouble are pretty low, then even some low visibili-
at least make out the horizon. Also, we’re often hoisting from a ty or minor aircraft problems might be enough to have us go back
vessel of some kind, so depending on the conditions, sea state, and wait it out. On the other hand, if you know there’s somebody
etc, you can often keep a part of the ship in sight as a reference. really in trouble, and there’s no other alternative, we’re pretty te-
When you’re hoisting directly from the water you can, with prac- nacious. Folks have flown through hurricanes when there were
tice, use your own rotor-wash as a rough guide... depending on confirmed PIW’s (persons in the water).
the winds, if your rotor-wash is moving behind you, you’re sliding
forward, if it moves out to the left, you’re sliding right. In a pinch, In Annapolis MD there is always a 20ish foot Coast Guard boat
you can drop flares, or have the rescue swimmer toss out glow- patrolling with a machine gun mounted in the front. It always
sticks, but there’s no silver bullet. strikes me as highly unnecessary, and a little scary. Can you pro-
vide any insight into the Coast Guards logic for having the guns
Do you resent the people who put themselves in harm’s way, out?
forcing you to risk your life to save them? That’s all post-9/11 driven, and like most super-security ideas,
No, I wouldn’t say I resent them. Sometimes I roll my eyes. I may looks better on paper than in real life. There is a huge increase in
have been known to utter the phrase “US Coast Guard, prevent- the homeland security. We have a lot more patrol responsibilities
ing Darwinism in a gene pool near you.” But no one forces us and many more units have to carry MAW (mounted automatic
to go out. Any aviator can turn in their wings anytime they like. weapons) than before. Most of those guys drive around all day
And if you don’t think you can make it, you’re not only able but going “Seriously? What the hell am I doing with this thing?” But
expected to decline or delay the mission. Unlike in combat, it’s imagine if some Al-Qaeda sponsored party-barge drives into the
pretty hard for us to sacrifice ourselves and still get the job done. Naval Academy with a bunch of C4... No one will pay attention to
I have yet to see or hear of anyone turning down a real-deal case, how likely it was to happen in the first place, all they’ll say is “Why
but I’ve certainly seen people delay or do something else to give the hell didn’t those coasties have a machine gun!?” Hence, they
themselves a fighting chance. drive around with the gun. Don’t worry too much, they’re very
well trained with it and very safe with it, and they don’t see the
Wheats your best rescue story? use for it any more than you do.
One of my quick favorites that comes to mind was when I was
single pilot. I was doing a regular patrol when I got called for
some kayakers in trouble. The command center had a broken
mayday, but only a rough idea where they were. I had very little “US Coast guard, preventing
fuel but started heading that way and asked them to launch an-
other helo from home with more gas. With no co-pilot I had to darwinism in a gene pool
do everything myself, but we got there and immediately started
searching. Just as I was running out of time, I found them and near you.”
vectored in the other aircraft. They had capsized and lost one of
two kayaks, so four of them were hanging onto the remaining
kayak and were all in danger of getting smashed onto the rocks.
The other plane got eyes-on right as I ran out of gas. I rolled out,
he rolled in and picked them up just before they really got into
the surf. Good times.
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coast guard PILOT | PART TWO
The Coast Guard does a lot more drug interdiction and home- Is there a prime station everybody wants? Alaska would be
land security stuff than they used to. How often do you fly out cool for experience but a warm climate would be better for life
for search and rescue missions? comfort.
There is a huge increase in the homeland security post-9/11. We Some areas change over the years, and some are pretty much
have a lot more patrol responsibilities, but to be clear, SAR is still always popular. Some have become less popular due to
the priority. Every unit on the west coast is fully staffed with res- changes in their missions, and some aren’t popular because
cue swimmers just itching to jump out. They will deploy a swim- of their location. Alaska is a great example... used to be a hard
mer to help you blow your nose if they can find a way to justify fill, people went there kicking and screaming. Now everybody
it. It varies dramatically by where you are stationed. There are wants it. I tried for it a while back and didn’t get it.
some airstations that barely get 60-70 cases a year, or one a week. Some prime stations that are almost always popular: Ha-
Some airstations get 300+ cases a year, or basically one a day. waii, San Fran, Savannah, San Diego, Port Angeles WA. Some
places that are less popular: Atlantic City (because of deploy-
Would you guys go out to sea if someone called in saying their ments, not the location), Jacksonville (same as A City), North
pet went into the water? Bend OR (small remote town, not much action), Detroit. But
Not normally, but it can be heartbreaking to hear about so... I there’s almost always somebody that’s dieing to go to those
may or may not have once spent an entire ‘training flight’ look- places too.
ing for a golden retriever that fell overboard. It was sad but
I think we gave the owner a little peace of mind that they’d Would you suggest academy for someone looking for a cheap/
done everything they could. free education?
Absolutely not. If you want a cheap education, go to commu-
How well did The Guardian capture the swimmer experience? nity college. The Academy is a very difficult 4 years, and the
Despite Ashton Kutcher, I was pretty impressed with that mov- biggest factor for success (IMHO) is how much you want to be
ie. The depiction of swimmer school was, from what I hear, a Coast Guard officer. Sometimes it’s enjoyable, occasionally
a little dramatic, but overall accurate. A lot of those drills are fun, and you’ll make better friends than you’ve ever had and
straight out of the school, and several of the instructors in experience cool stuff, but the rest of the time you’ll be pretty
the movie are real life instructors. Although the new guy cer- miserable and wondering why you didn’t go to the University
tainly doesn’t go drinking with the chief instructor, nor with of ______. It’s a great place to be from, but not a great place
the Commanding Officer of his base. The SAR stuff was pretty to be.
damn close.
Things that were off: we don’t do freefall deployments at night Are the Academy students smart, and is it really as difficult as
(might land on something you couldn’t see), Kodiak does not they say to gain entrance?
have a gigantic mission-control-like operation center, and, Getting in is difficult not because the bar is high (though it is
hate to break it to anyone that loves the movie, but we have pretty high), but because they take so few each year. 250-300
a quick-splice hook in every aircraft. If the cable parts, you just total, across the whole country. Also, when they say they want
quickly attach a new hook to the cable and send Ashton back well rounded students, they mean it. You could have a 4.0
down to tell Kevin that he’s just been punked. and perfect SAT scores, but if you sat in your room and played
video games through high school, they aren’t interested. They
What was the worst rescue you’ve been on? want varsity athletes, club presidents, the kid who organizes
Worst case was looking for my own friends and coworkers. the canned food drive, etc. Their looking for leadership, but it’s
They crashed in a training accident on a regular Thursday night. hard to find on a transcript.
Three of them were recovered quickly with no vital signs. We
spent the next 3 days looking for our XO, but never found him.
I could write about it for a long time obviously, it was fairly
traumatic, but it’s a very difficult thing to relate. Even talking
to other coasties at other units I’ve been at, it’s hard to make it
‘real’ to somebody else. It’s one of those things that only hap- “every unit on the west coast is
pens to ‘other people’. But it doesn’t.
fully staffed with rescue swim-
Have you gone out on any fake calls?
I’ve been on plenty of hoaxes; most of them you never know for mers just itching to jump out.
sure, you just suspect it based on the voice on the radio or the
phone, but sometimes they can confirm it, either be triangu- They will deploy a swimmer to
lating the radio, or getting cops to go to someone’s house and
squeeze it out of them. Far more common than hoax’s though help you blow your nose if they
are well intentional folks who ‘think’ they saw a flare or heard
mayday on the radio. They mean well, but it’s still frustrating, can find a way to justify it.”
and you can’t just assume their wrong, because just maybe
somebody’s life is on the line. It’s a rock and a hard place.
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AUG 2011 18
I survived an attack by a
great white shark
by exfish | permalink
On fathers day last year my sixty year old father and I went
on a kayak fishing trip that quickly turned into a night-
mare. After fishing for around an hour, drifting out around
two to three kilometers in near perfect overcast conditions
we anchored on the inside of a reef one kilometer off the
coast and about five hundred meters off a small uninhab-
ited island.
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I ran away from home when I was 15. My father had just died and
my mother was going through a midlife, batshit crazy crisis in-
volving a boyfriend in prison for double homicide, a man she ac-
tually forced me to develop a relationship with, going so far as to
bring me to the jail to visit him. At one point the man alluded to
mafia contacts he could call to “take care of me” if I were to give
my mother any more trouble. Doesn’t get much more charming
than threatening a teenager with gang violence.
Crazy you say? Yes. And that’s not even the half of it. But, being a
Wilderness
minor, my acting out earned me the labels bipolar and obstinate-
defiant. I was subjected to medication I never needed in the first
place instead of anyone listening to me, let alone intervening on
my behalf. I tried committing suicide 3 times before I even got to
Programs,
this point. Home was not good for me, to say the least. So I left.
What followed was a three year power struggle that left me bro-
ken down and traumatized even further than I already was. The
Lockdowns,
first time I was caught and sent away I was trying to cross the US-
Canadian border from Alberta into Montana. The border patrol
ran my name and, lo and behold, there I was in an international
runaway database. Off to Montana jail I went to be held until they
and
could make other arrangements.
At this point I was still innocent to the troubled teen industry. The
escorts who met me at the Salt Lake City airport only told me an
“educational consultant” with whom I had never spoken (and to
Reform
this day have not exchanged a single word with) decided on a
wilderness program for me near St. George, Utah. (I can’t be com-
pletely certain of the name, I was only there for 4 days.) It would
be like camping, they said.
Ranches:
I went willingly. We drove through the night, deep into the
high desert to hand me over to staff from the program. My hair
stood on end when we pulled over to the side of the road so the
escorts could hand me off to program staff. But I ignored the sen-
sation and got into the truck with staff to began the drive.
One teen’s saga of A half an hour of rocky dirt roads until we stopped at a clearing.
institutionalized abuse The woman to my right got out of the truck and motioned to me
to exit. The man driving stayed in the cab running the truck and
headlights.
written by silenceisdanger | permalink Something felt weird. The woman told me to go in front of
the truck and stand in the headlight beams. I did. Then she told
me to start taking off my clothes. I went wide-eyed with disbelief.
She stepped towards me and repeated the instructions. I had no
choice.
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Wilderness ProgramS | PART TWO
But my protesting worked: they transferred The next thing I felt was a sharp poke and The only thing keeping me back was my
me out the following day and sent me to a hands on my body. An oxygen mask went on social security number, a requisite for any
lockdown facility in San Marcos, Texas that my face and radio squawks of “CODE BLUE! legit job. Few people under the age of 18
was part of The Brown Schools. At first the CODE BLUE!” echoing somewhere. My vision know that number by heart. Shortly before
staff thought I was mentally incompetent due slowly emerged from the darkness. I was on my 17th birthday I began a campaign to get
to my outburst in the desert and put me on a the floor of my cell. They’d revived me with my social security number from my mother. I
unit with low-functioning girls. Within a week a shot of epinephrine and were trying to called at odd hours from payphones hoping
they realized I was sporting a hefty intellect feed me prednisone. They pulled the oxygen she would suffer a moment of sleepy weak-
and coasting through whatever process they mask from my face and popped the pill in my ness and give me my information so I could
were trying to instill so they transferred me to mouth. After a breathing treatment I was ful- live my life.
the smart-but-troubled unit. I kept my head ly conscious again and wholly pissed off. No dice. The familiar power play raged be-
low for the 4 months I was there, followed Staff apologized to me for the incident but tween us until, that fateful night, I called her
every rule they placed on me. I watched girls I don’t think I really accepted it. Instead I just from the LGBTQ youth drop-in center land-
taken down by staff, screaming and thrashing, nodded and kept on being a good girl on the line.
hauled into the solitary confinement room. unit.
One girl went down so hard that she busted After four months, an incredibly short time When the cops came an hour later I was lining
her nose and began spraying blood and spit for that program, they transferred me to a se- up a billiards shot. They said my name. I was
all over the ground with every mangled cry cured halfway house. I had to sign a contract so shocked I gasped. The jig was up. One of
that escaped her throat. Another friend there that I would not run away. I gave the place an my friends grabbed me and tried to hide me
went into hysterics and the staff placed her in honest chance until the first time they gave in the back room but the cops insisted I come
five-point restraints for so long she ended up me some arbitrary punishment for the sake of with them. My crime? Underage runaway.
pissing herself. breaking me down. My mother already told The jail made three attempts to put me on a
me she didn’t want me at home and I sure as plane to Utah, all of which I thwarted. Round
I was fine being forced to walk in a straight hell wasn’t going to stay there. So I took off. 1: Induce asthma attack. Round 2: Make scene
line with my hands behind my back. I dealt The next night I dressed in black, packed a while handcuffed in front of the gate. Round
with the forced confessions in group ther- bag, dropped out a second story window, ran 3: Flat out refuse to get on the plane.
apy. But the day I nearly died because they through floodlights and sharp Texas brush to
wouldn’t give me medical attention was the get to the highway. I held my breath as I stuck I knew I was going somewhere awful. In my
darkest day I had there. out my thumb at the first approaching set time at San Marcos I heard just how bad it
I’ve suffered from asthma as long as I can of headlights thinking Please don’t be staff, could get. Anything on a ranch was a dan-
remember. Hospitals, nebulizers, prednisone please don’t be staff. It wasn’t staff. I was free ger zone, just one step above international
and inhalers were par for the course in my again. reform camps. I knew about beatings, sexual
childhood. One night I started getting a little assault, physical torture, isolation, and the
sick and requested inhalers. The nurse gave My freedom lasted for another eight months. occasional deaths. I was prepared to make
them to me and checked me after. Since I was Then one stupid, careless mistake landed me transporting me there as difficult as possible.
breathing OK then she decided I was faking. in the worst program I endured in all my time The escorts came, a Mormon husband
as a “troubled teen.” and wife team in a rental car. I hated them
The next day my breathing was even tighter. immediately. I sat in the back watching my
I dropped a communication request card While my peers busied themselves with ju- whole world disappear into the rearview mir-
out of my cell and into the hall. I told them I nior prom and the blissfully petty concerns of ror. I would never read my journals again, my
was having an attack and needed my meds. high school life I was planting roots in Port- clothes would be donated or sold and by the
The nurse was on another unit, they said, so I land, Oregon. Since my daring escape that time I returned a year later most of my friends
would have to just wait. spring I had crisscrossed the country up and would be dead.
In reality, they never called the nurse. It down, back and forth before finding a small
would be another half an hour until anyone home among other wayward street kids in A period of my life wiped off the planet in one
attended to me and only because I was limp the Pacific Northwest. fell swoop.
and unresponsive on the floor. I dropped the I was happy. I had kicked a meth habit on
card out again and again and again and again. my own and managed to find space to sleep I taunted the escorts. I asked where the other
Staff shouted down the hall to stop. My cell- in a small studio apartment with my girl- wives were and told them I was a practicing
mate watched as I paced around the room friend. Even though I rarely had money and Satanist. The man’s face flushed red and he
wheezing and trying to stay calm. My skin my girlfriend and I sometimes had to steal called me names before informing me 90% of
started buzzing and going numb from lack of the occasional bit of food from our neigh- the world was Christian. I laughed and asked
oxygen. I could barely feel the tears start roll- bors (I’m sure they knew) I had a place in the if he’d ever heard of India. Or the Middle East.
ing down my face. I was suffocating. Walking world. Most importantly, my life was my own. Or China. Or Northern Africa. I found some
became difficult. The last thing I remember as perverse delight in intellectually dominating
I lost consciousness was sliding down against Eking out a living underage on the streets this backwoods middle aged man. After he
the wall and hearing my cell mate’s voice far, means one of three things: turning tricks, snapped and yelled at me I slumped into the
far, far, far in the distance (in reality she was slanging drugs or good old fashioned thiev- backseat with my feet against the window.
right next to me) screaming “HELP! Her lips ery. My girlfriend dabbled in casual prostitu- I began tapping with my tiptoes and asked,
are blue! Help! Someone help!” tion while I sold the odd bag of weed or hit of “What if I broke this?”
acid. I wanted something else. I knew it was a “Is that your plan?”
I blacked out. dead end and a friend told me he could get I shrugged. “Maybe.”
me a job working at a pizza place.
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Wilderness ProgramS | PART THREE
The car swerved to the side of the road, locks sobbing and saying goodbye to myself while ror and sobbed at my image: drab, ill-fitting
went up and into the back burst a husky es- Rolling Stone’s “Ruby Tuesday” crooned from clothes and short, uneven hair framing a des-
cort, his frame rushing towards me. Behind the radio. Apparently I looked like I was tied perate and sad face. There was barely any-
my head his wife clicked the door lock down. up and we had another visit from the police. thing of me left.
I landed one backhand across his face as Of course, nothing happened.
he came at me but it was too much to fend Before you think to yourself that a haircut
off. He landed on top with a thud, using his Despite my protests, despite my struggle, we and change of clothes is no big deal, consider
forearm to choke me into submission. Tears pulled up to Sorenson’s Ranch School late how much of our identities are tied into these
welled from my eyes. I tried to scream but all that night. seemingly superficial things. An editorial in
that came out were mangled rasps. The more COLORS magazine said it succinctly:
I thrashed against him the harder he weighed My first glimpse of Sorenson’s Ranch School
on me. remains burned into my memory to this day. “If hair is language, capable of expressing ev-
I finally went limp. He pinned me there for While the other cabins and buildings hid un- erything from political rebellion to religious
a moment longer before getting off of me der cover of a mountainous rural winter dark- devotion to a choice of poor hairstylists, then
and back into the driver’s seat. ness, the main lodge sat illuminated under having no hair (or having no control over it) is
“Not such a smartass now, are ya?” the sickly amber glow of high pressure sodi- a kind of speechlessness. During World War II,
I touched my tender throat and wiped the um lights, speckles of snow softly interrupt- the Nazis reduced their prisoners to silence.
tears off my face. No words came out for him. ing its view. Defeated and numb I followed Today armies subordinate new recruits with a
I simply sat in shock for a little while. But I am my new captors inside and up to the stairs hair clipper; Iranian clerics control female sex-
nothing if not determined and soon came up where they made me trade the clothes on my uality by enforcing the veil; Japanese schools
with another monkey wrench. back (the last of my belongings) for wrangler instill discipline with the marugari, an imper-
jeans and a baggy green shirt: my uniform sonal buzz cut; and police mark criminals by
I had to pee and, no, it couldn’t wait. They were for the next eight months. My protests were shaving their heads (in a local twist on this
rightfully suspicious of me but their aversion greeted with the threat of a death-row style ancient punishment, Malaysian police single
to a urine stained rental car proved stronger orange jumpsuit and a week of solitary con- out illegal aliens by razing their eyebrows,
than their misgivings. When we pulled into finement. I acquiesced. making it impossible for them to find work in
the rest area both escorts turned to me and the country).”
said I had to follow everything they told me For the first couple of weeks my shoes were And that was the point of controlling our
to do. taken from me and I couldn’t go anywhere appearance: taking control of our minds and
They never told me I couldn’t mouth the without someone watching me. Sometimes who we were. This was one of many tactics to
words “HELP ME” to a stranger as we walked this was staff and other times I was given a break us down.
back to the car. Our little group looked suspi- PPMer, an acronym for Positive Peer Model.
cious to say the least: a tiny teenager sporting Basically, another student. At this point I was a veteran of the troubled
a buzzed head with two long locks in front teen industry. I had little less than a year un-
being flanked on either side by a redneck My first PPMer was a girl who had been on til my 18th birthday, that magical date that
couple in Wranglers. the ranch for over a year. We sat in the lodge would finally grant me my rights. My plan
As soon as he asked what was going on, by a large bay window so she could watch was to keep busy and stay out of trouble. Af-
the female escort tightened her grip on my her other charge: a 13 year old girl from Brazil ter the first month I figured out which guys
arm and started dragging me towards the sitting outside in the snow dressed only in an were smuggling drugs in through their con-
car. orange jumpsuit and flip-flops with a sleep- tacts in the next town. I knew which students
ing bag wrapped around her for warmth. were chronically in solitary confinement. I
I wasn’t going without a fight. I began scream- I learned that someone had brought back knew that I had to make up drug issues for
ing: “THEY’RE TAKING ME AGAINST MY WILL! drugs from a home visit and the staff were the “therapy group” (led not by a therapist
HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP ME!” Everyone in keeping her out there to force a confession. but by staff ) and spent each session talking
the rest area snapped to attention as I was about how much I loved meth, a destruc-
shoved into the backseat still screaming. I A tall lanky old cowboy strode towards where tive drug I came to despise after quitting on
pounded and tried to get out but to no avail. she sat. He bent over and began yelling at my own the year before. I knew one of their
No-one listens to a teenager. The people her. She cowered and tugged the sleeping stated goals for me was to go to college, my
in the rest area talked to the escort, accept- bag tighter around her shoulders. Then, he only way out before I turned 18, so I spent all
ed whatever he said and let us go. And even grabbed the back of her head and shoved her my time buried in books to get a high school
though someone called the cops, the officer into the snow before walking away. diploma at my own pace.
who pulled us over also let them continue on I later learned that man was the town’s Sher-
their way with me despite that fact the es- riff in addition to his employment at Soren- But the one thing they wanted to hear from
cort had no card identifying himself as a legal son’s Ranch School. me was that I was there because I was a bad
child kidnapper. kid. I knew they were wrong and tried to tell
I realized then how utterly powerless we were. my mother what was going on there. Unfor-
I began to give up hope. No-one would help They even took the last scrap I had of myself, tunately, all phone calls were monitored by
me. I had no rights. my rather unorthodox haircut, buzzed short counselors and I was silenced after trying to
all over except for long, front bangs. (Many tell her about the isolation cabin and the pun-
By the time we reached Idaho I felt defeated. years later I discovered Shane Sorenson, the ishments that went on there. My counselor
I lay in the backseat while they had a tire re- man with whom I pleaded to keep my hair- cut me off by hanging up my phone. “You’re
placed, facedown, arms folded across my cut, was under a court order not to work with getting too excited,” she said. “You can’t talk
chest, barefoot (they took my shoes), softly minors.) I stood in front of a bathroom mir- to your mother like that.”
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Wilderness ProgramS | PART FOUR
They wanted me to admit I was wrong and back in his chair. “Well, I’m inclined to believe down. She’d grown tired and started leaning
that my mother was right. That was the only the staff here. I think you two will just have against a wall. The staff in charge yelled at
thing I denied them. to go into solitary until you learn to tell the her to sit up straight and when she refused,
truth.” more staff members came in and forced her
That is, until D arrived on the scene. to “hold the wall” a physically taxing punish-
D was a tiny, sprite-like 13 year old girl. She My heart plummeted into my gut. I tried to ment where you leaned forward against a
arrived a month after me sporting the same protest but I knew it was useless. He radioed wall and held yourself at a 45 degree angle.
haircut as I had. I went out of my way to warn to the staff monitoring the isolation cabin and Because the girl was already tired her arms
her about the impending cut and we came told them to expect us. Aside from my arrival, gave way after several minutes and she slid
to find out we had friends in common in the I had only been threatened with solitary con- to the ground. Staff shouted at her to get up
outside world. This thread of commonal- finement one other occasion. My friend, who and she refused. I heard them tackle her with
ity proved to be a bond I couldn’t resist. We was openly lesbian, was slow dancing with D a thud and the screams grew louder, mixed
hugged each other and played with each at a (rare) social event in the lodge when they with tears and sobbing.
other’s hair, willing it to grow as fast as pos- were separated by staff. When they told me I remained still and upright in the seated
sible. We swapped stories and laughed. We I became incensed and demanded to staff position on the other side of that wall the
found some sense of unity in a world filled they be allowed to dance together since the whole time, only wincing slightly at her snot-
with arbitrary punishments, isolation and straight girls were doing the same thing. We drenched shrieking.
powerlessness. were quickly whisked to the upstairs attic of-
fice and shown three orange jumpsuits with By a stupid stroke of luck the next day, staff
Our friendship proved to be fodder for our our names on them if we pushed the issue, was shorthanded and took us into solitary
downfall. Two months after my arrival I was good for one week in the cabin for solitary confinement an hour late. I saw D come into
summoned to the attic office in the main confinement. the lodge for breakfast as we were about to
lodge. I ran into D on the way over, both of us be led out and in one quick hushed moment,
completely bewildered as to what was hap- The isolation cabin sat to the left of the main we stared in different directions pretending
pening. The only time you were called into lodge, tucked in among the cabins on the not to see each other while conversing under
that office was when you had broken one boy’s side. A long rectangular building with our breaths. She repeated everything she’d
of their hundreds of rules. We hadn’t done about eight to ten stalls along the back wall, confessed to and said she was sorry. I only
drugs, had sex, masturbated, snuck a phone a tiny bathroom on the far left, and a door on felt relief knowing I could be released from
call, plotted an escape, tattooed ourselves, each end of the wall opposite the stalls, each solitary that day.
been chewing gum, stealing or anything that of which was monitored by a small video cam- I went into the attic office for the fourth
could be considered a violation. Confusion era mounted on the ceiling. In addition to the time that week, shoulders slumped and
mixed with mild terror settled in as we sat cameras, a staff member sat at a desk across weary. Lies tumbled from my lips. I stared at
down in front of one of the head staff mem- from the stalls and made sure that students the floor while I told a middle aged man how
bers. sat upright on the tiny prison cot in each stall I had fingered my friend in the bathroom,
He sat in front of a wall of monitors feed- facing the blank back wall. Our hands were to kissed her many times and had sex with her
ing images from each stall of the solitary con- remain on our knees, our backs upright and in a cabin. Disgust welled inside of me like a
finement building. The screens inhabitants our mouths silent. broken sewer pipe, flooding my veins with
sat with their backs to the cameras, still and We stayed like this for 12-15 hours each self-loathing for having to say those things to
stiff in grayscale. On the floor at his feet was day before being allowed to sleep fitfully un- him.
a small garbage bin. He spat pistachio shells, der bright lights on the hard lockboxes in the
a contraband item to students, into the con- main lodge. D and I were allowed to remain “Doesn’t it feel good to finally tell the truth?,”
tainer and spoke slowly. “Do you know what in our uniforms instead of the bright orange he asked.
this is about?” My heart beat against my rib- death-row jumpsuits because we weren’t of-
cage. I had no idea. There were few things ficially being punished. Each morning, we I wanted to vomit.
more terrifying there than not having an were individually taken to the office again
answer to a question like that. We shook our and asked to confess to sexual activities that He sent me back to solitary to wait for my
heads no. never happened. When we refused we were counselor to pay me a visit. She and I hadn’t
sent back to solitary. spoken since I refused to grant my mother at-
Another shell hit the garbage, bounced off torney privileges over my educational trust
the rim and onto the floor. “I get to eat these Every chance I got, I whispered to D to stay fund, a trust set up in my father’s will meant
because I have privileges. You know how you strong, to not give in, to find strength in unit- to support me through higher education. I
get privileges? You follow the rules. I’ve been ed defiance. But she was only 13 and not yet was livid that they would use my money to
hearing from staff that you two have been hardened by these places. After three days keep me locked up. They were determined
breaking some rules.” Speechless, we looked of forced silence and immobility she broke and figured out how to access my funds de-
at each other and then blankly back at him. down and gave a false confession. spite my protests. I remember walking past
He continued: “People are saying they’ve the open door of an office where my thera-
seen you two touching each other. Seems I spent my last day in solitary betrayed pist (who only met with me on four occasions
you two have been having unnatural sexual and frightened. I didn’t know what D told over eight months), my counselor and anoth-
relations.” them and needed to make sure our stories er staff member counted out stacks of cash
I found my voice. “What? No, we haven’t matched. If I couldn’t give a similar account I on a table. As I stared, my therapist looked up
done anything like that. I swear we haven’t feared I’d remain in there indefinitely. and said, “I’m not talking to you, little missy,
done anything wrong!” D nodded in agree- As I wracked my brain for a solution, a since you won’t sign those papers.” I walked
ment. He put the pistachios aside and leaned girl in a neighboring stall had a defiant melt- away flushed with anger.
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Wilderness ProgramS | PART FIVE
But now I couldn’t muster anger. They’d bro- 6’ hole in the ground or fill another hole up. drug overdoses I was in a pit of loneliness. Ev-
ken me. My counselor came into the stall and Before I had arrived, kids were made to both erything I had before they took me to Soren-
sat down on the bed. She told me she was dig and fill the hole but a complaint to a child son’s Ranch School was gone: my friends, my
glad I had confessed and it represented prog- protection agency put a stop to that. enemies, my clothes, my journals, my art, my
ress. Then she repeated the question posed entire life wiped out in one night. I thought
so many times to me already: “Do you under- I kept to the rules and focused on getting out often of suicide. I tried talking to a therapist
stand why you’re here?” through college admissions. I turned a blind on campus but found the very act of therapy
I said the answer I knew they wanted. “I eye to the physical hold downs and punish- to trigger me. I wanted to drop out of college,
need to learn to listen to what my mother ments meted out to the lower levels and put wracked with guilt over my friend’s deaths.
says.” I began crying and continued with a all of my energy into getting myself out. I as- And there was no-one to talk to. I tried,
nugget of truth: “I just want to be good.” She cended quickly through the program and af- but the story is so intense that most people
hugged me and told me they’d let me out ter four more months I had earned my high look at me in a shock that I can’t handle. They
that day. school diploma, taken the SATs and been ac- don’t know what to say and the conversation
cepted to every college where I applied. inevitable stalls into an itchy silence.
After my release I was demoted to Level One. I was so good that they allowed me to go
Upon arrival, everyone was a Level Two but on campus tours with my mom that June. I I did my best to move on and forget. By
common knowledge held that part of the behaved. I didn’t run away, even when I had strokes of luck I found circles of loving people
program was demotion to the lowest level the chance. And that kind of behavior from who accepted me for all of my weird quirks
before being allowed to gain more privileges. a girl who had run away by jumping out of a and occasional emotional outbursts. Even-
Each level granted more freedom and was second story window the year before. I was tually I found a therapist that I could talk to
one step closer to being released. The day I too numb and broken and scared at that and I went on to get a Master’s Degree in a
was sent to solitary I was living in one of the point to do anything on my own. field I found mentally engaging. In short, lots
Level Two cabins but would now be demot- of love and acceptance combined with two
ed to the filthy and overcrowded Level One When I got back from college visits they kept years of weekly therapy sessions healed me
lodge, where I contracted a horrible fungal me for another month. I lived in a private over time.
infection on my feet from the dirty showers. trailer with other high-level girls off campus
Of course, I was made to sleep in the main and spent my time filling in for staff and su- This August marks the ten year anniversary
lodge for a week while staff debated whether pervising lower level students. When staff since my release.
or not I was a danger to the other girls. They wasn’t looking I tried to treat the other kids
said they were concerned I would sexually as- with kindness, telling them they could cry or
sault them. My self-esteem sank into oblivion. scream or jump around but to do it quickly THE HAPPY ENDING
because I’d have to take them back outside
But I persevered. I endured the physical pun- to sit on the fence. I spent my last month in My life is awesome right now. I have amaz-
ishments doled out to Level Ones, thankful for relative freedom there. My housemates and I ing friends who support and love me. I have
the winter that prevented too many long des- even rented an R-rated movie from the town nothing but opportunities in front of me
ert hikes. Every Friday night we did The Work- general store: The Matrix. right now and the future looks bright, though
out, a several hour test of physical endurance. It blew our caged little minds. We watched uncertain. Most importantly, I’m free. I can go
It started with laps around the gym, counting it three times, back to back to back. The idea where I want when I want with whomever I
off each one in unison. For every late person, that what we were experiencing wasn’t real want. This is all I ever really wanted in the first
we got five more laps. Every time they caught but a computer simulation was an intoxi- place and now I have it.
us cheating by skipping numbers, we had to cating one. We laughed hysterically at the
start over. After running there were burpees, thought that we had really been free this Above all else, getting through all that tur-
push-ups, sit-ups, jumping jacks, sprints, whole time. We held it with us like a warm se- moil showed me the extent of my unwaver-
duck-walks, crab-walks, kangaroo-walks, and cret. We also returned the movie as early as ing resilience.
wall-sits. After all that we were given 5 min- possible the next day for fear of reprisals.
utes to eat an apple, have a glass of water or
go to the bathroom. I use ‘or’ because there And just like that, I was released in August.
was never enough time to do them all. You I spent three weeks living with my mother.
could only finish one before repeating The The outside world frightened me. For the first
Workout over again. Then we went to bed to time in my life I was having nightmares and
sleep a bit before doing another workout at anxiety attacks. When I spoke, I did so look-
5am both Saturday and Sunday mornings. ing at the ground and covering my mouth
with my hand. A once ballsy young lady, I had
The Workouts usually took three hours, become sad and hesitant. Months of punish-
though any defiance or lagging by one per- ments, walking single-file in public with my
son would earn punishment for the whole hands behind my back, forced to avoid eye
group. I was told of one workout that lasted contact with outsiders and the constant fear
for over 7 hours. of physical assault for the catch-all “defiance”
During the rest of the week, we went violation had left me broken. I cried for no
on hikes or did forced labor on the ranch. If reason. People terrified me.
someone was still being defiant they had to
shovel piles of horse manure (wearing their By the time I went to college and found out
own shoes of course) or made to dig 2’x 6’ x most of my friends in Portland had died from
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Mighty mouse
by airandys | permalink
Two years ago, I had a mouse who sneaked its I tried to act quickly to make things right and did
way in somehow and took up residence inside my a Google search on the traps. It turns out that
stove. It was an older version with pilot flames for vegetable oil can be used to dissolve the glue
each set of burners; since it was winter outside and free the trapped victim. But I never did much
and the inner workings of the stove were usually cooking and didn’t have any vegetable oil, so as
quite warm and maze-like, I could see why he the mouse continued to helplessly struggle, I
liked it in there. ran down the street to the nearby 7-Eleven and
As hard as I tried, I couldn’t lure the mouse bought some vegetable oil. I then ran back and
out. I didn’t want a lowly, filthy rodent hanging poured some on the glue trap hoping to free the
around to create future unsanitary conditions poor guy.
and chewing on my things, and I also didn’t want But since his face and mouth were also stuck
to utilize the stove and end up burning the suck- to the glue, he began to breathe in/swallow the
er alive and having my place smell like a charred vegetable oil after I poured it on the trap base. My
animal. heart sank and I began to scream at the mouse,
“No! Don’t swallow the oil, stupid! Stop that! I’m
After a week of unsuccessfully trying to resolve only trying to help!” I desperately tried to pry his
the issue myself, I opted to call the landlord and legs free from the glue, hoping that the oil had
had him send someone to my place to deal with it. worked quick enough and hoping that if I freed
They ended up setting two kinds of traps around him right away, he’d stop ingesting the oil and
my apartment, a sticky glue trap and traps filled still live.
with poisoned pellet food. I knew both traps I couldn’t break him free without breaking
were meant to kill, but I didn’t care, I just wanted some part of him too. Helpless, I backed away
the little bugger gone. and watched as his chest heaved slower and
slower. There was nothing I could do and I was
Finally, one afternoon, I heard faint squeals com- filled with such a horrifying level of dread. A few
ing from the kitchen. I discovered the mouse, minutes passed, his chest stopped, and he was
stuck to one of the glue traps placed underneath dead.
the fridge. He had stepped on there to get the
food bits and immediately found all his legs I had inadvertently killed the mouse when all
stuck, as well as the tip of his face, as he bent I wanted to do was save him. I cannot describe
down to eat the food placed on the glue. how terrible that made me feel. Despite my best
Suddenly, I regretted having the traps and I intentions, I had failed and to this day I still feel
felt bad for the mouse, for a glue trap is meant to bad about it.
result in a slow death...they struggle as they can’t I ended up eventually putting him in a shoe-
break free and end up starving after a day or two. box and took him over to my parent’s house,
Seeing the tiny 4 inch-long creature stuck there, where they have a garden that I was able to bury
I suddenly realized I didn’t really want the poor him in. I made a little cross marker for where he
guy to die, I just wanted him to leave my apart- was and etched into the wood “Mighty Mouse.”
ment.
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I WAS SEVEN when Mt.
Saint Helens erupted
by manosrellim | permalink
Mount St. Helens erupted on May 18, 1980, at 08:32 Pacific Daylight Time. Here’s how I remember the experience.
The drive out of the Mt. Saint Helens national park was fright-
ening. Within minutes of the thunderous rumbling, the ash
plume enveloped the mountain completely. We stuffed the
tent and everything else into the VW bus. As soon as we had
squeezed ourselves in, we drove off. It was now darker than
I’d ever seen, and pumice began falling from the sky. I re-
member a large piece cracking the windshield. The road out
was treacherous under normal circumstances.
Now we could barely see the see the taillights of the car that
was only 10 or so feet ahead of us, nor the edge of the wind-
ing, single-lane logging road. To make matters worse, there
was a steep drop off on the left side of the road. My friend’s
grandpa tried his best to watch the edge out the side of the
van, and hollered warnings and advice to my friend’s dad,
who struggled to keep the van on the road. The going was
excruciatingly slow. We made our way out of the national
park with a line of hundreds of other volcano “watchers”.
AUG 2011 26
A waiting wife
by crime_and_oats | permalink
Working at my retail job, I get to know One of them would sometimes over ex- The rest of the week I thought about her.
most of the regulars... tend the 15 minute time frame, leaving About them. I convinced myself that he’ll
There was an elderly couple who I start- the other waiting in-front of the desk. walk in with her, his hand in hers, smiling,
ing recognizing from only a few weeks in Not that either of them minded, plus next Sunday. I was wrong. She does the
from starting there. It wasn’t too difficult there were magazines they’d read. Once same routine as the last Sunday. She waits
since they would try to talk to most em- re united they’d combine their goodies for her missing husband. Goddammit, I
ployees before they even started shop- into only one shopping cart, and if the was on the verge of tears.
ping (they especially wanted to get to goodies didn’t all fit into one they would
know me, the new guy), always bright- compromise on what to give us back Four Sundays pass. The hope of the week
ening up our otherwise dull Sunday (he usually had to compromise a bit of thinking about them diminishes. She
morning. They’d come in around 10:30 more than she did). A sort of old timer persists with the same routine. She waits.
every week holding each others hand budgeting. They’d check out, and if they She waits until someone or something
and smiling, presumably after church or bought candy or other goodies they’d tells her its time to check out and go, her
breakfast, and crack incredibly well wit- rip open the bag and give some to their husband isn’t coming. Why must she wait?
ted responses to whatever we were con- cashier. Said their goodbyes and seeya
versing about. We’d share stories, their’s next weeks, and leave as they entered... I request Sunday mornings off. I ask a
much more intriguing then any of ours holding hands and smiling, but this time coworker that worked the next Sunday
could ever be. They’d ask how each of us sharing the burden of pushing a cart. morning I had off about her. “She didn’t
how we were doing, how whatever they come in” he said. “You sure? You know
heard us say last week turned out, etc. About six months into this job, I started who I’m talking about right?” “Yeah, she
They simply cared. Him with his slouch- noticing a decline of health in both of didn’t come in.”
ing posture, dated 1980s glasses with them. They just didn’t seem themselves.
tinted red lenses, and bald top with gray We’d ask how they were doing, giving us And so, for some stupid reason I’ve asked,
hair surrounding underneath. Her with a “just fine” being more concerned about and still ask, if either one of them came in
perhaps a tacky floral purse by today’s how we were doing. The misses started the previous Sunday of every week since
standards, dyed blondish hair that fights forgetting things more. He’d ask if she then and get the same “no” every-time.
off the grays, and one of those faces you got insert product here, and she would Every time. The most humblest, modest,
can easily tell how beautiful she was either say “oh no” or “I don’t know.” The nicest, caring, loving, and I’m sure plenty
without the wrinkles (not saying she’s mister moved slower and slower. of other adjectives that are beyond my
horrid with the wrinkles, but). They were vocabulary- couple I have ever had the
Jump to three months ago.
probably the most well treated custom- chance to meet are missing. And now I’m
ers we ever had and possibly will have, Her other half didn’t walk in with her. An the one waiting.
since they were the customers that empty hand. A not so big smile. Oh, may-
treated us the best. I even requested to be he’s just busy or something. Hope-
work Sunday mornings. fully. She talks to us, her I’m guessing
Alzheimer’s clearer than ever. She starts
Once our conversations and the laugh- repeating things. Something clicked
ter died down, they’d say something and she decided it was time for her to
along the lines of “we’ll catch ya in a few” go shopping. 15 minutes pass and she
and then told one another where they shows up to the front of the service desk.
were going and to meet back here (the Flipping through magazines, waiting for
customer service desk) in 15 minutes- him. How do we tell her she didn’t walk
usually giving each other a quick kiss on in with him? How do we tell her that she
the cheek before parting ways. He went forgot? We don’t know. Then a new ca-
for the groceries (mostly for beer and shier a few minutes later, oblivious to
junk food) or hardware, she went for the who this woman is, asks if she’s ready to
cosmetics, clothing, or health products. check out. She says “oh yes, sorry.” She
Each with their own shopping cart go- said oh yes sorry! She’s checking out! A
ing separate ways down the waxed floor. weak sigh of relief.
AUG 2011 27
/pics
AUG 2011 28
Took my niece to the safari today...
Photo by psychomar
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AUG 2011 29
Water drop falling in front of MC Escher sketch
Photo by smsilton
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AUG 2011 30
Lights moving inside a clothes dryer
Photo by PopeTheoskeptik
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AUG 2011 31
Zissou painting
Painting by seefresh
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AUG 2011 32
Asked a friend to take photos of me skydiving. This is the only one he took.
Posted by damnrooster
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AUG 2011 33
Redditbot
Digital painting by theeespacepope
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Medium: I fleshed out the basic composition on a piece of paper and drew on top of that
in Photoshop CS3. As far as brushes go, I mostly use the default PS brushes. If you’re still
learning you shouldn’t worry about brushes; instead focus on learning about composition,
lighting etc. Different brushes are just the icing on the cake.
Time: It took me about 7 hours to complete this, of which a lot was trial end error. I didn’t
stress it since there wasn’t a deadline.
Education: I’m self-taught, but I have drawn for as long as I can remember. Practicing is defi-
nitely super important. ConceptArt.org is a great site for anyone who needs help getting
better.
Bonus: There are a few little reddit/meme references in there; can you find them?
AUG 2011 34
Accidental Western Scene
Photo by gregjsmith
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AUG 2011 35
Old photos my Grandfather took at Buchenwald Concentration Camp
Posted by KoalaBoy | Text by LightningTH [brother]
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My grandfather is an American
and was a mechanic during the
war, so he was not on the immedi-
ate front line, but close to it. Hours
after the camp was liberated, a
group of solders came back and
told anyone with a camera to get
on the truck. They were not told
why. Upon arriving they were told
to take as many picture as pos-
sible.
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Buchenwald | part THREE
AUG 2011 38
My mom with her pet anteater, Claude.
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CONTENTS
/askreddit
04 WHAT IMPROVES THE QUALITY OF LIFE?
05 MOST FRUSTRATING THING SAID BY
A COMPUTER ILLITERATE PERSON?
06 06 WHAT’S SO GREAT ABOUT SPACE?
08 WHAT MEALS SHOULD EVERYONE
SPACE /ama
EXPLOR-
11 MY HOBBY IS CARVING COINS
13 I AM A PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR
ATION?
15 I VISITED NORTH KOREA
19 I AM JERRY ON PARKS & REC
/stories
21 ROME, SWEET ROME
25 MONKEY TRIBE
26 BUTCHERFACE
I am a 31 FIVE MINUTE WRITING CHALLENGE
Private /ASKREDDIT
LIFE HACKS:
/pics
Investigator
A TRULY EPIC 13 32 SMURF REIMAGINED
33 ROLLIN’
COLLECTION 34 MY BABY BOY
35 PORTRAIT OF MY PUGS
36 SPIDER IN MY PARKING GARAGE
37 PHOTO RESTORATION
38 AWKWARD FAMILY PHOTO
PHOTO OUT CAR WINDOW
TURTLE TRACKING SYSTEM
SWEET
46 TOFUKU-JI GARDEN
47 BATTLE TURKEY
15
ROME
MY PERFECT FAMILY PORTRAIT
48 DRAW AN OWL
KOREA 21 /jokes
/askreddit 4
submitted by Smachimo
“Ever since you fixed that paper jam my computer has been ‘’Are the numbers also capitalized?’’
running slower” ...sigh...yes they are...sure...
-ShartFlex -yourwrongtheirright
Doing tech support at an ISP, person said “My computer won’t A couple of years ago I was helping this lady over the phone.
turn on, your internet is broken.” I asked them to check the She told me she was trying to get her webpages onto her
back of the computer to see if the plug was in. They replied new laptop. It took me a couple of minutes to find out that
“I can’t see the back of the computer, it’s dark in here” I said she was in fact attempting to transfer her IE favorites from her
“Well turn on the light then.” Reply “Well... the power is out.” old computer to the new one she just purchased. I almost shit
-chance909 myself when, upon further inquiry, I discovered she was trying
to accomplish this by printing out pictures of websites and
scanning them into her new computer. When I tried to explain
Me: What Operating System you using?
to her that this wasn’t the best way to accomplish this task, she
Friend: It’s Dell Inspiron. insisted I transfer her to “someone who knew what they were
-HmmNoWays talking about and was familiar with this process.”
-velvetcake
“Shut up. I was working with computers before you were even
born; I probably know more about them than you ever will.”
“I need all of those tool bars.”
-My dad, who has not owned a computer for 20 years and
- musebag
doesn’t even know how to use Google.
-jwaldo
My dad called me a Twat because I opened a new tab.
“But if I’m not on the AOL browser, I can’t check my email” - hovisloaf
-moar_things
I helped an old man working on a laptop over the phone. He
“Turning it off and back on can’t fix the problem. It doesn’t was working on an oil pipeline near Deadhorse, Alaska. He
change anything. That’s stupid. It would be like restarting a didn’t know where the start menu was and I asked him to go to
car because the brakes stopped working.” the bottom left on his desktop to which he responded, “I TOLD
-batly YOU I HAVE A GOD DAMNED LAPTOP!”
-Kboruff
Hands down the worst tech support question I’ve ever gotten
was, “What does ‘lol’ mean?” BITCH, THAT’S NOT WHAT WE
I think this
ARE FOR.
-dorekk
is a virus, so
I forwarded it
My mother asked me how to save YouTube videos to her
computer so she could attach it to an email and send it to all to you.
her friends. Yes, she’s that person.
-Sushispook
-tendonut
/askreddit 6
07
SPACE
EXPLORATION?
permalink Written by zelmerszoetrop
•
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cookie sheet. Throw in 425ºF oven for stir. Cook diced meat on a very high heat, well, with minimal loss of quality. Heck, it
about 10-15 minutes, knock heat down and set aside. Cook veggies very quickly often tastes better after sitting in the fridge
to 400 and cook until tender. on a high heat, add spices and sauces and for a day and reheating. Additionally once
Roast Chicken:
the meat again, stir. • If you’re adding
rice or noodles in add that for a minute
you get a few basics it’s even relatively fool
proof.
Wash chicken, remove giblets, and
or so and serve, or just serve it over rice
season inside with garlic powder, The basics of braising are:
kosher salt, and pepper. • Place in
oven preheated to 475 for about 20-
or on its own if you’ve already got heaps
of stuff in there. • Spices and sauces: • Get a cheap cut of meat, bone-in
25 minutes. •Now take some of the
bastings, mix in a mug with paprika, and
Nearly anything! Soy sauce, honey, sugar,
salt, vinegar, mustard, fish sauce, chilies,
or bone out is fine but you want it to
have a lot of connective tissue in it,.
•
brush over chicken. After 30 minutes
reduce heat to 350 and cook for an hour
chili sauces, cayenne pepper, cumin...
whatever you like the taste of. Note
This will break down as it cooks and
give the meat and sauce body. •
Beef
longer, brushing chicken with paprika that all of the above can be bought for or pork works well. Chicken thighs and
and juice every 20 minutes. pretty cheap. • Meat: Nearly anything!
Really cheap chicken, like thighs. Pork’s
legs can be used but cooking time is
much shorter. • Get aromatic veggies,
Steak: great. Prawns and mussels are incredible carrots, celery, onions (classic mire
Buy a good steak and leave it out of the poix.) Others are fine too, I generally
refrigerator for an hour or until it’s room
value too. Marinate them in something
add a bit of garlic to everything. Get •
temperature. • Pat it dry, salt on each
side, and throw in sizzling hot pan with
vinegary before cooking to make them
extra tender. And it’s a good way to use herbs: thyme, a couple of bay leaves.
Parsley is good too including the stems
up an extra steak or leftover chicken
butter for 5 minutes a side for medium Get liquid: I generally do a mix of stock
•
rare. Let rest for five minutes. from the night before. It also adds much
• and wine, with 3 or 4 parts stock to 1 part
- madchen88
needed flavour to tofu. Veges: Again,
nearly anything! Carrots, capsicum, wine. • Get seasonings: Season meat
with salt pepper or whatever particular
zucchini, potato. Spinach works great.
Some folks like corn, I’m not a huge fan •
blend you like. Get fire: sear the meat.
This is just for the browning and flavor,
The fluffiest eggs you’ll but I get it. And because it’s all mixed in
not any hippie sealing in of juices. After
ever have in your life: together, it doesn’t matter if it’s a weeks’
worth of odds and ends from the fridge. searing, I start by deglazing the pan with
Cold pan, 1-1.5 tbsp of Real butter, 2-3 a little wine, to get the yummy bits up.
eggs max, put on stove, fire up stove
on high, and move it around with
For the oil, peanut or canola is best, as it
has a high smoke point and you want the • Get ready: to wait 4-6 agonizing
•
spatula like a risotto. Never let it burn pan to be hot. Peanut oil contains more hours while your house is filled with the
or brown. • When it starts to cook,
move it away from the heat and keep
saturated fat though. But folks, we aren’t
opening a restaurant here. It’s cooking
best smell in the world. Basically after
deglazing I toss in some of the veggies,
for yourself and maybe a couple of other then toss in the meat and then more
moving the eggs around. If it slightly veggies around the sides and pour in my
sticks to the pan but is not burn/brown, folks. So olive oil will work just fine.
you can work some magic. • When it
stops cooking, reheat. On and off the
- Pete_venkman mix of wine and stock til it’s about half
•
way up the meat. Get cooking: Cover
your roasting pan, or pot with aluminum
heat until it is almost done, but always
keep moving it. •Add freshly ground
salt and pepper, fresh chives, mix it, and
foil as tightly as you can, basically you
want the juices in there to steam the
meat that is not being submerged in the
finally take it off the stove and mix in liquid. Cook 4-6 hrs at 275ºF.
a dollop of fresh cream or something - realgenius13
cold to stop the eggs from cooking.
Milk works, more cold butter if you’re in
a pinch.
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Omelette:
Crack 3 eggs into a cup. Add splash
of milk, salt, and pepper. Whisk with
a fork until uniform. • Melt thick
Fried Rice:
Get a wok. • Add about 1/4 - 1/2 cup oil (anything but olive.) Heat it up until it’s pretty
pad of butter in smallish sauté pan
• •
hot. Crack an egg or two into the oil, and stir it. The egg should cook quickly, and since
over medium heat Throw some
•
you’re stirring it it will cook into thin strips. When the egg is about 75% done and still
mushrooms, diced ham, and a large
•
runny, pull it out and set it aside. Add a few cups of day old rice from the refrigerator.
spoon full of pico de gallo into pan. (Or
•
Being day old and refrigerated is a key here. Add whatever vegetable or meat you
anything you want.) Give it a couple of
• •
want. I like frozen carrots and peas as well as some diced ham. Sprinkle with soy sauce
minutes. Reduce heat to med/low.
•
and stir it all up. Let it cook until everything is hot and steamy, stirring occasionally. •
Pour in egg mixture. In exactly 103
seconds, the edges will start to firm
Add more soy sauce until it’s brown like you’d expect.
Enjoy! - insta-herpes & decodersignal
•Finally, stir the egg back in. •
up. Lift an edge with a spatula, then
tilt the pan toward lifted edge; this will
allow uncooked portion to run into the
•
space under the spatula. After doing
the spatula think roughly 3 times, Quesadillas:
you’re ready for the cheese. Layer one Buy a block of whatever cheese you like, if you need a blend of white and yellow cheeses,
half with either a sharp cheddar or buy two blocks and get to shredding. Find good flour tortillas. Ideally you can get some
monterey jack. • Now for the flip:
work that spatula under the non-
fresh made tortillas at a local restaurant. I recommend Mariposa and Mission tortillas for
bigger brands.If you're going to make this for more than a single snack, you're going to
cheese side of the omelet and flip it need variety.
onto the half with cheese. If spectators I don’t condone it, but some feel it
Chop up a couple peppers/capsicums, appropriate. Use at your own discretion.
are present, immediately pan-flip the
folded omelette so the other side
(cheese side) is facing up. Nonchalantly
onion, hot chiles, spinach, tomatoes,
• Get a bag of chips for the extra salsa
chicken, beef, shrimp, and about and guac and you’re good to go. If you
anything else you would consider really must buy your salsa, find something
say something like “it’s all in the wrist.”
• Plate and serve. Nothing fancy- if
putting in an omelette or on a pizza. • that doesn’t resemble tomato paste.
You can keep the chopped vegetables in Get some thin strips of boneless chicken •
you have a basil plant, tare a leaf off as a
garnish and voila.
- galactica_actual
sealed containers for quick access on a breast, thawed of course. Shake some
•
lunch break. If you want the meat stored salt on two sides of the meat and pepper
in similar containers, be sure to cook it on only one side (as is tradition), to taste.
before storing. •Make your quesadilla.
• Get three bowls ready with: Flour // One
Pan --> Tortilla --> Cheese --> Fillings --> egg, beaten nicely + one cup milk mixed
More Cheese --> Tortilla . . . . . . . . . . flip.
• •
in //Breading Dip chicken pieces in the
Now you are halfway finished. You flour, covering evenly with a thin layer
have an important choice to make: You Dip chicken in egg/milk mixture, once
can throw away all of your hard work and again covering evenly with a thin layer
pour Pace salsa on it, or you can garnish and allowing any excess yolk to drip off
your lunch like a gentleman with real
condiments. • Cover this with the breading--the
my hobby is
CARVING
COINS
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There is a rich
& colorful history
surrounding the
hobo nickel...
During the Great Depresion, hobos would cut beards
and hats onto the nickel and trade for a warm meal or
a nights lodging. They used the buffalo nickel because
a nickel was easy enough to come by and was much
thicker than other coins.
/ama 12
i am a
Private
InvestigAtor
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Do you wear a fedora and overcoat? arm in arm, looking like they’re about to have a grand old time.
Not on the job. I HAVE them, but more out of a sense of whimsy My partner and I head back to the house, snickering all the way.
than anything else. See, the classic PI image of the fedora and The kicker? The guy turned out to be faithful as can be. He di-
trench coat comes from the classic pulp stories, which were vorced his wife after HE received pictures from a DIFFERENT
made in the 30s to 50s sort of deal. Most guys wore fedoras Agency of her at the motel on that very night.
back then - they didn’t stand out. PIs wore them so they could
tail people without sticking out so much. My partner and I met up with the other guys working
the husband’s side and had a coffee and a good laugh.
On the job, I stick with common clothes. Cargo pants
and a hoodie, mostly, sometimes jeans and a T-
Another story?
shirt. You dress for comfort and mobility, just in case.
There’s this lady, has a small hair salon in the city. Loyal
clientele, decent area downtown. Only has one employee,
how riveting is your internal monologue? a young girl fresh out of cosmetology school. They work to-
I like to think pretty riveting. I’ll admit I love the old novels and gether Monday through Friday. Saturdays, the girl works alone;
sometimes think of the classic Noir detectives when I work, and lady takes day off. Closed sundays.
smile.Not many role models for PIs that aren’t fictitious,you know?
The lady comes to us telling us that for about two months now,
What sort of equipment do you use?
her till is coming light for monday’s balance. She figures the
young girl could be stealing - she’s young and doesn’t make
Binoculars, coffee, cigarettes, my cell phone, and a notebook.
much, after all. So she gets me in. I tell the lady the best way to
go is to set up a hidden camera or two. She consents, and I get
Have you worn costumes at times? Wigs, glasses, them set up late friday night (or early saturday morning, de-
moustaches, different sets of clothes, etc?
pending on your perspective). I come in sunday to review the
Not wigs, but yes to everything else. I find hats work better footage with the key the lady gave me, and I see what’s hap-
than wigs, and look less fake. I have impersonated a home- pening.
less guy, drunk guy, frat boy, businessman, delivery man.
To name a few. See, turns out, in the afternoon, the lady’s 20-year-old son comes
in, hangs out for a bit, clearly flirting with the girl. I knew they
were flirting - you don’t have to be a body language expert to
What was your most surprising discovery?
see the signs they’re putting off.
This is one of my favourite stories to tell.
The girl goes to the bathroom after a customer leaves, and
I’m working another marital infidelity case (they pay the bills.) BAM. Kid goes into motion with a fluid grace that bespeaks an
This woman thinks her husband is chasing somene, and wants old routine. He whips a key out of his pocket, with a hand on
to be able to confront and divorce him over it. The woman the bell (external bell on this one) so it doesn’t chime. He pock-
had stated that she thought he was leaving late at night, but ets three twenties right of the top, closes the till, sits back in his
as they had separate bedrooms (I know, in this day and age?), chair, playing with his cell phone. Girl comes back, like nothing
she couldn’t absolutely confirm. So we stake out his house, and happened, and they flirt for a bit. Then the guy’s phone goes off.
watch their SUV leave around 11PM, around an hour after all I figure after he pockets the cash he sets an alarm so he has an
the house lights are out. excuse to “answer” his phone and have to leave.
We follow it to a sleazy motel (you know the kind, beds by the A bit surprised, I go monday morning to meet with the owner
hour), figuring we broke the case on day one. When instead of of the shop, footage burned to CD in tow. I tell her what I found,
hubby getting out of the SUV, it’s the wife. She meets this pretty and she flips. Refuses to believe her son would do that. Tells me
young woman in the lobby and they go up to the hotel room, to leave, take my cameras out of the salon immediately.
/ama 14
I hastily remove the cameras, with the lady still harping at me, What’s the trickiest situation you’ve found
and just as I’m bundled and about ready to go, the son walks in. yourself in?
I remember the exchange perfectly. Had a guy with a loaded needle cornering me, and I knew he
was Hep C positive. He thought I was a cop. I told him I wasn’t,
Son: “Oh, hey, mom... what’s up? Customer this early?”
and if he let me go, there’d be no charges laid. Then I explained
Mother: “Mr. [SPADE] here was just leaving, with his cameras that if I WAS cop, I couldn’t say I wouldn’t press charges and then
(she says the last pointedly at me).” do it anyways, he agreed and let me go, agreeing I wasn’t a cop.
Son: “Look mom, I can explain, I was low on cash...”
But I was a liar. He got picked up and charged with assault by
There were a few beats of silence, the mother abrupt- yours truly within ten minutes. I love cops. They handle all the
ly stricken and me stifling a hearty laugh. I remove the most dangerous shit for me.
CD from my pocket, hand it to the woman, and say “Looks like
you two have some talking to do.” Say you get hired for a marital infidelity case. Trails that lead to
witnessing the fact: case closed. But if you don’t find anything
I walked out, and never spoke to her again. But she did send a
suspicious, how long will you be looking?
cheque and it did clear.
Basically, we agree to follow for a certain amount of time, and
follow up any leads. If the time runs out and we have nothing,
Ever found anything so messed up you just the client can end the contract or have us keep looking. After a
immediately went to the cops? Or heard of that?
certain point, we would say the likelihood of us finding some-
Had a partner walk into a hotel room to find a dead body. Heart
thing is slim, because as much as we like more paycheques,
attack. That warrants a jangle to the ol’ 5-0.
treating your customers fairly is important.
NORTH
trip to North Korea at the end of Au-
gust booked with Koryo Tours, and
it was an absolutely surreal experi-
ence. I got to travel around the coun-
try with only myself and my two North
KOREA
Korean minders and a driver. Going by
myself let me create a fairly unique itiner-
ary and let me visit the typical places while
also heading off into the countryside to
less-travelled areas like the east coast cities
of Wonsan and Hamhung, where even my
guides had never been. Having seen eve-
rything from the government sanctioned
I just returned from a 7 night long "solo" trip monuments to typical life in the North
to North Korea at the end of August booked Korean countryside as we drove from
with Koryo Tours, and it was an absolutely one place to the next, I have to say
it was a truly incredible experience and
surreal experience. an unparalleled ground level view of just
how the country works.
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/ama 16
There is
virtually
zero outside “They’ve fired into our Did they dictate what you were allowed to
information waters constantly, and
we’ve warned them not
take photos of, or give Any specific rules for
At one point he lamented that their news does not give them much
information on the outside world. I decided to ask him why, and he
answered that he simply did not know. That was very interesting. All
the pieces of the puzzle are there, but they simply cannot make the
leap to put them into place. The view of ordinary citizens would be
incredibly narrow. There is virtually zero outside information coming
in that isn’t from government sources. At most, they would be able to
get a glimpse of the outside world if they watch smuggled Chinese
or South Korean media or entertainment, or have an inkling feeling
that everything isn’t just quite right in paradise.
At the border they have one of their customs agents look through Did you look for or find any bugs, cameras,
all of the photos on your camera and delete any that they don’t like. etc in your rooms while there?
The picture of the can at the end of the gallery was one he actually
Yup, didn’t manage to find any.
deleted, but I used a photo recovery program to get it back.
However, there were half-hidden doors into the wall next to my room
that could be entered from the hallway at the Yanggakdo Hotel,
How much did it cost?
which was somewhat creepy. Pretty sure it was never used, but there
I went with an individual tour, so it cost more than it otherwise would
was a North Korean who was in the room across from me who was
have. Going with Koryo Tours is a bit pricier than the DPRK tour com-
there like 24/7 watching TV or stuff, and I’m pretty sure tracking the
panies, but they give you better access within the country. For 7
movements in and out of the room for me and the 1-2 other foreign-
nights it cost me over 3000$ USD.
er rooms in that wing.
I am Jim O’Heir,
or “Jerry” on
Parks &
Recreation
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I think every actor brings a bit of How is being a continuing actor on an audition you’re given material from
themselves to every role, so I can’t say that a show different from just having a the show and you learn it and make your
any of us are super close to our characters, small role on individual episodes? “acting” choices. But with Curb, they just
but there are some similarities. Do you enjoy working with the same gave me a sentence that outlined a story
people for a season? they were going for. I walked into the room,
Daaaammmnnn Jerry, you fell in a Being a series regular is fucking awesome! and there was Larry David and all the
creek for a burrito? What would you The job of an actor is to always be looking producers. Very intimidating. I must have
do for a Klondike bar, for the next job. As a regular you can just done OK because I got the job. The day of
kill your wife? breathe a little and not worry about the the shoot you are again told what they’re
I can’t even begin to tell you what I’d do next audition. I love working with the going for, and then just start improvising.
for a Klondike bar. Killing my wife is just same people. You have to realize that it’s When things start flowing they’ll tell you
one of many. not just the cast we’re with all day. There’s to stick with this or that. Larry just sort of
about a hundred and fifty other people sits off to the side and does his own thing.
How much ad-libbing versus sticking involved who make the show what it is. To Lots of crossword puzzles if I remember
to the script is there on the show? get to see them all every day and laugh correctly. Jeff Garlin is one of the sweetest
We definitely do some ad-libbing but and joke around is just amazing. To play men ever.
I have to tell you that the writing is so one character for multiple seasons is also
strong on the show that we usually stick fun, because you can watch the growth Shut up, Jerry.
to the script. Also, we do what we call a over the years. Aw, geeze. I’m sorry guys.
“fun run” after we finish every scene and
that’s where we get to try whatever we What was it like working on Curb
want. Can’t begin to tell you how much Your Enthusiasm?
fun that is. Curb was really interesting. Even the
audition was totally different. Usually on
SMARTPHONES
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/stories 21
ROME,
SWEET
ROME
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[ DAY ONE ]
ing armies. The appearance of a small but apparently compe- crews discovered. Soon, demands for information will come. Af-
tent armed force — with a vast array of what appears to be bi- ter that would come the realization that any of these men had
zarre siege machinery — on his land makes him fear the worst. the power and knowledge to lead a kingdom in this world. “We
He dispatches several spies to monitor the visitors and orders need a mission, and fast,” Nelson says. “Or we’re going to disin-
his retainers to avoid the camp. He also sends messengers to his tegrate and spread a civil war over this empire that’ll leave it in
co-conspirators in the Senate. At noon, two Sea Knight helicop- such ruins the Mongols won’t bother stopping here a thousand
ters roar over Rome at 12,000 feet. years from now.”
Stunned, the pilots swoop in lower and lower. After a half-hour Delacroix steps forward and says, “Colonel, I may have an idea.”
of sight- seeing, coming in as low as 1,000 feet, they can no long- As the conference progresses, a slight man is plucked from the
er deny the evidence of their eyes — this is not the place or time swamp by two Marine sentries. His insistent declarations are in
they had occupied the day before. They leave to report. Behind no language they recognize, although Private Hector Menen-
them, they leave a city in chaos, as terrified Romans flee the aw- dez finds something eerily familiar about it. What he wants is
ful creatures in the sky. Sacrificial pyres fill the city with smoke, easy enough to understand, however — he wants to be taken to
and priests of every religion shout in the streets. their leader.
Imperator Augustus Caesar observes all of this, first as the Senate And 50 miles to the east, the Praetorian Guard assembles at the
empties in the middle of a speech and then on horseback as he head of a hastily assembled force of volunteers and grey-headed
grimly follows the creatures to the city’s borders at the head of veterans recalled to the standard. A banner snaps in the wind.
a growing body of horsemen. As they recede into the distance, A horn blows, drums roll, and 10,000 men begin marching west.
Augustus whirls and begins snapping orders. The horsemen
vanish, and soon the city militia is calling for order. The three
cohorts of the Praetorian Guard march from their barracks. 1,000
[ Day FOUR ]
men take up station on the western edge of the city, while 2,000
more restore order, cracking heads where necessary. Caesar re- The slight man is Sixtus Murena, the son of Senator Murena. It
turns to the Senate, where Murena and a few men exchange took most of the night, but his offer has emerged: the Republi-
knowing glances. “My fellow Romans,” he says simply, “those can faction of the Senate is willing to offer the 35th MEU a siz-
were machines, not creatures. I’ve seen enough campaigns to able fiefdom in return for attacking the Praetorian Guard and
know the difference.” Grizzled military veterans in his audience toppling Augustus. Through his interpreters, Colonel Nelson
are smart enough not to dwell long on the difference between remarks dryly that a decision like that is above his pay grade.
their field experience and his.
The Praetorian Guard covered five miles on Day 3, and another
“It appears, gentlemen of the Senate, that we have a war on our twelve on Day 4 — a third of the distance to the 35th MEU’s
hands.” camp. Augustus himself is in the camp. He is also reviewing a
steady stream of messages. Emissaries have been dispatched to
every governor in the empire to be on alert, but only two legions
[ Day THREE ] have been recalled — Augustus is firm in rejecting rumors
of supernatural powers and his calm, measured response
Nelson and his command staff are stunned. Not one is helping to soothe terrified Romans. The Senate has au-
of his men speaks more than a dozen words in Latin. thorized the formation of two new legions from veter-
Nelson begins assembling a list of possible inter- ans of the Civil Wars. The question of their command is
preters from his Spanish-speaking soldiers, and at a prickly one — Augustus has no desire to inflame the
the suggestion of a classically minded major he Senate by promoting
adds the dozen or so Marines fluent in German. one of his favorites,
but with the Praeto-
He pores over the inventories. His aviation fuel A BANNER SNAPS rians on the march
won’t last longer than six months, the high-oc-
tane fuel necessary to run the Humvees maybe
IN THE WIND. A he cannot leave a Re-
another year after that. He knows that he could HORN BLOWS, publican in charge
of the only military
technically rig machines to run on wood gas or DRUMS ROLL, force in Rome itself.
even coal, but that seems highly impractical. AND 10,000 He assigns General
He has ammunition. He has fuel. He has food. Marcus Agrippa to
He has medical supplies. But he doesn’t have MEN BEGIN
head the new Legio
that much of any of these things. The 35th MEU MARCHING I Italica, and leaves
was going to be dependent on a vast logistical WEST. the question of the
pipeline from the first day of its deployment. He second legion’s com-
commanded one of the most powerful, terrifying mander open for the moment, tasking Agrippa only
forces in the world — especially in what appeared to with overseeing its formation. Neither will be ready
be its new (old?) world — but it was one with a short for deployment within a month.
half-life.
Two Marines vanish from Camp Tiber (one of several unoffi-
He calls in a few of his senior commanders. And Delacroix. A cial names, along with Camp America, Camp Future, and Won-
decision has to be made soon. The men are increasingly terrified derland; Nelson is too busy to bother with an official one yet), as
and stunned by whispers of what the sequestered Sea Knight
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does one Afghan national. It is assumed they have He repeats his orders. They will advance and parley.
struck out in search of adventure, or even in hopes of The Romans move forward. They are still far from
reaching their homes. Colonel Nelson is forced to or- bowshot, and his reflexes are honed by years of civil
der sentries to shoot to kill anyone entering or leav- war against his fellow Romans. He expects the call to
ing the camp. parley, not a fight. He has a hundred paces to go.
At 4 in the afternoon, with humid temperatures roasting Negotiations must begin. Nelson selects six men to head
American and Roman alike, a unit of 50 Roman cavalry the team. Chaplain Garrity, the one man Nelson knows
in glittering metal armor appear on the horizon. Sergeant speaks Latin, is hunted down. He is found in a latrine,
Alvin McCandless shouts to his men, who take up position his wrists opened. The first suicide. Nelson selects Private
behind a line of sandbags. M16A4s are trained on the Ro- Menendez to take his place as an interpreter; Menendez has
mans, and a SAW is locked and loaded — .50-caliber bullets. been assigned to guard Sixtus Murena and has proven a quick
Within five seconds, enough firepower to annihilate a legion is study.
concentrated on Fulvius Bassus and his men.
The Marine negotiating team heads east in an armed convoy:
Bassus approaches cautiously but holds his head high and three Humvees with two helicopters riding shotgun. Nelson is
keeps his horse trotting at a confident pace. The Invaders shout uneasy about this show of force, but he can’t take the chance
something, but he pays them no heed. They’re too far away for of losing a single man in a fight against an entire empire. He
a parley, and he’s not even close to bowshot range. He will up- is watching the stock of MREs dwindle rapidly, and the camp
hold the honor and dignity of Rome, and he will come in close is burning through its fuel to boil the Tiber’s water. Engineers
enough to talk. have devised charcoal filters, but Fort Wonderland is low on
wood, along with almost everything else. And now he has
There is a sudden flash of light. Something erupts in a cloud of gotten word of what appears to be a case of malaria.
dust in front of his horse. A split-second later, loud reports echo
through the air. Now the Invaders are shouting again, their At noon, they meet a Praetorian patrol, doubled in strength
voices now unbelievably loud, with a strange hissing behind since yesterday. Bassus was somehow unscratched. His report
them that distorts the sounds into something inhuman. has sent the first real spasms of fear through Augustus. The Pra-
etorians have begun adapting. They ready bows and javelins,
By reflex, Bassus and his men draw their swords. They should not swords today. They are ten miles east of Wonderland. Ro-
now return and report. But Bassus is years removed from serv- man spies have already established a screen around the camp,
ice, and he is still getting reacquainted with the art of subordi- tightening the noose. Thousands of veterans are streaming into
nating himself to commands. It is no longer easy for him to ig- Rome as news of the Invasion spreads.
nore the squirt of fear running through him, making his heart
pound and his palms sweat. Nelson’s second-in-command steps out of the lead Humvee,
/stories 24
waving a white flag. He walks forward, After a brief breakfast, Augustus tours Wonderland. He is given
his hands open. The Praetorians waver. the honors due a visiting head of state. He glances over the ma-
Tales of Bassus’s encounter have be- chines with a studiously cool eye. Only the slightest quickening
come rumor and legend already. The all it takes of breath betrays his excitement when he sees the helicopters.
Invaders cursed him with magic. The is one fool.
Nelson admires the Imperator’s reserve. He suppresses a smile
Invaders broke a flag of truce. The In-
vaders devoured the corpses.
one moment once, when Augustus betrays shock — at the sight of Lieutenant
of rash Chou, next to Sergeant Guntersen and Private Gomez, all stand-
All it takes is one fool. One moment of terror. ing at attention. Augustus’s eyes slide over to measure Nelson,
rash terror. and Nelson hopes he misses the moment of levity.
But the Praetorians are the best their Empire has to offer. They Nelson realizes that these men frighten Augustus more than
are an elite, just as the Marines they face are. They are patriots, any machine. They speak of an empire vaster than his own.
and they are cool tacticians. Eye to eye, the Marines and Praeto- Augustus can imagine the threat posed by a helicopter. An in-
rians take each other’s measure. Today, things make sense. visible empire whose subjects come from across the earth, its
interpreters jostling with his own in fragments of two dozen
“I am sorry,” says Major Terrence Washington. He holds his languages...Nelson regrets his decision to allow the tour, even if
hands open. “On behalf of the United States and the U.S. Marine he has presented himself as an apologetic and accidental guest
Corps, I apologize deeply for the misunderstanding.” His gaze is on Roman land. He has not given Augustus reason to respect
level and honest. He has fought in Panama and Iraq, Afghani- the Marines as dutiful fighting men. He has given Augustus rea-
stan and Iraq again. He has dealt with men who place honor son to annihilate them.
above life. His eyes say what his words cannot.
Augustus makes excuses and cuts the visit short. Nelson hides
Javelins are lowered. As are rifles. Across a hundred feet, and his fear behind a stony exterior. Murena summons the conspira-
two thousand years, two men walk forward and clasp hands. tors again that evening. They talk, and now Murena urges them
And Senator Murena hears of this that evening, watching the to action.
glow of the Praetorians’ camp torches from his veranda, and By night, a cloaked figure approaches the Praetorian camp.
seethes. Whispered signs are exchanged. The figure is ushered into the
presence of Augustus. He details Murena’s plan.
A round the time when I was 14, I lived in Jakarta, Indonesia. The
city is really dirty, and doesn't cater to my outdoorsy lifestyle, and
on occasion, my dad and I would make trips outside the city to go fish-
fire, and eating cheese and crackers, we decided to retire for the night.
I woke up the next morning to beautiful sunlight streaming through
the cracks in the roof and walls. I walked outside to see a few monkeys
ing, explore or visit places most people normally wouldn't. messing around in the small clearing outside of the living area. I see
One weekend, we had decided to book a fishing charter on the south they are throwing around nut shells, and I end up getting pegged by
side of Java. This was an advanced plan, so we couldn't control the one of the monkeys.
weather that would happen. The first day, the weather was fairly de- Faster than I can believe, the entire monkey kingdom erupts out of
cent. Overcast skies, with spotty sun; overall great fishing weather. We the forest and onto the clearing, including one larger, meaner and
had caught a bunch of fish and were getting ready to make an after- muscular looking 4 foot monkey. I looked him straight in the eyes (re-
noon sushi meal, when the weather took a turn for the worse.. ally, really bad mistake on my part), and was promptly pelted from
The clouds billowed up high, with shots of thunder ringing every few every direction with shells and banana peels. The research dudes had
seconds. Since we were fairly far out on the ocean, there were very woken up at this point, and were yelling at me to lay on the ground.
few places we could shelter ourselves for this storm. Indonesia is an I continued to get pelted with shells, branches, banana peels. Every-
archipelago, an island chain. We were not far from an island, however, thing except feces (thankfully), until I was laying flat to the ground.
it was owned by someone unknown, and we were The lead monkey runs towards me at this point,
probably not welcome. and, just inches from my face, tries looking me
The storm continued to drive away, forcing us to pull Faster than I can in the eyes. All the while, the research guys are
into a reef cutout at this small island. We jumped yelling at me not to make any eye contact, and
off the boat and swam through the reef cutout
believe, the entire to avoid it at all costs. I end up with my nose in
towards the white sand beach. Me, being the out-
doorsy type I am, started making a small lean-to out
monkey kingdom the dirt, staring straight at the ground.
After what seems like an eternity, I feel a furry
of palm fronds and driftwood. As soon as I had fin- erupts out of the hand at my chin, pulling up. I follow the move-
ished making the shelter, two Indonesian men walk ments, and am greeted with the lead monkeys
out of the jungle behind us, scaring the bajesus out forest and onto chest. I continue to avoid eye contact, and only
of my father and I.
Out of nowhere, these two (very) Indonesian men
the clearing... squat up to the point where I am still shorter
than he is. The research assistants are now tell-
start speaking English. My father and me are suffi- ing me that I am part of the tribe, and when
ciently freaked out at this point, and start talking back to them. It turns feeding time comes (shortly), I will have to eat with the tribe.
out they are on this island, owned by some form of a US research con- They bring out nuts, bananas, mangoes, etc. All the food that monkeys
tract and they are studying monkeys. There is an indigenous tribe of normally eat. I continue sitting at the back of the monkey pack, and as
monkeys that live on this island, and they feed and study these mon- soon as the feasting begins, a banana is thrown at me from the king
keys for some money. monkey. He motions for me to eat it, and of course, I comply. It was
They invite us to stay in one of their bungalows, in exchange for sto- probably the best banana I had ever eaten.
ries and some hard-to-get food. One of the perks of living in a for- After feeding time, the tribe disappears back into the woods, and I am
eign country as a foreigner, is that we get to have some of our home free to walk around again. The research assistants all congratulate me
countries food shipped to us. At the time (I remember clearly), we had on joining the monkey tribe, and lead us back to where we beached
hickory bacon smoked can cheese. (Yes, the Kraft canned cheese.) at the previous afternoon. My dad and I swim back to the boat, wave
They absolutely loved the cheese, and the news and stories we had goodbye to the researchers, throw them some more food, and go on
brought, and we sat around in an open-air shelter while the rain con- our way.
tinued to pour down. After talking for a long while, sitting around a
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BUTCHERFACE
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part one Since the plan was for me to stay the night footage was shot in what was now my friends
and help them out the next day and leave that house. It was always dark in the footage, like
In 1997, my friend (who we’ll call Chris) moved
sunday night, we decided to watch them that this man didn’t like to have lights on, but we did
across state. At that time, we were 10, we didn’t
night. Since Chris’s father was tired and didn’t recognize various locations of the house. One
really have much of a way to see each other be-
really care what was on the tapes he went to piece of footage was obviously shot in the liv-
sides getting a ride by our parents to one or the
bed a little bit early that night. So, we pulled ing room which showed Butcherface using a
other’s house, which would be a hassle for our
their old VCR from their attic, hooked it up to large hunting knife to cut the power cord off of
parents so we eventually lost contact. During
the tv in Chris’s room and took one of the tapes something we couldn’t see, wrapping this cord
this time, I had only gotten the chance to visit
out of the bag and slipped it in. tightly around his arm, grunting and moaning
his house once.
The tapes certainly weren’t bootlegged mov- as he does it, and using the knife to cut deep
Like I said, we lost contact with each other for cuts into his hand and arm. One disturbing clip
ies like Chris’s father believed. They were the
ten years, that is until Chris contacted a mu- showed him standing in front of a table in the
home movies of an unknown man we eventu-
tual friend through Myspace. We made plans kitchen. On the table was a clothes iron. He then
ally began to call Butcherface. There was seem-
to hook up and hang out, now that we have unzipped his pants, took out his penis, put it on
ingly no flow from one scene to the next. It was
our own means of transportation it was much the table and pressed the hot iron against it. He
like he would just film something random for
easier. After maybe a month of this, Chris men- screamed but didn’t take it off for about 30 sec-
what was usually just a couple minutes then
tioned that his family will be remodeling the onds. He finally took it off, limped over to the
put the camera away for god knows how long
house and I offered my help. Him and his father camera and turned it off.
until he found something else that interested
gladly accepted the offer since the previous
him. Most of the footage was random footage What freaked us out the most was a clip of
owner(s) apparently didn’t keep up on it them-
like him turning on the camera, facing a chair. Butcherface in what used to be Chris’s upstairs
selves.
He would walk out from behind the camera, to bedroom before he moved to the basement. He
A couple weeks later, I drive down one week- the chair, push it over onto the floor, walk back turned the camera on and showed the whole
end and we start tearing up carpeting, ripping to the camera and turn it off. Or him playing room covered in what appeared to be hun-
off wallpaper, etc. The basement had been with a random spider, which he would talk to dreds of lit candles. They were on every table,
changed into a room for Chris some years be- in a low, childlike voice, then end the tape with chair and shelf. The walls were covered in paint-
fore and while half of the floor was concrete, him squashing it. Or him just filming down at ings of grotesque and ghostly faces. He then
the other half seemed to have been torn up his feet as he walks while deeply breathing.The walked to a corner of the room and started furi-
and replaced with floorboards and one of the one thing that always stuck out about all the ously carving something into the floor with the
boards had become warped and broke, leav- footage is that on the few times that his face hunting knife. He would stab it into the floor
ing it protruding up under the carpet so they was shown, he was seen wearing what looked and drag it around, pull it out and stab again.
wanted to replace it. like a burlap sack tightly tied around his head Since that room was vacant at the moment and
We tore the carpet up and started ripping out with twine with two eye holes cut out. He was used for storage, and was going to be reno-
the floorboards when we found what looked also a big guy, being easily over 6 feet tall with vated anyway, Chris’s father let us tear up the
like a hole dug about five feet into the ground a decent build, with some muscles, but not be- carpet in that area of the room. What we found
under the floor. Chris jumped down there ing buff. was a section of the floor that had been heav-
thinking he could get better leverage to tear up A lot of the footage was much more creepy ily sanded down with no real evidence of what
the boards when he said something was down and sinister. Some of the footage was of him had been carved there. Another tape showed
there. His father got a flashlight and we jumped videotaping people leaving buildings and footage of Butcherface in that same room, with
down to check it out. It turned out to be a very houses. He was obviously hiding somewhere even more candles. He was on his knees, facing
warn box. It looked similar to a shoebox but it across the street from these locations and he away from the camera, with his arms in the air,
was about three feet long and extremely dam- was often breathing loudly. Even worse were screaming to be brought “to the pits of pain
aged by the elements. It was so tattered that the things he videotaped himself doing. One and torture” (one interesting thing about this
you wouldn’t be able to pick it up in one piece. piece of footage showed him sitting at a table, clip is that he only had three fingers on his left
We believed that whatever was in it would be with a rat trapped in an empty large pickle jar. hand, missing his pinky and ring finger. He had
just as damaged, but when we ripped it open, He unscrewed the pickle jar, took the rat out, all five fingers in the previous clips and we think
we noticed that whatever was in it had the add- slowly put his hand on it’s head and started he cut them off) . That was the last clip of that
ed protection of a black trash bag. Chris picked twisting until it stopped screaming. He twist- tape and the camera appeared to run out of
up the trash bag and it’s contents made the ed a little more until it’s head was completely tape. The last piece of footage on the last tape
sound of plastic hitting plastic. We were curious ripped off the body, then he turned the cam- showed Butcherface furiously digging the hole
as to what’s in there so we brought it upstairs era off. Another clip showed him in a barn that we found in the basement. He was digging
and cut the bag open with a pair of scissors (which there was no barn on my friends prop- fast and breathing heavily. He was constantly
and found 24 unmarked videotapes. Chris and erty, so we don’t know where this was filmed). grunting. His shirt was off but he still had the
I were curious as to what was on them but his He turned the camera on, showing a pig tied to mask on. After a couple minutes of him just dig-
father claimed that they were most likely some- a post. He walked over to the pig with an ax in ging. He started talking, saying something like
body’s old bootleg collection and if we’re still his hand and hacked it’s head off. “this is it. This is it. They wont know. They’ll never
curious we should check them out later after find me. This is where I’ll hide.”
What was really creepy was that most of the
we were done for the day.
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part TWO husband bought the house and were planning Someone had broken into Chris’s house while
to add some new wiring and plumbing before they were out. The sliding glass door to the
About two weeks after we found the Butcher-
moving in, but her husband had a severe stroke backyard was completely smashed with broken
face tapes, we were getting tired with having
not too long after buying it and eventually died. glass having been thrown all the way across the
to lug the VCR up and down those steep attic
With the combination of hospital and funerary living room and into the dining room. I drove
steps, because Chris’s father for some reason
bills, Louise couldn’t afford fixing up and mov- back because they wanted me as a witness to
kept asking us to put it back up there when we
ing into the house and moved in with her sister see a shadow in the backyard. They showed
weren’t using it. Chris’s younger brother (lets call
instead. But, she did mention that during that me around and I saw that this person had com-
him Evan), mentioned that he could convert the
time, the house was known to be home to a pletely tossed the living room, dining room, and
tapes to DVD using equipment at his college. Af-
fair number of homeless people who would be kitchen. In the bathroom, the mirror over the
ter some haggling and way too much negotiat-
regularly chased off the property. We also asked medicine cabinet had been smashed and all
ing, if we (being newly 21 at the time) would pay
if either of them had a son and they both said the meds in the medicine cabinet were miss-
for the liquor bill for a party that friends of Evan’s
“no”.We left without many answers. ing. Something else was missing which was a
were having (who were 19 at the time), he’d do
A couple weeks later, Chris and I had gone to lot more disconcerting. Four knives had been
it the next day.
the movies with his girlfriend (I think he was removed from the knife holder in the kitchen. I
When that day came, both Chris and I were wait- stayed there for about an hour and decided to
trying to get his mind off the tapes because I
ing anxiously in the kitchen for when Evan got go home and it was only when after I left that
could tell that he was still creeped out). We were
home. When he finally walked in the door an I realized that the Butcherface tapes was never
talking about how much the movie sucked (Spi-
hour later, he said he‘d be back, and he was look- mentioned to the cops. A little while after I got
derman 3), when Chris slammed on the breaks.
ing extremely pale. We asked him if he was done home I got another call from Chris saying that
We practically skidded about 30 feet and I was
converting and he jumped in our faces saying they had found the missing knives, under the
choked by my seatbelt and his girlfriend, who
that we never told him what was on the tapes. blankets of each of the family members beds.
wasn’t wearing a seatbelt, was almost thrown
Apparently, he didn’t actually hear what we were
into the front seat. We started screaming at him, That weekend, Chris and his father decided to
talking about and only heard that we wanted
asking him what the hell he was doing when look around the house more thoroughly to see
some tapes converted. He thought they were
we looked at what he was staring at and saw if Butcherface had left any other clues to his
more like old family recordings like Christmas
a house. It looked familiar to me but I couldn’t former presence in the house. I came over to
or birthday videos. We calmed him down and
put my finger on it. I looked back to Chris and help and the only room they said they’ve never
asked him if he converted the tapes. He said “no”
he said “that house is on the tapes“. Then I re- thoroughly looked around in since getting the
and quickly left the room. We were disappointed
membered, one of the houses that Butcherface house was the attic, so we decided to start there.
and started talking about what to do next when
had watched people come and go from was It didn’t take long to find anything because al-
Evan came back into the room with his father
right there, not 20 feet from us. We knocked on most immediately, I came across an old looking
behind him.
the door but no one answered so we decided trash bag in one of the corners. I picked it up and
After talking about what was on the tapes, Evan to come back later. When we got back to Chris’s heard the tinking sound of glass against glass.
retrieved them from his car and the four of us house, I noticed the VCR hooked back up to We brought it downstairs and cut it open and
watched every one of the 24 tapes together. Af- Chris’s TV in his room. I asked him about it and found it completely full of liquor bottles and
ter the last tape was finished (“this is it. This is he said he’d been watching the tapes again for used syringes. Using rubber gloves, we removed
it. They wont know. They’ll never find me. This any clues. No wonder why he was still creeped every object one at a time. It was almost all bot-
is where I’ll hide.”), Chris’s father’s face was just out. That night, when I got home, I got a phone tles and syringes and the occasional trash, until
as pale as Evan’s was earlier. He leaned back in call from Chris. He was whispering and said that we got to the bottom.
his chair and said “… That was creepy”. An hour he thinks he saw someone walking around his
At the bottom of the bag we found a shoebox. It
of talking that night ended with us wanting backyard.
was stained and worn, we couldn’t even see the
to know who was on the tapes. I left for home
Two days later, I agreed to sleep over and see brand of shoe that used to be in it. We carefully
soon after with the understanding that I would
for myself. Chris was claiming to see glimpses took it out and removed the top (which seemed
be kept in the loop on what we would do next,
of someone standing or walking around in his to have been glued closed). Inside was a series of
which was to figure out the previous owners of
backyard but it was always too dark to see any papers and photos. The photos were disturbing.
the house.
detail, both of the previous nights. I was set up One was a close-up of a hand covered in pins
A couple days later from there I got a phone call to sleep on a couch that was on the now re- (those ones with the long point with the tiny
from Chris saying that it took them a little while boarded up hole we first found the tapes in. ball of colored plastic at one end). There were
(they found nothing on the county website) but Very little sleeping actually went on that night so many of them that it looked like a porcupine.
they found some history on the house at the because we stayed up in the living room, star- Another one had a (presumably) dead dog lying
town library (on something called a “reverse ing out the sliding glass door to the backyard. on the ground (All we could really see of it’s sur-
directory”) about a previous owner who had it We were talking about how we weren’t even roundings was the dirt of the ground. Behind it
in the mid-80’s. After a few unanswered phone sure if he actually hurts people, when Chris was too dark). We assume it was dead because it
calls, we decided to visit these people in person. suddenly leans forward and points out the was missing half it’s face. The flesh of the side of
So, that Friday, me, Chris, and his father drove to window and said “See! Right there. Do you see the face that was facing the camera was gone,
their house and knocked on the door, only to be that shadow or something?” I jumped up and making it look like it was smiling with a lidless
greeted by two 80-something year old women. flipped the switch to the deck lights but they eye. There were a lot more picture including a
Chris’s father told them that his family was liv- didn’t go on. So, we got flashlights and went out cow with blood on it’s mouth, a very pale looking
ing in their old house and asked if we could ask to look. Besides some tree branches blowing in foot, various 70’s and 80’s era toys, a collection of
them some questions about it. They refused to the wind, we found nothing. At around 4am, we knives, a hand and arm painted multiple colors
let us in their house but they did tell us about decided to get some sleep. I only stayed on the like patchwork, and a close-up of an eyeball.
the house. couch a couple hours because I felt a draft that
The papers were pretty freaky as well. They were
It turned out that the both of them were sis- I think was coming between the boards on the
a combination of drawings and writings. Most of
ters (Their first names were Shirley and Louise), floor. I went home the next afternoon thinking
the writings were what seemed like a wish list
and Louise turned out to be the former owner the night before was a dud, until I got a frantic
of murder, listing practically every way imagina-
of the house, but never lived in it. She and her phone call that night.
ble how to kill people. Others seemed to be ran-
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dom thoughts, like how he accidentally pissed flashlights shining over the walls. As a side note, digging and was looking into the hole he had
his pants while at the movies or how he has an I really don’t see how much they really would dug so far. We walked outside and crossed the
“infectious evil“ and that he‘ll spread that to his have fixed up Chris’s house when they had it yard to the hole that his father was still looking
“disciples”. Some of the drawings were similar to because this one looked like crap. The wallpa- into. When we got to it, we realized why he was
the ones seen on some of the tapes on the walls per was probably older than me and Chris com- frozen there, because just a couple feet into
in Chris’s old room. Others were more detailed bined. But anyway, we went into the living room the hole was (after more digging, turned out to
and showed corpses of various states of decay and found a huge pile of trash lying in the far be) over 30 skeletons of cats, dogs, and other
and of strange creatures. They were humanoid corner with a depression in the middle, like a animals. This is when we started calling him
but they all had a demonic look to them, with person or a large dog had used it as a bed. We Butcherface.
many of them shown standing on all fours. One went upstairs and found something that con-
thing that showed up often was a strange sym- nected this house to Chris’s. In one of the bed-
bol. It looked like the letter C with the gap in the rooms was a pile of pill bottles. Some of the pill pArT 3
C pointing down, with a V laid on top of it. When bottles were the ones stolen from Chris’s bath-
we got to the bottom of the box, we found an- room medicine cabinet. We knew this because After Chris’s father burned Butcherface’s media
other tape, one that we’ll never get to watch, be- some of them had his mother and fathers name (including the art, photos, and tapes) I think eve-
cause it was completely coated in candle wax. on them and one of them was Chris’s back pain ryone (including me) hoped that Chris would let
medicine (from an injury that happened a cou- it go. I know I was willing to let it go. But, it wasn’t
Running out of clues, we decided to re-visit the long after that Chris began looking for any evi-
old women, who owned the house in the 80’s, ple years ago that will require surgery). That was
all we needed to see so we booked it back down dence of other media by Butcherface. He would
again. It had been almost two months since we occasionally talk (just to me) about strange
last visited them and we grew to realize that the stairs and to the door, but when we got to
the door, I jumped back, knocking both me and tapes and art found in other parts of the country
their story didn’t quite make sense. For instance, but most of it seemed sketchy, which even Chris
Louise claimed to have given up on the house, Chris down. On the inside of the back door was
the CV symbol from Butcherface’s notes. After was completely willing to admit. My attitude be-
yet on the tapes we could see that the house gan to change about looking into Butcherface
had power (why would she have continued pay- we got back to the car, Chris said something
that creeped the both of us out. If Butcherface around this time when I was sitting at my desk
ing the power bill if she didn’t want the house?). and caught myself absentmindedly drawing
They also mention that homeless people had really is living in that house, he probably wasn’t
there because he was staking out Chris’s house Butcherface’s CV symbol on a piece of paper.
been regularly arrested or chased off the prop-
erty by the cops but we found no records of this. right now. Roughly two weeks after Chris’s dog disap-
We tried calling them but just like last time, we Later that week, I visited Chris’s house again peared and his father burned all evidence of
got no answer, so we decided to drop by again. and as soon as I walked into the door, I knew I Butcherface, Chris showed up on my doorstep
When we got there we found the house aban- walked into an air of distress. Chris’s mother and saying that he wanted to go back to the house
doned. We went next door and asked the neigh- brother were pacing back and forth in the living we found that was on the tapes. We showed up
bor if they knew where the two old ladies that room, looking out the window into the back- at the house around 6pm on a Wednesday, hop-
lived next door had gone. They told us that Lou- yard. I walked in and asked what was going on ing that anybody living there would be home
ise had died (but they didn’t know how) about and looked out the window and saw Chris and from work. We went to the door and knocked.
three weeks earlier and Shirley abruptly packed his father in the backyard screaming at each The person who answered the door was a man
up and moved away a week later. While Chris’s other and behind them was a large bonfire that roughly in his 50’s. It turned out that he did actu-
father was talking to the neighbor, Chris pulled was almost nothing more than cinders. Chris’s ally live in the house in the mid-80’s, when we
me aside and whispered “we’re breaking into mother said their dog, Bracket, had gone miss- believe the tapes were shot. We told him about
that house”. ing but didn’t say anything else. I opened the the tapes and how his house was on the them
(now replaced) sliding glass door and walked and asked if anything strange had happened
That same night, we waited until it was late and around that time. He said that they had nothing
drove to the old ladies former house. We had out to meet them. As soon as Chris’s father saw
me, he became even angrier. Chris met me half- like what was on the tapes but there was a point
never broken into a house before in our lives when they realized that someone had been liv-
and we were dressed in the stereotypical burglar way to the fire and said “I had to tell them that
we broke into that house”. I asked why and he ing in their shed in the backyard. The shed had
outfit, black shirt and pants and a black hockey since been torn down but he did remember that
mask (I know, stupid). When we got to the house, said that he thinks that Butcherface took their
dog as payback for breaking into his home. I there was a carving left on the doorframe. We
we were so nervous that we didn’t even leave asked him what it was and he pulled out a pad
the car for a good 45 minutes. When we felt as- asked what was on the fire and Chris told me
that what his father was burning was Butcher- of paper and drew the CV symbol.
sured that the neighborhood was asleep, we got
out of the car and crept into the backyard and face’s notes, photos, and tapes. Everything had The very next day, Chris’s mother was walking
to the backdoor. We looked into the window on been burned to ashes. During this, his father around in their backyard and came across their
the door but it was too dark to see anything. I had walked up behind him and said “I’m end- dog. He had been ripped open from the neck to
took my shirt off and put it up against the win- ing this right now. I’m burning everything so the stomach and placed in the still open hole
dow and gave it a punch, breaking the glass. It that you guys can’t get into any more trouble.” his father had dug two weeks earlier. The cops
felt surprisingly loud but that could have been As he said this, he continued past us and into had been called and they were finally told about
because it was so quiet, and the neighbors nev- the backdoor of his garage and came back with Butcherface. Since Chris’s father had burned
er woke up so I guess it really wasn’t that loud. I a shovel, adding “and I’m burying the ashes to everything, they really had no evidence that the
reached in through the hole in the glass and un- put this to rest for good” and started digging a dog had been killed by a person and labeled it
latched the door, then we had a whispered fight hole at the back of his yard close to the woods. an animal mauling.
over who will go in first. It actually got down to Chris pulled me back into the house and It wasn’t long after that that I came home to find
a game of rock, paper, scissors, which I won so started talking about all of this was unfair, how my front door open. I walked up the front steps
Chris went in first. could his father just burn the tapes like that, and saw that the door was swung open, only
We crept in hunched over and I closed the door they were so close to figuring out who Butch- hanging on one hinge. It being dark out, I flipped
behind me, accidentally slamming it, giving erface was, etc. Then his mother called for us the light switch just inside the door and it didn’t
Chris a good jump that we couldn’t help laugh- from upstairs. We came up and she pointed come on. I went around the house to the shed in
ing over. We snuck around the house with our out the door to his father who had stopped the backyard and grabbed the most menacing
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thing I could that was near the door, which was pression in the middle like someone had been did. By this time I had gotten to the bottom of
a pitchfork. Going back to the front door, I pulled lying in it. Off to the side of the pile was the the stairs and Chris stood from his chair and im-
out my cell phone and called 911. After making missing liquor bottles from inside the house mediately changed the subject. He walked up to
the call, I cautiously entered the house making and some garbage. This guy had been living me and started talking about how, a couple days
sure the pitchfork was in front of me. I crept up in the shed and there was a good chance that before, he drove to the house of the old women
the stairs and got to the nearest light switch and he had been there since the house was broken who used to own his house. When he got there
flipped it, but this one wasn’t working either. I into two months ago. For all I knew, he could he parked across the street and waited. He knew
came to the conclusion that the power was cut. have been in there that night when I went to that the former owner of the house, Louise, had
Using my cell phone as a flashlight, I got a look at the shed for the pitchfork, watching me. I didn’t died and that her sister, Shirley, moved away soon
the damage done. The leather couch had been want to freak out my family so I cleaned it up in after and that someone had been living in her
slashed open with many cuts and the filling secret. At the bottom of the bedding of trash I house since then. He was hoping to see Butch-
pulled out and the glass doors on the kitchen fount a ratty notebook. I only half opened it to erface either entering or leaving the house. In-
cabinets had been smashed. More than half the a random page, saw some very familiar artwork stead, he saw Shirley pull into the driveway. They
liquor bottles in the liquor cabinet were missing and immediately closed it, tore it up, and threw got out of their cars at the same time. Shirley ap-
and the medicine in the medicine cabinet was it in the trash. parently didn’t see Chris because she just con-
gone. It all seemed very familiar. I mean, even my tinued to the house. By the time he caught up to
A couple weeks later, I got a phonecall from
13 year old dogs arthritis pills were taken. her she had already gone into the house, but she
Chris. He said he was still doing some looking
Speaking of the dog, Drake, he has an anxiety around and found some strange stuff. Before I then began to back out, apparently shocked at
problem so we keep him in a crate whenever could say that I didn’t want to hear it, he said something she saw in there. When he got to her
we leave the house. Thinking of what happened he went back to the house of the women who she was already back on the porch. He started
to Chris’s dog, I ran down the hall, to the office, were the former owners of the house who we talking to her and she finally told him what she
where the crate is kept. I shined what little light had talked to before. Before I could respond really knew about Butcherface.
I had from my phone on the crate and saw it’s to this he said “they lied. Come see me tomor- Like we already knew, she started with when her
door open and it looked empty. I stepped for- row.” The next day, without telling my family, I sister, Louise, and her husband bought the house,
ward afraid at what I’d see and shone the light drove back to Chris’s house. When I got there, I they wanted to replace the wiring and plumb-
into the crate, and saw Drake cowering in the was greeted by his mother who seemed to be ing but before that could happen Louise’s hus-
back, whimpering. That’s when the cops pulled in a good mood. I asked her how it was going band got sick and eventually died. This is where
up. My family came home soon afterwards.When and (knowing what I was talking about) she they left it story off before. What they didn’t
the cops asked us if we had any enemies (since said nothing strange had happened there for tell us is that a couple years after her husbands
the house mostly just seemed to be tossed) I a couple months. I asked where Chris was and death, Louise still couldn’t afford paying for it so
had to tell them about Butcherface. While the she pointed to the stairs that led down to his she decided to sell it instead. After it just sitting
cops were looking around, they noticed that the basement bedroom. I opened the door and there for not too long they thought it would be
power hadn’t been cut. It turned out that every immediately heard Chris talking but I couldn’t a relatively easy fix so they, in their early 60’s at
single light bulb in the whole house had been quite hear what he was saying, but assumed the time, decided to fix it up themselves. When
partially unscrewed. Leaving the light bulb in that he was talking to his girlfriend. When I got they arrived to check out the house for the first
the socket but not able to light up. This was the to a point on the stairs that I could see into his time, they found the house like it looks in the
first time my family had heard about Butcher- room, I saw that he was sitting in front of his videos, with garbage everywhere and drawings
face and they asked me to stop seeing Chris. desk, talking to a video camera. on the walls with burnt out candles everywhere,
I hadn’t so much as talked to Chris on the phone I asked him what the hell he was doing and he and a hole in the basement. They began to clean
for almost two months after that. Very little had smiled and said “nothing” and turned off the it up, picking up the garbage, putting up cheap
happened in that time but something still didn’t camera and slid it back between his monitor wallpaper, putting down carpeting, and board-
feel right as well. For one thing, my sister, who and computer tower like it wasn’t strange that ing up the hole in the basement as best they
works nights, started asking me to stand at the he was talking to a camera, just like Butcherface could. One thing she mentioned that we never
front door and wait until she got in her car when- noticed, is that in the hole in the basement, there
ever she left, since she leaves after dark. I asked was another hole in the cinderblock wall foun-
a couple times why but she never gave an an- dation that led into the backyard. They bricked
swer. It’s like she just felt creeped out or that she
was being watched whenever she went outside.
“While the cops up the hole, but due to their budget (and she
apparently also blamed their old age) they nev-
Our dog still seemed to be spooked too. When-
ever we’d tie him outside, he’d only do his busi-
were looking er used any mortar. They just laid the bricks in
place and left it at that. Chris asked her if they
ness and come right back in, which is very out of
character for him. One day, I was standing at my
around, they no- put the videos in the hole and she outright re-
fused. We determined that if anybody knew
backdoor, looking into the backyard, thinking of
all of this when my eyes locked onto the shed in
ticed that the power where that hole in the wall was, they could just
remove the cinderblocks and get into the hole
the backyard and I remembered the story told to
us by the people we talked to whose house we
hadn’t been cut. It and do whatever they wanted there… like hid-
ing some tapes. We went out to his backyard
saw on the tapes. They found evidence of some-
one living in their shed. I went to my room and
turned out that eve- to see if this was true and we did indeed find a
patch of the cinderblock wall where you could
picked a sword from my sword collection (yeah, ry single light bulb remove the blocks. They seemed to have fresh
scrape marks like they had been recently moved
in the whole house
I’m a nerd) and went out to the shed. I crossed
the yard and when I got to the shed, I found it but we couldn’t be sure.
it in their VCR and watched it. There was no pic- family owns on a lake a couple towns over to We rushed to the door and peaked out the small
ture, the screen was just black like he had left finally finish it, we didn’t know how right we window and saw Chris’s girlfriends iPod sitting
the lens cap on, but it seemed to be intentional were. We arrived at the cabin in the afternoon on it’s docking bay, with a power cord going
because what the video lacked in visuals, it com- of Monday. It was me, Chris, his girlfriend, and from it to a plug on the outside wall, sitting on
pensated with sound. He said she described it our Friend Jesse. We filled Jesse in on the whole the railing to the deck. These sounds were com-
as rants and strange noises for the entire tape. Butcherface story as we knew it on the drive ing from the iPod.
He said she then ended their conversation and down, and he immediately regretted coming
Chris opened the door, ran out and grabbed the
quickly walked back to her car, leaving her old along. Chris brought everything he had on
iPod off the docking bay and ran back into the
houses door open, and drove away. Chris then Butcherface and soon after we got there, he
cabin. He gave it to his girlfriend and told her to
abruptly changed the subject by jumping back asked if we could watch the last tape one final
delete the file that was playing. Effectively eras-
to his desk and pulling a folder out of a drawer time. Jesse wanted to see what the fuss was
ing every known piece of media we knew of by
and opening it up. The papers inside were print- about and I must admit I was curious to check
Butcherface. Chris and I then ran to the door,
outs of various disconnected websites showing it out myself. The cabin had no cable, phone
opened it, and yelled that there was nothing left
pictures of stills from video tapes, drawings, pho- line, cell phone signal, or internet access so they
of any of his media we had. We destroyed every
tos, and carving that all looked familiar. He said only form of entertainment was to watch mov-
connection we had to him and he had no reason
“look. They’re from all over the country, includ- ies so they actually had a VCR still there with a
to follow us anymore. It stayed quiet for the rest
ing some bits of Mexico and Canada. Some of decent VHS collection. We popped the tape into
of the night and we left that morning.
these apparently even appear in some places of the VCR and turned it on. As mentioned before,
Europe. It’s like he’s traveling around and leaving this tape had nothing visual and was all audio. During the drive home we started thinking of
this stuff wherever he can.” Chris then said that It began with clicking sounds like from an in- some things. We now believe that Butcherface
he will continue his investigation into Butcher- sect that would start off slow and go faster then wanted us to find those tapes. Maybe not us per
face. slow down and go fast again. It then changed se, but someone. The day that we found those
to a quiet talking, like a whisper. The voice first 24 tapes, we started an avalanche of more
That investigation continued for four years.
talked about how he had an infectious evil and and more of his media to be surfaced and help
Until last weekend.
wanted to spread it to his disciples and then it the possibility of it spreading to others. He had
I hate to make this sound clichéd but Chris be- just faded out like he just walked away from mentioned more than once in his media that he
came pretty obsessed with trying to find out the camera. There were more noises of what wanted to spread his “infectious evil” only to his
who Butcherface was. His investigation was sounded like animals walking around a inside disciples, and we think those “disciples” are those
slow. Finding the occasional picture or video. He a building and a high screeching noise that that have seen his media. We say this because he
even traveled to a town near Denver Colorado lasted for a good five minutes. There was more never seems to attempt to hide it and seems to
because he believed he found what he called a talking where he called people zombies and keep watch of all those who have seen it. In the
nest (a place where Butcherface seemed to ap- cows and how only a few were worthy for “the notes I saw of Chris’s before he burned them, I
pear often, much like around our area) but didn’t pit” followed by a jabbering sound like he was saw that many of the sightings of him were scary
find much. We were never really sure what was humming while wiggling his tongue around. but never seemed to be completely dangerous.
fueling Chris’s interest in Butcherface since he It was like he was just keeping watch over those
had no more of Butcherface’s media anymore That night, we lit a bonfire and Chris burned
who have experienced his media. I contemplat-
since his father burned it all. Then, last week, we every note, picture, schematic, and the last
ed not writing out this story because I’m not sure
found where it was all coming from. tape he had about Butcherface. The next day
if this counts as spreading his media. Ultimately,
we spent most of the morning watching mov-
I had come by because we were planning to see I decided to finish it to warn you that if you ever
ies (regular movies), and we went out on a row
Transformers 3 but we never got to go. I pulled come across anything that even resembles the
boat and explored the lake for a couple hours.
into his driveway at the same time as his girl- footage, audio, art, writings, or carvings that are
We got back and hung out on the shore with
friend. We both got out of our cars and laughed described in these stories, do not look at them.
some drinks. I must admit, it reminded me of
at the coincidence of the both of us getting there that time I walked into Chris’s house and met When we got back home, Chris decided to tell
at the same time and walked into his house. His his mother. She was in such a good mood after his family everything that had happened, includ-
family was working so we just walked into the not having any problems with Butcherface any- ing the tape he had hidden from everyone else
house and down the stairs to his room. We hung more. It felt almost exactly like that. At one point, and our hypothesis as to who Butcherface is
out for a little while, Chris and his girlfriend sit- Chris’s girlfriend came out and asked if any of us and what he’s doing. Chris’s brother Evan’s face
ting on his bed with me sitting at the desk. We knew where her iPod was. She claimed that she became pale, just as pale as the day he first saw
were chit chatting and I was spinning the chair I left it in it’s docking bay, which was also missing. the tapes. We asked what the matter was and he
was in when I happened to noticed a tape lean- She kept accusing us of hiding it from her. said “you know how I said I never converted the
ing against the speaker to his computer. tapes to DVD’s? Well….. I lied”. Apparently, he ac-
At this point, it was starting to get dark and we
I picked up the tape and asked him what it was. tually did do the conversion at his college, after
began going back into the cabin one by one. I
He immediately got a “oh shit” look on his face. the day their house was broken into. The thing is
was the last one in and I didn’t close the door.
When his girlfriend got into the questioning, he that they disappeared and he later learned that
Me, Chris, and his girlfriend were in their room
finally broke down and admitted that it was the fellow students had taken them, thinking it was
looking for the iPod and it’s docking station
tape the old ladies had found in the house in the a cool school project, and made copies. From
when Jesse, who was still out in the living room
80’s. He said that when he talked to Shirley that what we‘ve heard, they’ve been handed down
yelled “Holy fuck!” We ran out into the living
time in front of her house where she told him from person to person and copied, leading to
room and he said that he just saw a person run
when they found the tape, she also gave the tape countless duplicates.
by the open door outside on all fours. Chris’s
to him, and he chose to leave that part out of the girlfriend rushed to the door and slammed it
story four years ago. This in when we knew he shut and locked it. We stood still listening for
had a problem. We asked him to stop listening where this person could have gone when all of a
to the tape. We asked him to stop this search for sudden, we started hearing loud noises coming
Butcherface. It has never led to anything good. from the front deck. It was random noises like
So, that next week (that is to say, this week) we a voice chattering, something like the grinding
decided to go to a cabin that Chris’s girlfriend’s of a buzz saw, sobbing, all in quick succession.
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thing’ or ‘A-something’ super brand keyboard someone in
some part of the world dies from something you do not care
about. Every time you sneak out for a quick cigarette, hoping
your boss won’t catch you, a family of bloated bellied, mammary
sagging, starving human beings is erased as if there never was
a reason. Wrapped in mosquito nets, thrown into a mass grave;
T here was a knock at the door – not a normal one, like the post-
man or a salesman might do. No, it was rather more upbeat. I
didn’t like the sound of it one bit.
Mosquito nets made by five year old chinese children, funded by
a multi billion dollar pharmaceutical company. A company too
busy making vitamin supplements and cold medicine, counting
“Just a minute!” I cooed, dropping the dishcloth on the kitchen profits as if each pill was an egg laid by a golden rooster and each
counter. I narrowed my eyes suspiciously at no-one in particular. pill popping maniac was a golden omelette addict.
Who would be at my door at this hour?
And as you’re reading this you will realize that you do not care
I went towards the door, stopping for a moment to fix my hair in one way or another. And that’s ok. No one does. We tend to care
the mirror. Good grief, it was a state this morning. That stubborn more about a bum-legged 50-year-old doctor with an attitude
lock of hair over my left ear was still sticking up defiantly into the problem and a fake american accent. I’m not here to help you
air, ruining my appearance completely. I retreated back to the sink realize that the world is a horrible place. Not at all. I’m here to
and splashed some water on the offending lock to push it back see if you have the capacity to realize that in fact, you do not care.
down. Honestly, I hadn’t a moment’s peace this morning. And maybe after reading this you’ll end up pledging a few quid to
Another knock at the door - this time a little more sombre than be- a charity of your choice but it won’t be for the children. It’ll be for
fore. It was like they weren’t sure there was anybody home. Could you. The only reason you would spend money is to make yourself
I get away with not answering? Maybe, yes maybe I could. No, no, feel better. And again, that’s ok. We all do it. Because it makes us
wait, I already told them I was on my way. What a bother they were. feel better.
You know, I haven’t had a minute to myself all day. Before you pick up your galvanized, stainless steel mallet and
I unlocked the door and a little girl was standing there. She crucify me for my “superbrand-keyboard” crimes against hu-
couldn’t have been more than five or six. Pretty little thing, with manity please understand, I see the irony and I don’t care. Just
pigtails and an inquisitive look in her eye. But what did she want like you, just like me.
with me? Selling scout cookies? Was it Halloween already? No, no, kilimanziaro
she wasn’t in fancy dress, how silly of me. She looked up at me with
a questioning look on her face.
“Mom?” she asked, “Why was the door locked?”
quantumsheep
T he fat man had a gun and a smile and was staring at me. He
had one of those faces, you know the way people have faces...
I knew he was going to shoot me, he hadn’t said so but his crazy
half-cocked smile told me everything I needed to know.
“U nleash the beasts!” the old man in the park yelled. He’d al-
ways yell something weird real loud and then stare into the
air in anticipation. We felt sorry for him, but no one minded. He
“Do you know what the population of China is?” he said.
“Em, over a billion I think.”
only did it once a day. Never more. “1.3 billion people, walking around, thinking, talking, looking at
We responded to this like every daily occurrence - picking up the each other.”
mail, feeding the dog, making dinner - so we had no chance to be “Oh, ok. That’s interesting”
prepared for what happened. Three black horses sprung out of the
air with black smoke surrounding them. An ancient knight with a “I’ve been eating a lot of cheese...”
spear was seated on the largest one and jumped off the horse and He aims the gun at me. I notic
knelt before the old man.
iliketokilldeer
“My son,” the old man said. “You’re awfully late.”
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Rollin’
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MY BABY BOY
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SPIDER IN MY
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CHARLIE CHAPLIN
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DECOMPRESSION
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ORANGUTAN
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06 YOUR Favorite quote?
08 living statue
11 WE ARE deer tick
14 polygamist’s daughter
16 zach braff
19 paranormal EXPERIENCES?
21 FAVORITE horror films?
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23 body removal
25 I cut up bodies
27 georgie’s
30 the thing outside
31 buttonhead
35 box decorations
36 under the forrest
37 white witch
38 shared tastes
39 ms paint dream
40 pagemaster
/stories
41 a choice
42 carl
49 rebel dad
51 johnny knoxville
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53 big-eyed cat
54 out in the woods
55 mind map
56 a dog
57 elvis christ
58 Parent’s backyard
59 infinite sadness
60 the thinker
61 homeless dog
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Do you get bored easily when What are the most positive and is “I’m going to grab her ass and see if she
you perform? most negative reactions you’ve moves!” There’s really something depressing
I never get bored. There’s always some- ever gotten? in that.
thing going on, people walking by, watching Generally speaking, the most negative The most positive reactions are usu-
me, talking about me, taking pictures, drop- reactions are from people who only care ally from small children, and occasionally
ping money in my tip jar. The streets are far about trying to make me break character. young-at-heart adults. The ones who have
too lively to be boring. Being watched with When the first thought that pops into some- that look in their eyes like they’ve complete-
awe is, indeed, a lovely way to pass the time. one’s head when they see a living statue ly forgotten about the rest of the crowd and
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all they can see is me, mesmerized by sim- Are your muscles really for an opportunity to move and covering
ple silent beauty, by the magical statue that sore afterwards? How do my mouth with my hand or something.
comes to life. you condition your body to
The ones who cherish the kisses I blow perform? How does one practice the art
to them, the little smiles and waves I give I do everything I can to prevent my form? I would imagine going
them, or the gentle touch of my hand to muscles from getting tired or sore. Most im- out into public spaces before
theirs. They get it. portantly, I keep good posture in my lower gaining the necessary skills
back. I used to have a horrible habit of hol- would be problematic
What kinds of things have lowing out my back and making myself de- Some people say they practice in front
people done to make you break bilitating sore, but thankfully I’ve stopped of a mirror. I find that to be horrendously
character? (Is character even doing that and have not been sore at all dull. I learned the art form and refined my
the right word?) Has it ever post-performance in a couple years. Joints, skills on the street, starting in my small
worked? however, are trickier to take care of. I have hometown where street performance did
People do all kinds of stupid things to bad knees, and they have a tendency to not exist, gradually moving on to busier ar-
get me to break character. Tell dirty jokes, lock up on me. I try to alternate between eas as I got better. It helps to have a natural
dance ridiculously in front of me, mimic bending and straightening my legs in pos- ability to stand relatively still for long peri-
my poses right next to or in front of me, es, which helps a lot. ods of time.
touch me, threaten to steal my tip jar... Only I don’t do anything specific to condi-
one person has ever really been successful tion my body for living statuary. Plain old Is this what you do for a living?
in rattling me. At Waterfire, I was perform- exercise bores me to tears. Any fitness I have Partially, yes. Most of my income is
ing on the corner of a raised garden, and comes from performing, riding horses, tribal from street performance, and working as a
this guy snuck up behind me and screamed fusion belly dance, long leisurely walks in professional performance artist. I also work
right in my ear. parks. I simply maintain an active lifestyle, with horses - training, feeding, cleaning
That isn’t cool at all. Unfortunately, he and I don’t push myself beyond my limits. stalls, basic injury/illness care, etc.
took off immediately after screaming at me
and disappeared into the crowd. I would Have you ever had a really bad Do you ever mind when people
have loved to have him arrested for assault, itch, or sneeze? What do you do? just watch/interact with you
which I could have done. I ignore itches completely. I try to re- but don’t pay? Or when people
If you wouldn’t do it to someone press most sneezes and coughs, but some- take pictures of you?
walking down the street, don’t do it to a times there’s just no stopping them. I don’t mind non-paying onlookers at
street performer. I try to be discreet about it by waiting all. I’m out there for the experience more
AMA 10
TO FIGHT Is it good?
Yes, the rap album kicks ass.
PIRACY Were you worried word would spread that the fake album is bad and it
DEER
that it wasn’t real. A few people wrote us and seemed really confused like they thought it was real.
Apparently Casey Kasem was really disappointed.
TICK How will this rap album fight piracy? Will it reduce the number of
people who illegally download the real album when it is released?
LEAKED A No, it just pisses people off. We’re not focused on stopping piracy. We just thought it’d be fun to
mess with people by putting a fake leak of the album out there. I think our fans are good enough
WE’RE SUCH at like 7am with sound check and stuff, but otherwise it’s great. You sit in a room on the 6th floor
BIG FANS OF for most of the day and eat food and crack jokes. Dave has been really nice to us both times we’ve
been there, but he doesn’t really hang around or anything. The house band hangs most of the day
SPICED RUM though and they’re awesome guys. His horns section backed us on our most recent appearance.
AND PARROTS...
WE’RE PRETTY Do you think that music is more powerful to the artist as it is being
created and performed, or to the listener as its being received and
INTO PIRACY. interpreted?
That’s a great question. Music has different meanings for different people; that’s one of the
great things about it. Sometimes a song I write can have a very different meaning to me than
to a listener. But that doesn’t make the song any less valuable as long as the listener is taking
something meaningful from it.
Who are some of your music inspirations? What bands do you guys
listen to?
The list is too long.. Some of our favorite bands/artists right now are: Virgin Forest, Dead People,
Guards, Atlantic Thrills, Liz Isenberg, The Shivers, The Novaks, Garland Jeffreys.
You have four albums - why have you never made a music video?
Music videos are kind of stupid. I don’t know... I just think they’re stupid. But, we actually did just
made one. We felt now was the right time to make one because we could do it our own way. Our
friend Colin directed it and there are lots of explosions. Dennis caught on fire and I sprained my
ankle. It was a lot of fun to make, and hell, maybe we’ll make some more videos down the road.
You had a successful Nirvana Cover Band, Deervana, why did you
stop?
We didn’t want Deervana to distract people from our original music.
Your voice is unlike anything else I’ve heard. Is Have any of your songs been used in a movie, TV
it 100% you or did it get to be that way through show, or commercial yet? If so, was there any
training/whiskey/cigarettes? hesitation to do that?
Yeah, I’m stuck with this voice, like it or not. Yes, our music has been used in TV, films and commercials. We had
a bunch of songs in the Farrelly Brothers movie “Hall Pass”, which is
“Divine Providence” is a pretty significant cool because they’re from Providence and they also let us stay at their
departure from your last two albums. What house once. We’re also in an upcoming Stella Artios commercial.
prompted the shift in style? We’re not that precious about our music in that way.
We really wanted our new album to sound and feel like our live
shows. For a long time critics have described us with the words What is your songwriting process like?
“folk” and “alt-country”... What they don’t mention is that we play Collaborative from the ground up or do
pretty much every style of music. The new record does a good job of different people bring in different ideas?
capturing that. It’s raw, loud, heartfelt, and completely uninterested It really just depends... sometimes we bring completed songs into the
in whatever the hell the rest of the music industry is up to. In our studio, and other times we work together or we work with people
opinion, our new record is our usual style... it’s just been articulated outside of the band. Songs are created in a number of different ways.
properly for this first time on record. We’re really proud of it.
How do you decide who you play with? I see your
Do you see yourself as more of a turkey or an label-mates were with you in Raleigh, but what
eagle? kinds of bands do you prefer to tour with?
Teagle. It’s delicious. At this point, given how long we’ve been touring, we really just want
to tour with people who we respect musically and like as people. The
How do you guys feel about obsessed fans? bands opening for us on this tour fall under both categories.
Awesome or creepy?
It just depends on the level of obsession. We love our fans, but If you died tomorrow, would you be satisfied with
sometimes they can go a little overboard. One girl in Oregon tried to what you’ve accomplished musically?
kill us once. There are a few folks who follow us around from show No, not until Weird Al parodies one of our songs.
to show, which is fine, but sometimes they’re creepy.... It really just
comes down to common sense. Best way to show your love is to
dance your asses off.
AMA 14
I am Hmong, an ethnic minority from Southeast Asia. My father and Do any of your
his four wives immigrated to the US after the Vietnam War, and I grew brothers have
Everything
up in the Sacramento, CA area. My father has five wives and eighteen multiple wives? was so
children total. My childhood was complicated. I was happy and had One brother tried it. He complicated.
a happy disposition on the outside. There were times during my teen- was married once, di-
vorced, and then remar-
He loved
age years where I hated my life and wanted to die, but looking back,
isn’t that normal for all teenagers? ried. During his second
first mother
marriage he brought in a because she
Did you live in a polygamist community third wife and for a while was older
in Sacramento or did you live amongst was a polygamist. It didn’t than the
monogamists?
We lived amongst normal Americans. When my family first moved
last very long. I think my
father was so successful
rest, I guess
to the US (I was born here), the whole family lived together in a small because aside from be-
she had been
three-bedroom apartment. However, eventually each mother and ing able to provide for his loyal to him.
their respective families moved into their own homes and my dad al- wives, he was also very
ternated spending nights with each wife. patient and handled the eternal conflicts that come with being in
a relationship with more than one female.
Polygamy is illegal in the US. Did this cause you
or your family any problems? Do you have any family history of incest?
No, as my father was only legally married to the first mother. Strangely Me personally, no. My family, no and yes. No, in that there was
enough though, his third wife was listed as his sister for immigration nothing between parent/child, sibling/sibling. But my father al-
purposes and he was not listed on the birth certificate for her children. ways encouraged my brothers to date those who were closely re-
lated to us, even first cousins. My half-sister ended up marrying
How is your relationship with your brothers and
(and divorcing) a first cousin.
sisters? Do you feel just as close to those that
were born to a different mother than yours?
Did you call them all some form of Mom, or did
Definitely very complicated while growing up, but after my dad
you call the ones who weren’t biologically
passed away, there was no longer that internal ache to win his ap-
related to you by their first names?
proval, to be his favorite child, family, etc. We are a lot closer to each
The basic translation is that first wife is always “big mother” (the
other now as adults. Three of the wives remarried, my mom includ-
word big would imply authority, not size), second wife is always
ed. She’s happier, but she also misses my dad and would welcome
“middle mother” and any wives after that were called “smallest
him back with all the conflicts that come along with being in a po-
mother” or by their names, i.e. Mother Anna.
lygamist relationship.
AMA 15
Did any of your mothers express feelings When you were growing up did all of your
of jealousy? father’s wives have a part in raising you? Or
Nobody Nobody was explicitly jealous, but their actions were loud was it just your biological mother?
enough. Say for example, there were times when my mom would al- My biological mother was my primary mother, however we were
ways complain about one of the mothers, her cooking, the way she to consider the other wives as mothers as well, and hold them
walks, etc. and when that particular mother would enter the room, in the same regard. I went through many periods where I hated
my mother would make faces. There were a lot of complaints (though certain ones and then stages when I depended on certain ones
more privately) from the mothers to my dad about him loving one for many reasons. For example, I had a lot of animosity towards
family more or one wife more. fourth mother during my pre-teens, but when I was finishing
high school, I relied a lot on her for emotional support because
Did your father have a “favorite?” she was more relaxed and supportive of the “American” ways of
Everything was so complicated. He loved first mother because she was doing things, basically dating and going out.
older than the rest, I guess she had been loyal to him. For example, he
would allow her to pick out names for all of his children, including Do you feel like you have a morphed view of
myself. There was a time when it seemed like his favorite was fourth relationships/marriage from this?
mother, but that was because she was the youngest (in age.) He felt I believe in monogamy. However, I also believe that if my hus-
like he needed to keep watch on her and pay extra attention to her. band were to ever stray, that does not mean he does not love me,
or that he is a bad person. At the same time, I would be hurt, and
How was sex handled in the family? Did they all depending on the circumstances (such as how often he cheated
sleep together or one at a time? or how it happened), I would have to consider if I wanted to con-
I have never seen my dad sleep with more than one of his wives at tinue a relationship with him.
the same time. But who knows what happens behind closed doors.
Though I can’t imagine this happening, as all the mothers hate one
another.
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AMA
Do you still
have this
shirt?
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Yes. I think
it's in my
garage...
When can we expect Garden State 2? Do you browse Reddit normally under a
“This time it’s personal”... Never. But don’t worry, I’m gonna make different account?
more movies. I just discovered it. I’ve been exporing a bit. I find it funny
sometimes. Sometimes a bit mean for my taste. But there is
Wha t does Natalie Portman smell like? plenty on here that has made me llaugh.
Like a beautiful Jewish Goddess.
Do you and Dnald have a real life bromance?
Who was a better kisser: Sara Chalk or I feel that life would be worth livin6 if this
Natalie Portman? I must know. were true.
They were both wonderful. Both very pretty ladies. :) Kissing Natalie He is mybest brown best friend. Josh Radin is my best white
is the question I get asked most. But no judgements, I understand the best friend. We are all going on vacation together soon. One of
curiosity. I am human. the reasons the show workd so well, is that and we really did
becomme best frien ds with the exact same sense of hhhmurde r
What song do you recommend i rollerblade to? .osme of those advenres we took we to ok right from our lives
YMCA
Have you s till been writi ng scripst?
Do you really drink appletinis? Yes written s veral5 sinceg arden taste. btt 3 have fallen apart.
No. I’m sorry. They do not make me feel fancy like JD. I also hadto i enter to the realm of satan. welcome. s now that
the sho. o. ow/ w is ove r I hope to kill again. but I justt got this
Is it annoying when someone sees you in public ool part in the prquel to ““““ iiiiii ““” I m wrtng something here
and calls you JD? during my do1111wntim e he will decide who lives and dies
No. I am grateful and appreciative. People are 99.9% respectful.
Wheredid “EAGLE!!!!!c”ome rf0m?
Can I be your new personal assistant? I’ll work
for cheap.
How fast can you skin a squirrel?
YOU’VE HAD?
I studied abroad in Italy my Junior year of col- I was playing videogames late one night in my
lege and lived at this old castle. The students stayed in room. I put down the controller and went to open the
what is affectionately called “The Croft.” Every night door, however the doorknob would not turn. Not as if
we would hear noises, like someone walking, but we it was locked, but as if someone was holding the other
would just assume it was the old wood creaking, or side. I doubled check to make sure the door was un-
somebody going to use the restroom. One weekend the locked. And really put effort in to opening my door.
whole group, except myself and two others, decided to I even said out loud to let go, thinking my dad had
go to Milan for the weekend. woken up and was playing a weird joke. No answer
One evening, as I lay in bed reading a book and on the other side. Finally get the door opened. My
waiting for my friend to get back from the library, I whole family was asleep. Something was holding
distinctly heard the sound of the croft door open and that doorknob on the other side.
close. I then heard halting steps on the stairs; these die_by_lag
out to them and asked who was in the croft? They re-
plied that no one but me was in there. When I was 11 years old, I woke up one night and
I didn’t even hesitate; I jumped out my win- saw a man standing in my room, opening and clos-
dow, and the moment I was out, I heard the door to ing my dresser drawers. He was tall, pale, and shiny,
my room slam open and what I can only describe as but he looked corporeal--not translucent or ghostly or
a whispered scream. I asked the Castle’s cook about it, anything. I couldn’t move at all, but I pissed myself
and she explained that there were ghosts in the croft, instantly. I shut my eyes as tight as I could, but when
three in fact. One little girl that liked to play pranks, I opened them, he was still there, opening and clos-
one weeping woman, and one malicious man with a ing drawers. I kept my eyes closed for a long time, and
hate for the living. finally, after what seemed like hours, he was gone.
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The next morning, a lot of my shirts and pants were ting on the bed, proficiently working the gyro. I told
tied in knots. I came to the conclusion that I had a very my kid I was happy he figured it out and he replied,
vivid dream, and perhaps my sister played a joke on “Oh it’s easy now that Grandpa Ray showed me how
me by tying my clothes in knots. it works.”
Flash forward 15 years. We had long since moved Cinch123
strange that she hung out in that specific room. She no-
ticed the bed in the Master bedroom didn’t look like I woke up out of bed in the middle of the night,
it had been slept in in a while, and that the master I walked out into the living room and saw my dad
bath had clearly not been used in a long time. Once slumped over and walking to the front door. I just
we bought the house, the neighbor told us that the stood there and watched and he walked out side and
old lady didn’t like to spend any time in the master sat down on the sidewalk that went up to the front
suite anymore because that’s where her husband, door. I watched him through the window for a second
Ray, had died. and he just sat there staring into a tree with no expres-
Fast forward a few years. My wife is out for the sion on his face. He looked really pale and almost
day so it’s just our 3-year old, our baby, and myself at blueish. I then walked down to my parent’s room and
home. After putting the baby down for a nap I asked I woke up my mom and asked her why dad was sit-
the 3-year-old to hang out in the bedroom while I got ting outside. Then I will never forget it, she said “What
a quick shower. He was playing with a gyro toy he had are you talking about? He’s right here” and I looked
gotten a few days before, but was having a lot of trou- over her and my dad was lying asleep in bed.
ble figuring it out. I went in the shower and left him on windosckk
the bed with the toy and a few others. While I was in
the shower, I thought I heard him talking to someone I looked into my alphabet cereal and it said
- maybe my wife had come home early - but when I “ooooooooooooooooooooo.”
got out, it was still just him and I. But now he was sit- thebeardsman
HIVE
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MIND
The Thing (1982)
John Carpenter
Halloween (1978)
John Carpenter
HORROR
The Shining (1980)
Stanley Kubrick
Psycho (1960)
Alfred Hitchcock
FILMS
event Horizon (1997)
Paul W.S. Anderson
Suspiria (1977)
Dario Argento
ALIEN (1979)
Ridley Scott
[REC] (2007)
Jaume Balaguero
Poltergeist (1982)
Tobe Hooper
What is “body removal”? ed to the elevator and the smell got worse. (Keep in mind you
I drive a big black van, wear a black suit, and pick up dead could smell the body from outside the building.) In the hall-
bodies in whatever condition they are in. way, I got nervous because it’s the worst smell I’ve encoun-
My company does removal, transfers, and shipping. Re- tered so far. For a very brief moment I get a whiff that’s so bad
moval is more for police related deaths; includes homicides, it makes me want to say I can’t do it.
suicides, unattended deaths, and suspicious deaths. Transfers The body is laying a few feet inside in the middle of the
are when people have a planned / unplanned death at home living room floor. The sight is just as bad as the smell. All the
or nursing home. Shipping and receiving people is people skin was black (they were white), the pool of blood was de-
at the airport who died while out of country and want to be cent in size, and they were minus a face. When I say they had
buried in their country of origin, etc. no face, I mean it was eaten. What was there was a moving
ball of maggots. The front of the skull was completely sunk-
What is the worst removal you’ve ever en in with a large gaping hole. The entire body was covered
done? in maggots, but mostly concentrated on the face and chest.
There are a few factors that can come into play that make I’m not talking hundreds, I’m talking thousands. They call
specific removals worse than others. The weight of the per- these bodies “hummers” because the sound all those maggots
son, where they are located (bathtub, narrow hallway, open make. We get our game plan together quickly, because ob-
floor, in a noose), does the building have an elevator, how viously standing in there was really testing your ability not
many stairs, are there sharp turns, how long the body been to throw up. Moving them was difficult because limbs will
sitting for, and bugs. simply tear off in that state. The police actually stayed in the
There were two really bad ones I’ve done so far, both room and dealt with the smell to watch us work. Needless to
were decomps. Decomp is just short for decomposition or un- say, we packed them up in about 15 minutes and got them
attended death (aka someone dies and no one finds out for an down to the coroner’s. Another bad one was much like this,
extended time.) however no bugs - but they weighed almost 400 lbs.
A really bad one - I pulled up to an apartment building
and all the cops are huddled in the foyer waiting to tell us Strangest condition/place a body’s come to
how bad it is. We’ve already been informed it’s a severe de- you in/from?
comp and have boots with us. They say were going to need a There’s a pasta factory in the city and one of the workers
shovel, and they show us pictures on their evidence camera fell head first into one of the huge grinders. Was found with
before we go up and have to deal with the smell. Luckily, the only his feet sticking up.
person was small and had a lot of clutter free space around Another was a wealthy individual who lived in a three-
them to work. That was about the only good thing. We head- story apartment filled with taxidermied large cats (leopard of
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I’ve been told that the smells of dead bodies However, there was a suicide last year where the person
can be really terrible and overpowering, had won the lotto jackpot. Lived in a bad apartment above a
how do you deal with that? store, and there was around 80k in cash sitting on his desk. I
If they are fresh, sometimes you don’t even notice it. guess that depends on your morals and if the police are look-
It’s when they’ve been sitting anywhere from a few days to ing. It’s possible in some situations to steal, but I’m morally
weeks (depending on the person / temperature). When some- opposed and have not.
one dies, they are able to ‘purge’ out fluids from any orifice at
anytime. Bodily fluids, or purge, smells terrible. That usually Are you pretty much desensitized to all
just smells like vomit or shit though. Rotting flesh - smells. dead bodies by this point or are there
Really bad. It’s not just the smell, but it is noxious and over- many/some that really stand out as quite
powering. It’s thick and it absorbs into your pores (if you take disturbing?
a shit later, it will smell like it). Everyone usually pukes at I don’t think anyone gets use to dead babies. I literally
their first decomp, or at least gags. Before I had done one, they deliver bins of human heads to surgical practice centers - so
told me the trick was to put Vicks under your nose. I’ve al- I’m pretty desensitized. However, with TV and movies you
ways had a strong stomach, and although I didn’t know it get the emotional side and the actual infliction, which I don’t
was this strong, I still have yet to gag. usually see.
Ever take a ring or a gold tooth? What are these surgical practice centers
Everything has to be documented. Even if it weren’t tak- you deliver to?
en on record - families would know about the jewelry. The Places like universities and hospitals have doctors in
only way this would be possible is if it were a ‘coroners call’, training, who need to practice. The deceased, while living,
where it’s only police and the body is going to the coroner’s signed to have their body donated to science. When you do
office. Even then family would eventually be contacted, but that you could be left intact, but mostly you get cut up into
I’d say it would be less of chance of being caught. I would hundreds of pieces for various uses. I once opened up a bag to
never steal someone’s jewelry, knowing that a family is go- check the body to see which end was the head when taking it
ing to be going through enough grief as is. to a hospital, and there was no head.
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I work in the anatomy laboratory at a univer- I always find myself thinking how good their muscles would
sity. We get the donors anywhere from a couple look dissected.
of hours to a couple of days after they die, embalm
them, and then create specimens that can be used Please tell a story.
for anatomical education. The weirdest thing we do is probably when you have to make
a head specimen. You cut through the throat with a big knife and
Did it start out as just a hobby? the get a hand saw to cut through the vertebrae of the neck. Then
I was going to be taking a class that had a dissection compo- depending on the specimen you want to produce, you may have
nent in a coming semester, so I asked the manager if it would to slice it in half down the middle of the face with the band saw.
be possible to do some volunteer dissection during one of my
vacations to improve my skills before I took the class. I just kind My dad donated his body…
of enjoyed it and would go in to dissect intermittently over the I understand that must evoke some difficult imagery for you
course of my degree. and I do apologize, but I just wanted to let you know I’ve met
prospective donors, and we let them know more or less of the
I’m wondering what is going on in your mind, entire process. To tell you the truth, they seem ok with the facts,
what do you enjoy in cutting people? and generally they respond with humor. We really appreciate
It’s not so much the cutting but more the sculpting part of the gift our donors give us, and they are, at all stages, treated
it. It’s a very technical skill, and with practice you can see huge with dignity and respect.
improvements in your dexterity and productions. I can visual-
ize an area of the body that cannot be seen and figure out ways Have you ever attached different body parts
of revealing them. of different people together, for fun?
You can’t really do that, as you’ve got to keep them isolated
How would a cadaver end up getting from each other so that in the end you can get all the parts back
dissected by you? Would they be donations to together for cremation. Though when you first dismember the
science? body, you sometimes swap their arms for legs and legs for arms,
The university has a specific body donation program that we which looks pretty strange.
get our cadavers from. You register into that program and then
when you die you are bought to us, and we will pay for the fu- What can you tell about someone’s life-style
neral director costs and the cost of cremation as well. I think dona- from their bodies?
tions to science end up in a different sort of facility. It’s gotten me into exercising that’s for sure. Seeing what be-
ing overweight does to your body is horrible. It just puts a lot of
Are the bits left over still cremated or buried strain on all the systems of your body. Their hearts will be de-
if you want them to be? formed or scarred from multiple surgeries, diminished lung size,
We keep everything from the body together and reunite all distended bowels, liver pathologies, bone and joint disorders,
the pieces at the end. Most people opt for a cremation, since we the list goes on. I’m also trying to tone down on the binge drink-
pay the cost of that, and then their remains are returned to their ing a little too. The youngest donor we have died of chronic liver
next of kin. Some people request a burial however, which due to disease and variceal bleeding due to his alcoholism. I figured it’d
the cost must be covered by the estate/family. be a good idea to not inflict a bottle of scotch upon my liver every
Friday and Saturday night.
Do you find yourself staring at people while
at the mall, and idly thinking what a high Have you ever made a terrible mistake while
quality specimen they are? dissecting a body?
Yeah, it’s weird, haha. I go rock climbing and swimming and Nothing too terrible. They’re dead.
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There used to be a bar called Georgie’s across the street from my youthful appearance, if you know what I’m saying.
office that had been closed and apparently just left to rot well be- After a few nights of having him and I be the only two
fore I started working here, and as such I had never seen the in- in the building, he finished off his routine by telling me that I
side of it. All that I knew about it was what I could gather walk- should stop in to Georgie’s some night.
ing past the front windows every morning as I got off the bus. Georgie’s. The abandoned bar across the street.
There were signs and flyers taped to the window much like any Now, I don’t want to come off as a dick or anything, but my
bar: Coors drafts were fifty cents on Tuesdays, Wednesday was first thought was that the custodian was retarded in some vari-
ladies night, and they required ID from all patrons. Behind the ety and that he didn’t really know what he was talking about.
hastily taped up signs, the windows were all covered in aging With little faith in the custodian’s mental abilities, I sort of
brown butcher paper like many similar boarded up establish- half-heartedly told him that I was reasonably certain that the
ments, so the signs truly were the depth of my knowledge. bar in question had been closed for a while, and that I had never
I work really late hours pretty regularly. My company ana- even seen it open since I started working in that building years
lyzes data for large institutions and most of our clients require prior. The custodian seemed a bit put off by this and told me that
guarantees and agreements in place to turn around any work one of his friends owned the building and that he had been try-
we receive in 48 hours or less. My part of this is the last step in ing to clean it out at night by inviting people to come drink the
a rather complicated (if not admittedly boring) process and as leftover booze for free. I have to admit that I was sort of put off by
such, my schedule is generally the most affected by any kinks in the idea of drinking years-old liquor in a presumably dilapidat-
the system. As a result of my fucked up work schedule, I found ed and abandoned bar, so I politely brushed off the idea. Besides,
myself running into the building custodian doing his nightly I sensed that there was just something off about a story like that,
rounds with a certain bit of regularity. He’d come in somewhere something that just didn’t add up about an owner of an aban-
around 7-8PM every night, mutter to himself, pull bags out of doned bar cleaning up his property by giving away liquor of
all of the trash baskets around me, tie them off, leave them in questionable origin instead of throwing it away, but once again
the hall by the doors, and go about his routine. It was pretty ob- I assumed that there might also just be something off about the
vious by looking at him that he had a few years under his belt, custodian himself in the form of a mental disability, so I ignored
as nobody’s ever accused anybody who spent their days mired it and moved on. I went back to work and didn’t think any more
in hard labor and poor health decisions of having a deceptively of it.
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05
...nothing seemed to
I stayed in that hotel for three days,
not leaving my room, living off of room
make sense.
service, calling off of work each day. I was
at wit’s end and I was sure I had lost my ous that it was my garbage, and he want-
mental faculties at that point as noth- ed me to just knock it off and move on. I
ing seemed to make sense. Eventually I restated my position about the custodian
checked out of the hotel mid day and took that I had nightly conversations with,
a cab to my office. I was relieved to find no and my boss’ weird look instantly became
old man waiting outside the hotel, outside my office, or any- more troubled. It took the police twenty three minutes to arrive
where. Perhaps he had finally moved on. at the office.
When I found my boss, he asked me where I had been and I told the police everything. The janitor, the old man, Geor-
I made up some bullshit about stomach flu. I figured that if I was gie’s, all of it. Within hours the neighborhood was flooded with
going crazy, I didn’t need to advertise it just yet. He told me that cops and they eventually received the authorization and man-
they were running behind schedule because of my absence and power to break down the door to Georgie’s. As the cops who bore
that I needed to jump back in. He started bitching at me about first hand witness told the story to reporters, the smell of death
my work responsibilities and I was pretty much tuning him out was overpowering as the glass door shattered. The scene they
at that point until he got to the last point he was trying to ad- walked into was both macabre and surreal. There were four
dress: bodies crudely stitched together from the parts of other bod-
“Stop leaving your fucking garbage bags in the hall every ies, as if somebody took four sets of heads, four sets of legs, four
night, too, will you?” sets of arms and four torsos, and mixed them up into random
I told him that it was the custodian who did that every configurations.
night, obviously, as I had no interest in staying late to clean the The set, however, was missing pieces. One body had no
office. My boss gave me a weird look and told me there was no arms, one body had no legs, one body had no head, and finally
custodian, no janitor, no cleaning staff, and that the bags were there was simply a pile of pieces with no torso to attach to.
only ever found in the hall closest to where I work. It was obvi- Macabre, surreal, and fortunately incomplete.
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THE THING
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OUTSIDE
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My grandparents live in a woodsy, out-of-the-way place where the roads are still made
of dirt. We go up there for Christmas and Thanksgiving and sometimes in the summer. They
live in a trailer home, but it’s one of those nice ones that looks almost like a house and has
five rooms. There is a large porch my grandpa built out front with steps leading to the ground.
One summer night I was watching Pulp Fiction in my aunt’s room with my mom and
cousin. My mom wanted me to make her iced tea, and my cousin, who was 21 at the time,
wanted to make nachos. So we both left to the kitchen.
The grandparents were asleep at the far side of the trailer and all the lights were off, except
slate, featureless.
He ran in and grabbed the biggest knife he
could find, setting his plate down. I flipped out
and followed him, asking him what it was.
“There’s something crawling up the porch
steps,” he said, his voice quivering. My cous-
in is a big man, not only tall, but sturdy and
broad-shouldered, with a large red beard and a huge tattoo on his forearm. He gets drunk and
fights random people at parties, so it takes a lot to get him scared.
We got to the little bay window that overlooked the porch and I nearly had a heart attack.
A dark figure, like that of a man with broad shoulders, was slinking up the steps. He was
on all fours, his face a blank slate, featureless. You could just see indentation where the eyes
and mouth would be. His edges were kind of fuzzy, like a picture that was taken blurry, al-
most blending into the background. I couldn’t make out clothes, just an endless sleek black
form. He was bald, and his head was spazzing out. Literally, it was twitching and kind of
pulsating like jello. He slowly was creeping up the steps. He climbed to the top step (the fifth
one) and stopped moving all together.
My cousin and I stood in shock. The living room we were in was almost pitch black and
the figure was illumined by the porch light’s glow.
“You see it?” He whispered.
“I see,” I said.
The crouching figure extended a hand across the entrance to the porch but jerked back-
ward and crab-walked down the steps, disappearing into the woods. It took less than 10 sec-
onds for it to disappear; so quick we almost thought it never happened.
BUTTON HEAD
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Back in the late ‘80s, I worked for a U.S. Depart- In those days, the halls of every building were
ment of Energy laboratory in the American South- plastered with information security awareness post-
west. A set of sprawling cities-within-cities, the DOE ers, usually featuring a red-faced villain wearing a
lab complex employs thousands of people, with work trench coat. Beware of your Adversary - protect your
ranging from computer science, physics, and chem- secrets! The enemy is always watching! Always dis-
istry, all the way to important infrastructure jobs like pose of sensitive documents in a burn bag! It’s likely
construction or security. I worked on mainframes at that Button Head was a mishmash of popular alien
the time. myths and the pervasive atmosphere of cold war para-
Like any secure government facility, this partic- noia, and embodied the idea of an “insider threat.” The
ular complex had a set of colorful local legends that Button Head legend went something like this:
over-dramatized the “mysterious” work we performed. When working late at night, be on the watch for
People were convinced that the labs held evidence Button Head, who prowls the laboratory halls after
that aliens had visited us in the ‘50s, or that we’d de- sundown. He can only get you when you’re alone. He
veloped a neutron bomb capable of wiping out cities doesn’t have a mouth to speak or ears to hear, but his
without destroying any buildings, or that we were eyes do more than see, and he’s always watching.
sitting on cold fusion technology, but were keeping it According to witnesses, Button Head looked like
a secret to protect the interests of big oil. These are all a person from far away, but had a featureless, roundish
completely false. In reality, the labs were run much head, with a pair of deep holes in the center of his face.
like any other company - we had timecards, deadlines, Nobody ever said what Button Head was watching for
department meetings, and boss’s day lunches, just like or what he would do if he ever caught you alone. It
everybody else. Despite (or perhaps because of) the re- was typically the older lab veterans who would bring
ality of mundane lab work, staff often got a kick out up Button Head, along with hushed stories about the
of perpetuating these myths. While on a lunch break, mysterious disappearance of several night-owl em-
I was once asked if I’d ever been to the flying saucer ployees over the years.
hanger. “Which one?” I replied, “We’ve got our own During a retirement party, I’d jokingly asked the
fleet.” guest of honor if he’d ever seen Button Head.
More interesting, and often much more dark, “I saw it once, in one of the old warehouses way
were the stories that circulated between scientists and south of the tech area,” he replied, cracking a forced
lab staff within the walls of the complex. One such ru- smile. “I remember the smell, most of all.”
mor posited that physicists had briefly made contact “So is he an alien, or just a regular old ghost?”
with humans from the distant future, and that the The smile quickly drained away. He paused, look-
transmission was I.B.D.: “Interesting, But Disturbing.” ing like he might confess something important, but
Another popular rumor held that we’d created a bio- stopped short of it, muttering: “...no, it’s much worse
logical agent so virulent that the labs had been forced than that.”
to quarantine an entire building, raze it to the ground, A few months later, I was pulling a late night in
and bury the rubble in the desert, along with its de- one of our mainframe rooms, performing some main-
ceased inhabitants. My favorite story: Button Head is tenance work with a coworker, a contractor named
watching you. Gary. Gary, a bald, pudgy, diabetic Mormon, was a
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salt-of-the-Earth type with an easygoing demeanor. few hundred feet away, but I could tell something was
He had an “abbreviated” sense of humor, but didn’t clearly wrong by the way it walked - it had an impos-
have a mean bone in his body, and was a good col- sibly fast gait, like people from old newsreel clips - and
league. The mainframe room was in the largest single- by its head, which looked like an enlarged, lumpy orb.
story building in the complex, with around twenty When its face came into view, I sprinted back into the
crisscrossing halls that seemed to stretch on to infin- mainframe room, which thankfully had a mechanical
ity. After working hours, most of these halls would pushbutton lock.
fall pitch dark. Hall D, our mainframe hall, was still lit, The face was utterly unrecognizable. It was just a
but every other hall was a catacomb tunnel, with only scattered set of abscesses and holes.
the faint glow of the occasional vending machine to After slamming the door shut and backing toward
illuminate the faraway corners of the building. The the desks, a figure appeared in the small frosted safety
mainframe computer room itself was large, but was window. It was quiet for a moment, and then it spoke:
stuffed with IBM System/370s and noisy, fridge-sized “It’s Gary. Let me in. I just saw something.”
cooling units. It wasn’t Feng shui or anything, but we I couldn’t hear it perfectly over the drone of the
loved playing around with computers so much that fans, but something wasn’t right about the voice. It
we didn’t mind. sounded like Gary, but as if he were leading some sort
At around 9 or 10 that night, Gary left the room for of spoken word chant with dozens of other voices.
a bio break, leaving me alone at my terminal. 30 min- It instantly dawned on me that Gary knew the lock
utes later the lights flickered off. This was a frequent combination. I was paralyzed with fear, and didn’t
occurrence in the aging building, which was why we respond. At this point, the smell was so strong that it
armed ourselves with flashlights for the late shifts. almost hurt to breathe. It spoke again:
I noticed that Gary hadn’t returned from the men’s “It’s Gary. Let me in. I just saw something.”
room, and as I felt the call of nature myself, I grabbed It sounded like an identical recording of what I’d
my EverReady and headed out the door to check heard seconds ago. My heart sunk when I realized that
things out. That’s when I first noticed the smell. I tell there weren’t any other exits to the room. I backed up
folks that it smelled like “Mint gum and roach poison,” toward the machines, quietly hoping that the thing
but there was an indescribable and subtle sickness to would go away and that the lights would come back
it; I’ve never smelled anything like it since. It was the on. A deep buzzing sound came from the other side of
scent of something horribly unclean and unnatural the door, followed by more words from the thing in
combined with a potent, artificial sweetness. the hall:
I left mainframe room and hurried toward the “Hello? Honey?”
men’s room, which was two darkened hallways over. The voice had the muffled pitch of a telephone re-
I made it five paces when I saw him, or it, or what- ceiver, but it was clearly my wife. It sounded like she
ever it was; standing in front of the exit doors at the was at home.
far end of Hall D was what looked like a man wear- “Hon, is that you? Is everything ok?”
ing a gray jumpsuit. Both it and I remained motionless I was in a state of confusion, despair, and shock. I
as I trained my light down the hall. Seconds later, it summoned the courage to approach the door, aiming
WHITE WITCH
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A CHOICE
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MY HALLOWEEN COSTUME.
AND YES, I ACTUALLY SHAVE MY HEAD
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STORIES
STORIES 45
In my dream, I was on the top of dad about it, and they both took it as a dad and other masons to give them mud.
the scaffold, and I saw my step father premonition that my step dad was go- As I walked by the new guy un-
(who worked as a mason with me) ing to die, but I dismissed it and forgot loading bricks, I looked down the scaf-
cleaning the scaffold with his trowel. about it by the next day. fold to the ground, and below me is a
This is unusual because scaffolds get Two weeks later, I’m on the ground pile of bricks. Walking past the pile
dirty sometimes, but it doesn’t much about to climb the scaffold, and I see of bricks is the new guy’s brother. He
matter, and you certainly don’t dam- two guys fighting. Hmm, I thought, looks up at me casually, and I instantly
age a valuable trowel to clean it. that’s a funny coincidence. I stopped recognize him as the man that fell in
I saw two men fighting, and one the fight, went back to work, and my dream.
pushed the other the edge where a climbed the scaffold four stories up Immediately I realize I have my
pile of bricks waited below. This was where the masons were continuing the hands filled with 80 pounds of mud,
also unusual, because the scaffold is brick wall. walking behind an inexperienced la-
generally protected by a steel cross- Once I get to the top of the ladder, borer, next to a section of scaffold that
beam and 2x4 boards. The only time I see a pallet of bricks being unloaded isn’t protected because the brick mate-
they are removed is to land materials by a new guy who was hired that day, rials were just landed. I was the one to
using a boom-crane, but then the pro- along with his brother. die.
tection is soon placed back on. Past him, on the opposite side of I dropped the mud buckets just
The strangest part was as I the scaffold, I saw my step dad cleaning as the new guy stood up and backed
watched this man fall to his death, he his trowel off on the scaffold. It looked into me, knocking me off the scaffold.
looked at me with indifference. As he just like in my dream, only the other I managed to just barely grab onto the
fell, he knew he was going to die, and way around. side of the scaffold and caught myself. I
he used his last moments of life to look That’s weird, I thought. I can’t be- climbed back on and took a deep breath
at me. He didn’t look scared, or afraid, lieve I didn’t realize that in my dream of relief.
or at peace, he just looked at me casu- that he was cleaning his trowel and not The man that almost killed me says
ally like I was an acquaintance pass- the scaffold. I must have seen it before “Sorry,” looks down, and then, “Wow,
ing him on the sidewalk. My dream and put it in my dream subconsciously. that could have been bad.” He almost
ends. That explains it. got thrown down to his brother.
I rarely have dreams I remember As a laborer, it’s one of my jobs to make I know for a fact that I would have
past my feet hitting the floor, but this sure the masons have cement, so I filled died if I didn’t have that dream. I don’t
stayed with me, especially the man two five-gallon buckets full and went to believe in premonitions, but it’s an aw-
looking at me. I told my mom and step carry them past the new guy to my step ful lot of coincidences.
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FORECLOSURE
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I work at a real estate office where we primarily sell are the law.If the house is occupied my job is to make contact and
houses, which have been foreclosed on by lenders. We aren’t determine who they are. There are laws that establish what hap-
involved in the actual foreclosures or evictions - anonymous pens to a borrower as opposed to a tenant and the service mem
lawyers in the cloud somewhere are tasked with that paper- ber relief act adds an additional set of questions that must be
work. We are the boots on the ground who interact with the answered. Some of the people have an idea of why I am there.
actual walls, roofs, and occasional bomb threat. Some claim they never knew they were foreclosed on, or they
When the lender forecloses or is thinking of foreclosing tell me they have worked something out with their lender.
on a property, one of the first things that happens is they will Some won’t tell me a thing and some threaten me to never re-
send somebody out to see if there is actually a house there or if turn in the name of the police, their lawyer, or the occasional
there is anybody living there who needs to be evicted. “or else/if I were you.” During one initial visit, the sight
Lawyers are expensive, so they send a real estate of 50-60 motorcycles parked on the lawn suggest-
agent or a property preservation company ed that we try again the next day. At anoth-
out to check first. er, the police had cordoned off the area
There is the occasional discovery and were in the process of searching
of fraud, where there was never a the lake for the body of a depressed
house on the parcel to begin with, homeowner.
but such instances are rare. Some- If nobody is home I have to
times this initial visit results in determine if they are at work, on
discovering a house that has vacation, in the army, winter-
burned down, demolished, ing/summering at their other
abandoned, or occupied by home, in jail, in a nursing home,
somebody who has absolutely dead, or if they have moved
no connection with the home- away. It isn’t easy. Utilities can
owner. Sometimes the houses be left on for months. Neigh-
are discovered to be crack dens bors can be staging the yard and
or meth labs, sometimes they are house to appear occupied to pre-
sites of cock or dog fighting opera- vent blight in their neighborhood.
tions, or you might even find a back By the same token, people will stop
yard filled with a pot cultivation that cutting the lawn for months, let trash
can’t be traced back to anybody because it and old phone books pile up on their porch,
was planted in yet another vacant house in a lose gas and electric service and still continue to
blighted neighborhood. live in properties that are not only physically unsafe
The house could be worth less than zero, blighted to the to approach, but are so filthy that when it comes time to clean
point where you can’t even give it away (this is a literal state- them, the crews have to wear hazmat suits. One house had a
ment, I have tried to give away many houses or even vacant gallon pickle jar filled with dead roaches on the porch - some-
lots with no takers over the years) or it could be a waterfront body lived in that house and thought it was a logical thing to
mansion in a gated golf community worth well over seven fig- do. People like me are tasked with first contact.
ures that does not include the number “one”. Sometimes they Evictions are expensive and time-consuming. Ultimately,
are found to have been seized by the IRS, the local tax authority, once the process gets that far, there isn’t much that can be done
the DEA or the US Marshal. Variety is the rule. The end results to prevent it. If you didn’t pay your mortgage, the lender gets
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the house back. There are an infinite number of reasons why won’t take the deal. They can’t afford anything else. They don’t
a mortgage couldn’t be paid, some are more sympathetic than have anywhere else to go. They want to make the eviction as ex-
others, but in the end you will be leaving the property willing- pensive as possible. They’re going to get “a big settlement” from
ly or not. The lawyers handle the evictions; they churn through some vague lawsuit any day now. They want their kids to finish
the paperwork in the background, ten thousand properties at a out the school year. They intend to take the furnace as soon as
time. They function based on templates, personal experience they find a new house. I get all kinds of different reasons. Some
with the various judges, and intimate knowledge of the fed- are heartbreaking, others not so much.
eral, state and municipal laws. For those who do take the deal, at the appointed date and
As a business decision, many lenders have determined time I will meet them at their former home. I walk the yard
that it is cheaper to settle with the occupants; instead of going and enter every room. I open every drawer and cupboard mak-
through the formal eviction they will offer cash. In exchange ing sure the house is clean and doesn’t have old engines, toxic
for surrendering a property in reasonably clean condition with chemicals, or dead dogs lingering anywhere. Sometimes the
the furnace still hooked up, the kitchen not stripped, and the kids are there, maybe waiting in the car, maybe not. I see the
basement not intentionally flooded, the lender will cut the oc- marks on the wall showing how the kids grew over the years. I
cupants a check. It costs much less than an eviction, provides see the anguished poetry scribbled on the wall by stoned teen-
reasonable hope that the plumbing won’t freeze, and can take agers and the occasional hole punched in the wall. One woman
a fraction of the time to obtain possession. This is where the handed me the key to her reinforced bedroom door - during the
personal element becomes real. divorce her now ex-husband was still living in the house, so she
When I make first contact and explain the lender is offer- had to barricade herself in at night. Another said, “right there is
ing them money to leave, sometimes they tell me they haven’t where I found my son, he couldn’t handle losing the house”.
slept for months, knowing that something was going to hap- Sometimes they don’t want the money or to be evicted,
pen, but never knowing if tomorrow was the day that some- so they sign a waiver stating that everything left inside can be
body kicked in their door and threw their kids out on the lawn. disposed of: hospital beds, oxygen tanks and wheelchairs, hun-
Their lenders won’t tell them anything, they have nothing dreds of boxes of shoes, a mannequin, a 2nd grader’s homework
to go on but horror stories from other people that they never portfolio, a wedding album filled with pictures with one person
knew. It never occurs to them that they should call an attorney torn out, get rich quick “business plans,” 40 years worth of draft-
and ask about what was going on. I am often the first person to ing documents. To the lenders and the lawyers, these things
discuss their situation that isn’t a debt collector - you can hear the don’t exist, they close the file and order a trashout. Sometimes I
release of a massive weight in their voice.Or, they can get angry linger as I check the basement for mold and lead. I am the final
and defensive, tell me that they were never foreclosed on, tell me period on so many significant chapters. To most other people it is
that I am trespassing and owe them $5,000 in “land use fees” for just part of the job, but in so many other universes this is where I
“using” their property as I walk to the front door. They threaten to ended up. There is no difference between myself and these peo-
sue, they threaten to call the cops, and they say I should look un- ple other than the intangible twists of experience.
der my car before I start it from now on. They send letters written And so I listen. I feign dispassion but I’m not fooling any-
in various forms of English, one time scribed in crayon, detailing body. Somehow they can tell that I care and thank me even as
their rights and how I am violating some maritime treaty from they admit that it isn’t my fault, that it isn’t my responsibility
the 1700’s. to listen. I’ve stood inside another’s dream for an hour as they
In my travels I have learned that if you copyright your spoke, not really to be heard but to say goodbye - to leave the
name you can’t be named in any kind of legal action, if you ghosts behind.
never write down your zip code then you aren’t a resident of They go to the car and return with the garage door openers The
the United States, and that if I tell somebody that their lender is keys are peeled from a ring. They thank me. Sometimes they cry.
offering them money to vacate while leaving the staircase (yes, And they’re gone.
these get stolen) and driveway (yes, these get stolen) in place - I wait for their car to vanish before I put up the sign. To most
then I am guilty of slave trading under some United Nations everybody else it is just another house on just another block in
something or other. For those who reject the deal, nothing just another city in just another financial catastrophe. But I was
changes. They don’t lose any rights and it isn’t counted against there. I saw the dream end.
them in any way, neither the lawyers nor the courts care, be- I don’t make them turn out the lights one last time as
cause the lenders don’t have to offer anything, the eviction they leave.
process continues. I listen to the stories about why they can’t or That’s my job.
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my dad is a rebel
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My big-eyed cat
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someone far
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A DOG
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MY PARENTS’ BACKYARD
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EVOLUTION
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COMM UNIT Y
of the
MONTH
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TIL that the entire GoldenEye 007 game TIL Lauren Bush married Ralph Lau-
on N64 is only 12 MB. ren’s son and her name is now Lauren
-FredWampy Lauren.
- awolff
TIL that the reddiquette explicitely says
that redditors shouldn’t “correct oth- TIL Kevin Spacey refused top billing for
ers’ grammar and spelling” because “it Seven to avoid giving away the killer’s
doesn’t add to the conversation.” identity in the opening credits.
-instant_street - Y_U_No_F_OFF
TIL Clint Eastwood ran for mayor of TIL that dolphins can identify with hu-
Carmel, CA to overturn a ban on ice mans by checking our skeleton struc-
cream parlors. He won. ture through their sonar; and often help
-Fjosnisse shipwreck victims stay afloat and fight
off sharks, because as a mammal, they
TIL that Thai cops had to wear a pink can understand drowning.
Hello Kitty armband over their uni- - Alreadytakenusername
forms if they broke the law or the rules
of duty. TIL the US printed special money for
- cactuscatcactus Hawaii during WWII to be deemed in-
valid in case of a Japanese invasion.
TIL that the time traveling machine in - Timpkmn89
Back to the Future was originally sup-
posed to be a refrigerator, but director TIL that even the KKK have distanced
Robert Zemeckis feared that children themselves from the Westboro Baptist
would climb into their home fridges Church, referring to them as “hatemon-
and suffocate themselves, so they went gers.”
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12 Seven months in madagascar
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38 the top communities
WHY CAN’T WE
CONSCIOUSLY 46 a happy fellow
LITTLE
54 octopus man
55 water dragon
I GOT
BANNED permalink SUBMITTED BY mooremic
hen the Apple store in the mall opened, I may or may not have used
W their unsecured Wi-Fi to set home pages to things that may or may
not have been motherless videos of dolphins engaged in various ac-
tivities with people. Also the mall may or may not actually have a very tiny
jail in it.
THESHIRT
arly last year I made an account “I_google_you.” I’d find the high-
E est ranking comment in any thread, google the username, find out all
their personal info and post it. Got permabanned from Reddit (no, not
silent banned, but straight up “access denied.”) Reddit.com worked fine, how-
ever clicking anything else would bring me to “access denied”. Front page also
didn’t update. Took me a week to figure out they permabanned me. Restart of
modem/router + new IP and I was good to go.
o85
y friends and I went out drinking on his twenty-first in a NYC bar and
M every single one of us blacked out. We all woke up the next morning
at the arranged drunk stay over house, no one aware of what hap-
pened or how we got there. We chalk it up to youthful discretion and go on
living our lives. Fast-forward two years… My friend and I are in the city and
decided to stop by the same bar mid-day for a drink, having such a fond mem-
ory (or lack thereof) and never having gone back afterward. We take two steps
in the bar and the bartender and every patron immediately points to the door.
It is then we notice a large picture of my friend on the wall with the words
“DO NOT LET THIS MAN OR ANYONE HE IS WITH IN THIS BAR” written on
it. Still don’t know what we did.
Mookey1234
ASKREDDIT 6
26
was banned from Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles for calling and speak-
was banned from Albertson’s (SoCal Grocery Store) for buying banan-
I as in a gorilla suit without using words. I paid for them and every-
thing. Everyone but the security manager thought it was funny. We
tried the same thing at Trader Joe’s later that day, not only did they not ban me,
but they gave me three bundles for free.
Jaymunee80
I pick up other people’s litter. Even when I’m walk- When I find a penny that is tail sides up, I always flip
ing with friends and they drop something, I’ll pick it so that someone else can find it heads up.
it up and carry it until I find a bin. It’s certainly set a AdaroTeiji
good example for my son, though a few of my friends
think it’s a bit nutty. I’m a lapsed Buddhist and back I give people extra exercise by holding the door so
in my more dedicated days I took a vow not to de- that they have to half-jog for it.
stroy any towns or cities. I interpreted littering as esssssss
contributing to destruction (a bit of a stretch, I know)
and some of those old habits are hard to break, not If I see someone’s computer clogged up with IE tool-
that I’d necessarily want to. bars, rammed with spyware, viruses and all that
Red_Bastard other good stuff, I don’t take a picture and post it to
Reddit. I help them out, offer advice, and give them
I seed torrents after downloading them. I turn off my email if they ever get into a situation like that
adblock for sites I think deserve it. again.
invertedcross juhache
I smile at store clerks and have nice conversations If I come across a speed trap on the highway, I flick
with them. my high beams so oncoming traffic can know.
gordybombay MrMed
I say “please” and “thank you,” and refer to people I always give people a little ‘thank you’ wave when
older than me as “sir” or “ma’am”. merging or letting others through. If someone just
I’m 21 and it’s a rarity to find people my age or cuts me off, they’re an asshole and the drive is a
younger who still have solid manners. nightmare. But if they give the little wave, now
iluvpokemanz they’re a great person, I’m nice for letting them in,
and we share a deep, positive connection for almost
If I take a coupon to the store and don’t use it for three seconds.
whatever reason, I leave it in a visible spot near the nasu_moon_commander
product it’s good for.
Poorsoi If you stop me on the streets of Toronto and ask for
directions, then by God you are getting the most
I leave dollar bills in odd places where they won’t be thorough, cheerful and reliable directions you’ve
easily found. ever gotten in your life.
patarack BelugaTaquito
... have sex with anyone for one night, or have a lightsaber?
Light saber. You could then have sex with anyone you’d like, because you have a fucking light saber.
bucsboy47
ASKREDDIT 9
WHY CAN’T WE
CONSCIOUSLY
CONTROL
OUR BRAINS?
Darwin2500
Why can’t The idea of ‘conscious’ control is sort of a rabbit-hole, as we
someone just tell have to define what consciousness is, where in the stream of
causality it occurs, and so on. I think that a better summary of
their brain to your question might focus instead on we don’t have ‘volun-
release serotonin tary’ control of our brains and hearts, the same way we do
with our arms and legs.
when they are
The answer is that in most cases this would be maladaptive,
feeling down if not immediately fatal. You mention the heart - allowing for
voluntary control of the heart is like giving an individual a
(instead of
self-destruct button, the odds that you could do something
having to take useful with that level of control are drastically outweighed by
the chance that you’ll accidentally kill yourself.
anti-depressants)?
The same principle is true for the brain - the brain is care-
Why can’t I, if I fully constructed to keep you alive and reproductively suc-
were so inclined, cessful, and letting you voluntarily mess with it is likely to
interfere with that. Why bother to have sex, or seek relation-
tell my heart to ships, when you can just tell your brain to release the same
beat at a different neurotransmitters and get all the same sensations and fulfill-
ment without getting out of bed? Why let you turn off pain or
pace? Is there a sorrow when those are important physiological motivators to
keep you alive and doing important things?
way to “train”
This isn’t entirely theoretical, as the studies have been done
oneself to have with rats - they attached an electrode to a rat’s neural reward
these abilities? pathways, and placed a lever which controlled the electrode
in the rat’s cage. So, every time they push the lever, they get a
shock of reward/happiness/whatever. The result: the rats sit in
permalink ASKEd by Russile the corner pushing the lever until they starve to death.
ASKREDDIT 10
Neuraxis Deskclerk
[Neurobiology. Anesthesia, Electrophysiology] [Cognitive Neuroscience]
Let’s define ‘consciousness’ here as the awareness of ones If you’re interested in ways the brain can come to control
surroundings – although it only gives the illusion that you seemingly autonomic processes, I’d suggest you check out
are in control of everything in your brain. In fact, research Buddhism, Buddhist monks, and meditation. Over decades
is showing that consciousness makes up only a small per- of training you can control certain functions to a great de-
centage of all the things going on in your central nervous gree, such as body temperature.
system.
The reason you can’t do these from birth is because it
Let’s use the gold-standard of examples, the visual sys- makes sense to free the “working mind” from taking care of
tem. How many times did you see the color red yesterday? routine tasks, such as monitoring heart rate and breathing.
It’s a silly question, but really think about it. You don’t We’re given a certain amount of control over some things,
know. Did you make a conscious decision to ignore it? No. but it just hasn’t been evolutionarily beneficial for certain
Your brain did though. The visual system is absolutely over- reasons to give us complete control over some of these pro-
whelmed with visual information. Everything on this page cesses.
is full of color, contours, and even relatable memories from
The thing is, the brain already knows what your heart
other pages. Your brain doesn’t want to overwhelm itself
needs to beat at to keep you alive, and it does it automatical-
with stuff like this so it filters. The brain actively inhibits
ly. Giving yourself control over this gives you the burden of
information flowing from the retina into the visual cortex.
constantly monitoring it. Even if you were to able to switch
The brain has many other filters too, regarding memory.
on and off the autopilot, making a mistake in something as
Consciousness is a product of brain activity within key vital as the rhythm of your heart is indeed a risky maneu-
regions of the brain, and whose purpose, it’s argued, is to ver, and I don’t exactly think that being able to do this re-
focus your attention and awareness on key aspects of your ally would have aided prehistoric man survival wise. We
surroundings. Were you aware of every sound around your can also argue upon which autonomic processes it would
head as you were reading this text? Doubtful. That’s be- actually be favorable to have complete control over. Heart
cause it wasn’t the central focus of your task in reading this. rate, probably much more rare instances where you would
Consciousness is a limited resource, and is not privy to the actually need to voluntarily turn up or down the dial.
background activity that helps manifest your awareness.
AMA 12
7 MONTHS IN
MADAGASCAR
unbelievable, hard to describe, but like a sucking sound Can you describe the towns you stayed in?
but very loud. They were quite cautious of us, but friend- I stayed in Antananarivo (the capital, more or less smack in the
ly! At night, if you were lying in a hammock, they would middle of the country) for about two weeks, and Diego Su-
usually climb onto the same tree and keep staring at you. arez (North of the Island) for about one Month.
They also quite fancied watching us when we had a bath
Being a third world country, the state of some of the places
for some reason!
is what you expect really; a lot of poverty, and a real divide
of classes. Antananarivo had a large military presence due
Craziest animal encounter? to a large number of coups, which seem to happen as the
I think the craziest animal encounter I had was when I
country is run by.... a DJ. Yes.
was having a bath in the local stream (about one meter deep),
when a Ground Boa decided to come for a swim without Diego was much more rural than Antananarivo, and as
me knowing. I had lathered myself up in my biodegradable such a bit nicer. There is still a lot of poverty, but in Diego it
shampoo, when I felt it swimming around my feet. Quite seems a bit more level. A lot of fun places to hang out and
freaky to say the least! bars to visit. One of the most striking things about Diego
was definitely the large number of prostitutes and elderly
Big spiders? white gentlemen using their services.
You bet! Needless to say as nice as all of this is, there is still quite
AMA 15
cutting down
the forest - but How much did the whole trip cost?
I was employed through the organization to do the work,
god dammit it so I avoided paying the program fees, but typically a proj-
isn’t that easy... ect such as this costs around £2000 for three months or so I
have found, although this can vary. However, the cost to
fly out there came to around £1200, and extra costs on top of
that rounded my total expenditure out to, I reckon, £2500.
AMA 16
To be honest, I only spent money when I was in Diego, the What advice can you give for somebody
wanting to do the same thing?
nearest city, and that wasn’t often. In the jungle I didn’t
This is quite a big step for a lot of people as it requires a lot
spend a penny, except when people would come round
of money, time, and a real leap out of the comfort zone. If
offering goods like duck eggs, but these were a rarity!
you are interested in something like this, I would recom-
mend looking around for ‘gap year programs’, give them a
How do you feel about living in a first call, and see what they have to offer!
world country after seven months out- Make sure that you commit to it and say “I’m going to do
side of one?
this in (for example) June 2012!” and work towards that.
I feel that when you live in a first world country, you re-
Look up all of the information about the country and make
ally are lucky. Seeing the riots in the UK made me so an-
sure that you are fully aware of how everything works
gry. We have complete shits running around saying that
over there, and what you need to do to get a VISA, which
they are being unfairly treated by not ‘having their taxes
can be a nightmare sometimes.
back’ from the government, when these people need to
shipped off to the real world and start getting some per- Finally, make sure you actually want to do it! We had a few
spective. volunteers who just didn’t want to be there at all. It was
baffling to the staff why they didn’t want to go out, explore,
and try to contribute! Sure, it is a great thing for the CV, but
What was your favorite thing, or what you don’t waste your time and other people’s time if it is just be-
miss most about it now? cause of that which you are going over there!
I miss how simple life was in the camp. There is a lot to be
said for having a very simple lifestyle, and with my work
there it was very, expectantly, non-digital. You come back Would you recommend it to other people?
to the UK and everything is computer screens, cars, noise,
It was an experience in my life which I will always hold
traffic, jams, things to do. All very hectic. Out there it was
dear to me and remember with fondness. I doubt I will ever
so peaceful. Except the forest fire, that is... But still! I prob-
be in such a position again. I could not recommend it high-
ably miss the birds the most. The birds over there are some
ly enough to other people, as long as you are interested in
of the most fascinating in the world.
wildlife, culture, and genuinely want to make a difference.
AMA 17
I AM
Neil
deGrasse
Tyson
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LITTLE
TERRORS The creepy creations of Kamila Mlynarczyk
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When people ask what kind of art I make, I struggle with my description, but I make art dolls. I need to start carrying
around pictures because people imagine smiling, generic dolls. I think I'm on the same level of a cat lady in their minds.
But the "figures" I make are often plagued with interesting ailments, personal tragedies, deformities and don't really smile
often. While most dolls are creepy because of those vacant eyes and fake smiles, mine wear their creepiness on their
sleeve like a badge, which in my mind makes them more authentic and even endearing.
AMA 21
1985
permalink SUBMITTED BY Hornswaggle
Chapter 1 I am walking home from work without ID, can I? I am trusting that my par-
on a normal day and boom, I open my apart- ents will somehow know that I am, in fact, their
ment door to find out it is 1985. time-traveling son. I am trusting that parental
feeling. But will my grandmother? What if she
First comes confusion as I wonder why my
doesn’t... has she moved to Florida yet? I think
apartment looks different. Hopefully no one is
back to a photo of me on the family station wag-
home. Hopefully something will trigger a sense
on with my sisters visiting my grandmother in
of the ‘80s, a magazine or household product.
Fort Myers, FL. How old was I? I look taller than
The TV will be old as hell but look new. I turn
11 and I remember wearing a Led Zeppelin T,
it on. It is around 6 pm, so I am watching the
so probably older than 11. I think she is still in
news and there is an earthquake in Mexico
Granville. I’m going there, but first let’s get rid of
City and maybe something about Tipper Gore. I
these stolen goods.
have $20 in my pocket and a wallet full of use-
less cards that would appear fake to authorities, I don’t know how long I will be in this neigh-
not to mention no identity. borhood, so I can’t find a pawn shop around
here. I have some watches, jewelry, and 36
Sorry past apartment renters, but I gotta rob
more dollars. I have two gold coins from 1976
you. I search the apartment for anything I can
and an antique Mickey Mouse watch with
take in my over-the-shoulder and maybe make
moving hands. I should go downtown, the L
some cash. I’m out the door.
train is right here and I have 6 dollars in ones.
It’s 1985. I am 11 years old in St. Louis. But 37 I remember seeing older looking marquees for
year-old me has a bag full of stolen goods in jewelers downtown, north of the Mag Mile. I
Chicago and is a block and half from my grand- walk to the Bryn Mawr stop. Thankfully, some-
mother’s house. Will my grandmother recog- one else is getting tokens from this machine
nize the 11 year old in the 37 year-old me? Is my I’ve never seen before, so I mimic her actions
youngest uncle currently around the corner at and get as many tokens as $6 will get me. I have
The Bubble having a drink? How can I get to St. a transit pass in my wallet, but it won’t work
Louis? until 1999 or so.
It’s September 19th and in a few weeks the Roy- Things are crazy as hell on what would later be
als will escape defeat at the hands of the Cardi- named the Red Line and I am tempted to get
nals with some bullshit call in Game 6. Also, the out my iPod, but I will need all the power it has
Bears will win the Super Bowl. Aside from the to maybe sell it or demonstrate its use to some-
stolen goods, I have an Andriod LG phone, a one capable.
5-year old ipod nano and earphones, and a USB
Walton and Delaware downtown are littered
drive with personal and business files in a for-
with jewelers and antique dealers. I sell 8 piec-
mat that probably hasn’t been invented yet.
es of jewelry at 6 shops to avoid arousing sus-
picion and to get a better price, hoping I don’t
look like anything but someone who recently
Chapter 2 At this point, I’ve got to get to
lost his grandmother and these are the pieces
St. Louis. What will that take in 1985? I can’t fly
we can part with.
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That’s when it hits me. If I get lucky, I can use the tech
in my bag to get a job manufacturing this shit in China,
maybe start my own tech hardware company. Hell,
even though the items in my possession are basically
useless hard drives with programming in languages
yet to be invented, the hard drive, USB, and touch- My Mom’s
screen tech are invaluable technological head-starts. Dad read Bar-
ron’s religiously
First things, first:
and I hope this will
Bang my 25-year old boss (she meets her current 2011 help. I expect I am go-
husband in 3 months!), ing to have to pull one of
those “I know things only I
Get to St. Louis.
could know” routines. I have 6
First things first. hours to kill before the 3 o’clock train.
I have $412 after the tickets and periodi-
cals and 6 hours to read them on the train. I
Chapter 3 I wake up in Lincoln Park. It is Friday will arrive in St. Louis around 9 pm. I can take
9/20/1985 and NPR reminds me of this as my 25-year a cab to a hotel near my family’s house, so maybe
old 2011 boss is showering. I am making coffee as I should get some clothes.
she emerges. I had used all the information I learned
I walk to Macy’s, wait... still Marshal Field’s. I see a
through 8 years of being colleagues and 5 seasons of
Nintendo, brand new for $129.99 and the 11 year old
How I Met Your Mother to get her into bed. I shower
inside me wants to get it. My parents never got me
and re-dress and we head down to the train together.
one; I played early games on a Commodore 64. I don’t
I had lied and said I had a job at Leo Burnett, the only
know how much I will need the money, so I focus on
company I could remember being downtown that
clothes. I get a pack of boxers, T’s, and a pair of Levi’s 501
would surely already be there in 1985 (thanks Mad
jeans. As I spend the money, I start to get really nervous
Men). I promise to call her after I get back from my
about the predicament I am in. I can’t spend anymore
weekend trip to St. Louis.
money unless I need to. I head back to Union Station
I walk to Union Station and I am in luck. I can purchase and lounge on the wooden benches around the old
a ticket without ID. I lurk in the Union Station gift shop, clock. I start reading up on the events I already lived
buying a TIME, a Forbes, and a Newsweek. I also get a through as an oblivious 11 year old. Crocket and Tubbs
Chicago Tribune and a New York Times. Also a Barron’s. are on the cover, they found the Titantic and Reagan
STORIES 27
messes with the Fed. Newsweek: South Africa, age. I look at my 11-year old self. I have bushy
Apartheid. red hair and cords on. A striped polo shirt and
reeboks. I have my arms crossed across my chest
I take the 6 hour train trip to St. Louis, dozing
and I’m squinting in the sunlight. I’m at a loss
and reading about Fall of 1985. When I arrive,
for words. I had hoped I would wake up with
I get a taxi to take me to this old hotel in down-
the light, and been able to come up to the house
town Clayton, the one I remember closest to my
and knock on the door. Now I look like a hobo,
old house. As the taxi leaves, I start walking. It
and an oddly well dressed one, at that.
takes me 45 minutes to get to my old place. We
moved in when I was 6 or maybe 7. We would “He looks like Uncle John,” says 11-year old me.
move out in, I think, two years. I’m nervous. It
“I do, I always have.”
is after 10 pm and I stand on the street down the
big hill. My main childhood home sits atop with As I say this, my father looks right at me and I
my whole 1985 family, probably asleep by now. can tell from the look on his face that he agrees,
Tomorrow is Saturday. I wish maybe it was Fri- I do look like my mother’s youngest brother,
day, then I’d have just my mom to talk to. Then who is in fact younger than 2011 me in 1985.
I think maybe it is better to have Dad there too,
I’ve got to get out of here. I’m not ready for this
she’d be more inclined to talk with Dad there.
and there are other people around. Mr. Camp-
Maybe it is better to have 11 year old me there
bell’s was—is—across the street and two hous-
to compare to? Maybe not. I know where I can
es down and there are other kids on the street.
sleep nearby, in a big bush we used as a fort as
That’s why we loved it so much. Four of them
kids. It’s bushy and soft and has a nice hollow
are hanging around my dad: Mike, Abby, Beth,
inside; I can sleep there until morning.
and Elizabeth. I see Elizabeth’s dad standing on
his porch with a weed trimmer. He is looking at
us all. I really fucked this up. I would have set
Chapter 4 “I don’t know, I don’t think we
the alarm on my phone, but that would require
need to call the cops.”
it be on all night and god knows you can’t keep
“Son.... Son. Wake up, son.” a charge over night.
I am jostled awake by an elderly man. “Mr. “Uh, sorry folks. I got locked out of my condo.”
Campbell. I remember you, what are you doing
I wiggle out of the bushes and gingerly move
in Chicago Mr. Campbell, I thought you were
towards the old fence behind Mr. Campbell’s
dead.”
that led behind the large condo buildings that
“Well, I’m not dead, Son, and this isn’t Chicago.” our old little neighborhood hid behind. I move
through the gap in the fence we used all the
I look up at Mr. Campbell. He’s been dead for 22
time. My Dad is still looking at me, but not like
years in 2011. 2011! 1985! I remember my pre-
I’m about to be confronted by Chris Hansen on
dicament and sit bolt upright.
Dateline. I turn to walk, quickly, to the condos
“I’m sorry Mr. Campbell... I... know how much and I can see my mom’s car is gone from the
you like your bushes.” drive way. She’s out. Where is she?
I stammer like the child I was when Mr. Camp- I turn the corner behind a building to stop
bell would catch us in the bushes after he came and get out of sight of all my old neighbors
home from work or at night. I quickly grab my and—you know—myself! I stand there and
bag and stand up. I had never stood in those my heart is pounding. I hadn’t thought any of
bushes as an adult and it turns out I’m much that through and I screwed it up royally be-
taller at 37. As I stand I see my father looking at fore I even began. Shit, I could just tell my dad
me. He has his hand on my 11 year-old shoul- that and he’d understand. Well, my 2011 Dad
der. I look at him. He has more hair, and then would. At 11 I’ve really only screwed up once.
it dawns on me. He was 27 when I was born. I When I was 8 my Dad built this really nice two-
would have just turned 11, so he’s actually 38, tiered wooden deck on the front of our house.
going to be 39 in December. We are the same It covered this ugly simple concrete set of steps
STORIES 28
and replaced with this much larger, nicer two- been conservative—buttons down, slacks,
level deck with stairs and benches. That sum- etc.—so I don’t look too far removed from the
mer, I used the deck as a base for my G.I. Joe stereotypical preppy guy; even the Chuck Tay-
toy. I used a permanent Sharpie to mark where lors are around in 1985, but who knows. I have
the vehicles and the helicopter should land. a messenger bag that is definitely NOT 1985 and
He was supremely pissed. I grin to myself and glasses too, but who notices that?
laugh. I look up and I see a For Sale sign... Cold- I see my father
“Hello! Welcome to the showing.”
well Banker, with my mother’s name on it. looking at me...
“Yes, good afternoon.”
She’s showing property. My mother went back his hand on
to work soon after my youngest sister turned “Come on in, we’ve had a lot of people today,
4, so about one year ago, 1984. I would need to but it looks like you might be the last. Are you my 11 year-old
call her and see what house she was showing. I alone?” shoulder.
reached for my phone. Of course, there isn’t go-
“Yes...”
ing to be a cellular signal. I would need a pay-
phone. Jesus Christ, when was the last time I “Not a problem at all, are you familiar with the
used a pay phone on the street? Where was one? neighborhood?”
I remembered the Baskin Robbins had one, “Very; I grew up here. I haven’t been back in
right next to the Pantera’s Pizza. I bought a twenty-five years.”
shake and got some quarters and dialed my
“Well, welcome back then.”
mom’s office number by heart. Still the same in
2011 as it was in 1985. The receptionist informed My mother leads me through the house and we
me of the time and location of the showing. I exchange pleasant banter about the house. She
planned to show up when it was over—1pm— is 34, the exact age of my girlfriend in 2011. She
and I would need all that time to walk there. has had three kids though and I am reminded
1926 High School Avenue, my old friend Mark of those years when we were young, how she
Bassmen’s house. We had been close friends struggled to lose weight. She looks so young to
until his parents put him in a expensive private me though, but she is still Mom. She is still Me-
prep school in 6th grade and they moved fur- lissa, that woman who is my Mom. We come
ther out into the suburbs of St. Louis County. Je- back down from the second level and look out
sus, this had been my last summer with Mark, from the kitchen into the back yard.
in 1985. When school started I went back to St.
“So that is where Mark and Josh played?”
Mary’s and he went to Loyola.
“Excuse me?”
I started walking, if I moved quickly I could get
there by noon. I had an hour and more to plan “Mark Bassmen and his friend, Josh?”
how to do this.
“Um... yes... You know the Bassmens, then?”
“I would say I know then very well...”
Chapter 5 I really wish I had bought a
“But you look to be my husband’s age and
watch. A watch would be handy right now. As
you’ve not lived here for 25 years? Do you know
far as I’m concerned my android power is sa-
Mr. Bassman?”
cred and who even knows if the clock would
work. I’ve tried to judge the wisdom of turning “Yes, I do.”
it on and fiddling around to see what it says,
My mother is tactful and sharp, she is looking
versus conserving power. I’ve walked around
at me intently. It is nerve-wracking and all too
the block three times. This time, I stand in front,
familiar. In a moment of tension, I default and
across the street. I see the tree-house Mark and
whip out my phone. I go to unlock it with a
I played in, long gone by now in 2011. I see my
swipe and she sees it. It is turned off so doesn’t
mother start to escort a couple out of the front
take my orders. I look at it’s blank screen with
door and I make my move. No need to make
the smudge across the bottom, my desperate at-
myself look any more odd. My dress has always
STORIES 29
tempt to shield my 37 year-old self from my 11- that week. I have folded up crossword puzzles
year old mother’s inquisitorial gaze. I saved from the Chicago Red Eye to do on the
train, all with dates all over them.
“What is that?”
“I’m from 2011. I’m Josh Carlisle from 2011; I’m
“This is nothing...” As I realize my slip up, I be-
37 years old. All of this here is what I have and
gin to put it back in my pocket, but them I see
you can ask me any question you want until
the look on her face, it has softened into interest.
you are satisfied that I am who I say I am.”
My Mother was always a Sci-fi fan. She gave me
copies of The Martians Chronicles and Rendez-
vous with Rama. We shared that love of Sci-fi all
Chapter 6 “Oh really...” she says. “This is all
our lives together. Heinlein, Niven, Dick. She
very interesting. Am I supposed to go through
loved Dan Simmons when I gave her a copy of
all of this and be convinced of something? You
Ilium. This could be what I need.
don’t look like you need money, so I’m at a loss
“Actually, it is something straight out of Star to uncover what you want form a real estate
She looks at Trek.” agent in the suburbs.”
me, a little “Intriguing...” “I can’t say what I want. As you can imagine
this is a rare situation to say the least. Of course,
afraid. I take “Here take a look.” I power it up. It makes the
I don’t expect you to believe me, not right away.
Android noise and the screen comes on. I slide
out my wallet to unlock. My girlfriend’s face is the screensaver
I don’t have a lot of choices—well, legal choic-
es—and I’ve never been one to dabble in illegal
and bEGIN to and a without skipping a beat, my mother says,
solutions... you taught me that.”
“She’s cute.” I don’t know what to do, everything
empty it on about this device is 20 years beyond where she She looks up at me holding a United Airlines
the kitchen lives now. There are icons all over my screen: reward card. “Member since 2009” it says on the
Angry Birds, Bubble Blast, MyFitness, Messag- front. It has been sitting in my wallet for years
counter. My ing, Contacts. and is scratched all over. She places it back on
ID, my credit “What is this little symbol.. looks like a phone.”
the table and picks up my ID again. 2011 Il-
linois drivers’ licenses have a water mark on
cards... “It is a phone. A camera too, take a look.” I open them and she tilts it back a forth.
up the camera and take a picture of her. I re-
“This is a lot of trouble to go through and I’m not
member this very phone has a picture of her
sure what reward you are hoping to get.”
grandchildren, my sister’s kids.
“Don’t you even want hear the whole story of
See, I took a picture of you...” I am looking at the
how I traveled through time and got here?”
phone, but I see she is finally and rightly ner-
vous. I hope I didn’t push it too far. “Sure...” She reviews everything on the counter
as I tell her about returning home to a home
“Someday everyone will have one of these...”
taken back in time. About becoming a thief and
She looks at me, a little afraid. I take out my wal- getting some cash. I talk about taking the train
let and I begin to empty it on the kitchen coun- and reading about 1985 on the way home. I
ter. My ID, my credit cards, frequent flyer cards, tell her that I knew that everyone I was friends
my Dominick’s cards, my Best Buy Reward with as an adult was a child, that every older
Zone. I lay them all out in front her, with my ID colleague and mentor was now my age and
right in front. likely to think me a clown. Who would I
have in a world I’ve been removed from by
She looks right at it. Then I said what might
26 years of time, something I thought pre-
have been the perfect thing.
viously immutable. If my own Mother and Fa-
“I’m just as afraid and nervous as you are right ther couldn’t look me in the eye and see who
now.” I was, then where was I to begin? Nowhere,
nowhere I’d know about. I would be well and
“Well, I highly doubt that.”
truly alone. Left adrift in a new old world with
I move around the counter across from her and nothing, no identity, no family, no skills or
I slowly remove my iPod, the USB drive. I begin training I could document, and only and few
to empty my bag, newspapers and magazines I hundred dollars. No home, no car and not even
bought for the train, but also the WIRED I had a full change of clothes. All I have is a loose
from August. The Chicago Reader from earlier memory of 26 years yet to play out that would
STORIES 30
probably come screaming back at incon- 1983, you and Dad got me new bike for with whom I hope to establish a form of
venient and useless moments. Christmas. Dad’s Mom was staying with trust over an impossible scenario. I be-
us for Christmas so I was sleeping on the gin to gather my things. I notice among
“I feel like Merlin in The Once and Fu-
air mattress in the girls’ room. The com- them a copy of Heinlein’s Stranger in a
ture King. I believe your copy was given
bination of anxiety and unusual sleep- Strange Land and I chuckle to myself. I
to you by your college English teacher.”
ing arrangements meant I was resting am returning items to my wallet when
She removes her hands from the coun- fitfully as best. You and Dad have al- my mother returns from the dining
ter, but stops short of taking a step back. ways made Christmas great, laying out room. She hangs up the phone.
the gifts in the living room as if Santa
“I can answer lots of questions like that, “My husband is on his way over right
had left them. Well, this year I thought
questions only I can answer.” now. I would like you to go out front so I
I had slept all night. I got out of bed and
can lock up the house. The homeowners,
“Which is really where all this is headed walked into the Living Room. The only
the Bassmens, will be returning in a few
isn’t it? Unless I call the police and have thing that had been set out was my great
hours.”
you arrested.” new red ten-speed bike. You walked into
the room, saw me and shooed me quick- “What did he say?”
“Isn’t that the most likely ending here?
ly out. When I woke up after sleeping the
I know you have some faith in things “He asked if you had a green argyle zip-
night away, finally, I saw the bike and
unseen, but my unwavering practical- up sweater and an over-sized purse. Evi-
my brain knew that you and Dad were
ity comes from you. Time travel is im- dently, you’ve been to our house.”
Santa. I never told the girls.”
possible, at least highly improbable, and
“I have, yes. It didn’t quite go as planned.
you’d be foolish to believe it.” She looked me in the eye.
I didn’t really have a plan. How do you
“This is your wallet from 2011?” She says “Gather your things, I need to call my plan for this?”
lifting up my flappy, empty leather wal- husband. Don’t go anywhere.”
She is calm, but suddenly she looks tired.
let.
She looks at the floor and then to the keys
“Yep.” in her hands. She keeps looking down.
Chapter 7 My mother is on the
She removes the money from inside and phone, in the other room. She has “I guess you don’t... As ridiculous as the
starts reading them. “2007. 2009. 1999. grabbed the big plastic handset we all whole thing sounds, as it is—ridicu-
1998. 1981! 1987. 2010. You know, the pa- recognize as obsolete, taken the 12 feet lous—we aren’t going to have you ar-
pers and cards would be somewhat easy of pig tail cord with her, and disappeared rested.”
to make for someone with an agenda, into the dining room. I am left with my
“That’s thoughtful.” We both stand there.
but this is difficult. Counterfeit money is thoughts and my pounding heart. My
I don’t know why we are both so ner-
hard to make and if you could do it, you hands are sweaty. I look down at them
vous. Maybe I do, considering the cir-
wouldn’t need to con people.” and see that there are marks left by my
cumstances, but the feeling, the air be-
fingernails. My glasses are blurry; I reach
“A reasonable hypothesis.” tween us is so laden that it is impossible
into my back pocket. Inside is a microfi-
to know what to feel or think. “You have
“My 11 year old son... who you claim ber cloth for cleaning glasses. This fabric
nothing more to ask me?”
to be, said that same thing to me today doesn’t even exist, probably. As I clean
when I asked if he was going to put off my glasses I think about how I am just “No... not now, at least. I prefer to hear
doing his homework until Sunday night. so unsure about everything. I remember what Bill thinks. He definitely wants a
Tell me something I don’t know.” so much from my childhood, but when word with you either way.”
did that all happen? If I tell my parents
“I wasn’t supposed to be your first child.” “Ever the skeptic.” She catches herself
things I recall, have they even happened
snickering in agreement then peers up
My mother is a woman who is hard as yet? Events from when I was 12 blur to-
at me from her lowered brow. Her smirk
nails. Perhaps she didn’t expect her 37 gether with events from when I was 8. I
vanishes.
year old son to know she had a miscar- even joke with friends that all my stories
riage before she carried me to term. Per- from childhood seem to have happened
haps she didn’t expect her 37 year-old when I was 8. The dichotomy is palpable;
time traveling son to cut to the bone so being from the future but feeling lost in
quickly. a time when I should be able to predict
events.
“But, the doctors might now that and
I could have talked to them. As part of My mother raises her voice, but I can-
my elaborate hoax, right? How about I not hear what she is saying. It would be
tell you when I knew Santa Claus was wrong to eavesdrop and most likely not
you and Dad. Two years ago, and I mean a wise PR move with a young woman
STORIES 31
“No, it’s not that—really. Listen, I can tell you “Right there! Right over there!” I stride past him
the whole story just like I told Mom—er—Me- pointing, shouting over my shoulder.
lissa.”
“Here,” I stop and stand in front a group of three
We are both moving towards the table instinc- trees. They are growing in what always looked
tively, but he stops. He puts his hand up and like a perfect equilateral triangle. They are 6 feet
lowers his head, shaking it. “No, I don’t want to apart. I turn to face him and point down in front
hear all of that. How you came back from the of me looking right into his eyes. “This is where
future and what-not; Melissa and I took Josh we buried him. He is right here, under three feet
and Megan to see Back to the Future just a few of earth, and we did it together and only you
months ago. I don’t want to hear about some and I know about it. It’s still fresh in your mind
flux-capacitor bullshit and, frankly, it’s just... just because it happened, what... like two years ago
crap! What’s the word?” He places his hand on now?”
his hip and searches the air for the word with
He’s stopped right in his tracks, 5 feet in front of
the other, he begins to pace. “Your mother is bet-
me. This was the thing, the thing only I would
ter with the words...”
know and he can’t believe it.
I jump on that, “My mother? I thought we
“Look, I even keep it with me—the tag. The dog
weren’t saying...”
tags, they’re here in my messenger bag.” I franti-
“Hey, yeah, so you look just like my son, you got cally whip around my bag. “I keep it in a velcro
the same hair and the eyes and, yeah, she is ner- pocket with a few odds and ends.” I am opening
vous that she believes what you’re saying, but flaps and zippers and I rip open a velcro pock-
I don’t have that luxury, do I? So what do you et. Did they have velcro yet? Sure they did...? I
want?” He just looks at me. He makes his hand reach in and bring out a simple nickel key ring,
into an open palm and holds it up as if to say, the kind that doubles back on itself. It has two
“what the fuck else am I supposed to do?” dog identification tags on it.
“Advice!” I blurt out. “After Midnight was put down, you and I bur-
ied him right here. Then Mallory wanted a new
He’s non-plussed. I realize that that is the truth.
dog, so you guys got—”
“As far as I know, I am stuck here. Here in a
place I barely remember. I guess it isn’t so bad, “Doug...” he whispers, astonished.
I mean—I survived it once as a 11 year old but
“Yeah...” I look down at the key ring and take
not without help.”
two steps forward to hold up the two tags in
I begin pacing. “I don’t have anything and I’m front of his face.
not talking about money or clothes or food. I’m
,----------------------------+
talking about an identity, I don’t have a valid
1985 driver’s license. I don’t have basic things / –“Midnight”– |
that allow a person to make their life in this
\ Owner: Rick Carlisle |
world, you know?” I look at him and my arms
are out like I’m begging. “I don’t have... an em- `----------------------------+
ployment history... to get a job with. I have a
,-----------------------------+
Bachelor’s Degree... IN 1996! There’s no tran-
script of that. As far as I know I am stuck here / –“Doug”– |
in 1985, not able to get back to 2011 with my
\ Owner: Josh Carlisle |
girlfriend, and you and Mom in your sixties.
So, I thought the only people who might— `----------------------------+
MIGHT—believe me would be my parents!”
“—Doug... he died in 1997.”
“Well, I’m not sure that I can do that,” he says,
My father takes the ring and looks down at it.
arms crossed.
He looks up at me. No tears, no trembling, but
“Then why did you bring me here?” I yell. His his steeliness is gone.
eyes register a moment of concern. “If you can’t
“Josh...?”
believe me, then why did you bring me specifi-
cally to this spot. I know this spot, here in the
park.” I am accusing him now. My finger points
past his shoulder towards the edge of the park,
Story continued on
into some trees.
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FREEYEARSOLD
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can remember the exact exact moment explained, pointing to the cute new kid. “It earned
I
I realized that people are fucked and him a cookie, too!”
that I was going to have a relatively
“Is that so?” her husband replied. “Well, let’s
weird time on this planet. I remem-
see if this other young man knows how old he is!”
ber playing in this playground, swinging on the
And, quick as a wink, without knowing that I’d al-
swings, hanging from the jungle gym, etc., basical-
ready been asked, the old man turned to me and
ly normal stuff. This little old lady sits down on a
said, “And how old are you, little boy?”
bench and bends over, putting her hands between
her knees (you know that pose), leans waaay This was the moment. This was when it all hap-
down, and calls out to me. So I go over. pened. I stole a look at the little old lady, then,
turning to the old man, I scrunched three of my
“So, how old are you, young man?” she asks me,
fingers high into the air and said, as much like a
condescendingly.
baby as I possibly could, “I’m free yers old!”
“I’m three years old,” I replied. “I live across the
“Well, mum!” the old man exclaimed, turning
street over there.”
to his old wife. “I think this little fella deserves a
The lady seemed really unimpressed or even cookie, too!”
disappointed with my answer. What’d I do wrong,
And with that, I turned again to the little old
I wondered? Then another little kid joins us (prob-
lady and, taking a small but extremely deliber-
ably sensing candy--in those days, the chances
ate step forward, I held out my hand. Our eyes re-
of an elderly old lady at the playground having
mained locked as I watched her reach slowly into
candy was pretty high). The little old lady turns
her purse for the wax paper.
to the new kid and with the same pose, asks the
same condescending question. “So, how old are “Why, goodness me!” the little old lady ex-
you, young man?” claimed. “All’s I’ve got is crumbs now. But here
you go, little precious. Make do with that.”
The little kid throws three of his pink little
sapling fingers into the air and as cute as can be, And she handed me a broken, crumbly third of
shouts, “I’m free!” a peanut butter cookie. I clearly and distinctly re-
member seeing just a hint of a sneer on her face, as
The little old lady throws back, laughing. Bingo,
she knew that she’d been had by a three year-old.
I could see that she got exactly what she wanted.
I remember exactly how I felt. So this is how it’s
“Why, aren’t you just adorable!” going to be, I thought.
She reached into her purse and, from some wax “And what does a polite little boy say, young
paper, handed the precocious little tyke a home- man?” her husband asked.
made cookie.
I looked up at the little old lady.
The little old lady’s elderly husband joins us. He
“Thank you very much for the cookie,” I said.
walked with a cane, so he had just arrived. “This
little boy knows how old he is,” the little old lady And that’s when I was three.
STORIES 34
ummers in Los Angeles were notoriously hot. didn’t think that was fair seeing as I wasn’t really that
S It’s the desert, you know, people don’t real-
ize that behind the glitz and glamour of the
different from the others. But you can understand my
reticence whenever the ice cream man came by. After
Hollywood elite there is just bone dry sand and dust all, what seven year old wouldn’t laugh at the little fat
settling under the paved roads and suburban parks. kid pumping his sausage legs towards his daily dose of
People think that L.A is a superficial city, with no depth sugar?
behind its artificial glimmer, but the truth is so much
When I think about it now, I can’t help but won-
worse. I know this now, in part because of the events I
der what would have happened if I was born a little
am about to unfold to you all.
thinner, or perhaps had a little thicker skin. If I didn’t
The year was 1989, the month was June. I was seven always hang back, waiting until the others had col-
years old and fresh out of school, ready to take on three lected their treats before ashamedly stepping up and
months of uninterrupted decadence and bliss. In those pushing a dollar into the old man’s hand. But of course,
days the streets were still considered safe and us kids ruminating on such matters is useless. I can only relate
would take to them by storm, assaulting the parks and what happened.
parking lots with unprecedented vigor. We’d start the
day right, playing baseball or four-square with bound-
less energy, and then idle down to lazy games of Horse
or hide-and-seek as the sun bobbed its head and dipped
beneath the Pacific. Of course, we always took a break
when the ice cream man came by.
the ice cream man
The ice cream man. Oh how I can still remember his
would turn lazily down
jingle. That sweet crescendo of notes lighting upon our our neighborhood and
delighted ears, and the subsequent scramble to his din-
ky white truck for chocolate éclairs and Mickey Mouse
herald that yes, today
bars. As kids we barely paid attention to the man him- was another hot, sticky,
self, so fixated we were on the sugary treats, but I recall
he was an older gentleman, always quick to flash us
glorious summer day.
a smile though not overly friendly either. It didn’t
matter – inhaling gobs of gooey treats was all we
SOURCE
ever cared about when he came by. Every day at 1
PM, as reliable as a clock tower, the ice cream man
would turn lazily down our neighborhood and
herald that yes, today was another hot, sticky, glo-
rious summer day.
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21 05 MISCONCEPTION
MISCONCEPTION 07 TABOO
08 STRANGE GAMES
05 09 CALLED OFF AT THE ALTAR
/ama
16 13 HACKER
16 LIFE IN THE DARK
LIFE IN 18 ANOTHER TIME
LOUIS
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C.K.
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36 MY FRIEND JOHN
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42 BREAKING BATMAN
43 GRANDFATHER AT WEDDING
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45 COLORFUL VISAGE
34 46 THEY LIVE
47 HERMIT CRAB IN A JAR
48 OLD GEM
48 HDTV HELICOPTER
49 FOLDED PAGES
50 BELIEVE ME
51 THE WRITER
52 AT THE BEACH
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MISCONCEPTION
What facts do you know are true,
but almost everyone else is wrong about?
Chairboy
“Frankenstein” is the name of the scientist, not the Darth Vader is almost
monster. vishalpatel
always quoted saying,
Most nuts... aren’t nuts. Almonds, Brazil nuts, “Luke, I am your father”
cashews, macadamias, peanuts, pecans, pine nuts,
pistachios and walnuts are all technically not really
when really it’s,
nuts. Peanuts are a legume (a bean). Pistachios are “No, I am your father.”
drupes (a fruit) – you eat the seed. HarrisonSchmitt InternetInSpanish
You actually can rip off the tags from your pillows and Macs can get
mattress. The law only applies to sellers/stockers of
said items, intended to demonstrate to the consumer
viruses.
exactly what is inside for health and safety reasons. BulgingDisk
TemporaryImaginary
ASKREDDIT 7
Getting dirty while doing any fun childhood thing. Getting reprimanded by adults that weren’t your
If I see another parent cover their child in Purell I’m parents or your relatives. griffith12
going to lose it. Do you understand what an immune
system is and how it gets stronger?! shewearsbeads Spanking. isaidneveragain
Being served real food in economy, even on short Elementary school kids would wait at the bus stop
domestic flights. Beanlord with no parents there to supervise. deletetables
Playing outside, climbing trees, and generally The Black ranger was African American and the
wandering far and wide on estates. Origami_mouse Yellow ranger was Asian. arontx
My father called them “Road Beers.” phineasgage1848 We walked or rode our bikes two miles to school as
soon as we knew our own way. I never see kids riding
Getting to the airport fifteen minutes before your flight bikes anymore. AuDBallBag
- no security lines or strange restrictions on what you
could bring. tick_tock_clock Being able to run around on the playground with your
‘pretend gun’ (aka your thumb/finger) and ‘shoot’ your
fellow classmates. rushaz
What
STRANGE GAMES
do you play in your head?
Neurotikitty
My dad will look for people taking photos and try to get into the background of as many as
possible. When he told me about it, I started doing it myself. It’s fun to try to do it without being
noticed. Neurotikitty
I try to memorize the license plate numbers and wardrobes of suspicious looking people in case I
have to act as a witness to some sort of spontaneous criminal act. gal9000
I pick out a dirt speck or the car antenna or something when I’m a passenger and imagine it is a
razor laser that chops through anything along the roadside it touches. Effingeenyus
CALLED OFF
at the altar? Pootywang
My own wedding was called off over and punches groom in the face. with at least a few drinks in him, the
mid-ceremony. I had just finished They filed for divorce the next day. husband told his wife, “You know you
saying my own vows before being McLovin03 weren’t my first choice.” On Monday
arrested by local police on an assault/ morning, we found our wedding gifts
domestic violence charge. (I had Immediately after the classic “is on our desks. wufoo2
beaten up my almost brother-in-law there anyone present with a reason
for stealing my car). Police didn’t care blah blah”, a massive storm suddenly When it got to the part where the
what happened. I was carried out in broke out with thunder and lightning. vicar asks “Do you take this woman
handcuffs in front of all of my family. Both families were very Christian, so to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
HollaPeno it took the priest a good 10 minutes The groom looked round, shrugged
to reassure everyone that it was only and said “suppose so.” Apparently,
The groom cuts a piece of cake to feed bad weather, and God wasn’t angry. the father of the bride punched him
it to bride and to be funny, shoves OldClockMan later that evening. Zing_of_the_Day
it in her face. The bride stats crying
and screaming, then throws cake at A couple of co-workers got married
groom. The father of the bride comes on a Saturday. At the reception,
LIFE
PRO
TIPS
I was a
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AMA 14
Where did you start “learning how to hack?” me. She told me they were unable to process the
I started back in the BBS / AOL / slow ISP dialup transaction because none of my info matched. I
days. Played with some of the AOL “hacking” acted surprised and angry and questioned what
tools like AOHell. This resulted in getting my she meant. They had told her my name was not
real account banned and my parents canceling the one on the card. I argued a little more and
it, so I started signing up for accounts using fake then left. I still can’t believe they let me walk
bank accounts and credit card numbers. Since out. I should have been arrested that day.
the numbers were fake, AOL was the only vic-
What was working for the secret service like?
tim.
Were they interested in what you were teach-
I was into programming too. In high school I ing or did they still view you as a criminal?
got into the “cheats” community on IRC. Not All of my encounters with law enforcement
game cheats, advertising cheating. We’d write were positive. They were very respectful and
programs to make money from all the “get paid professional. I’m sure being a well-spoken
to” sites and services. Finding vulnerabilities white guy helped (unfortunately not sarcasm).
was part of it.
Secret service agents really are some of the best
As others told you, it’s about learning, curios- of the best. These guys live and breathe what
ity, and a mindset. I still have a hacker mindset, they do. They go through an intense screening
so to speak. When I was carding, I would call it process and train continuously. The agents I
a carder mindset. I looked for weaknesses and worked with truly wanted to learn what I had
ways to exploit everything. Online, in stores, in to teach. Some were better at tech stuff than oth-
advertising, etc. ers but they all wanted to learn.
How did you get started selling fake ID’s in the Make no mistake, we all knew my place. They
first place? monitored everything I did with screen and
In college (computer engineering major) I key capturing software. There was a projector
needed money. I knew there’d be a market for that mirrored my screen so everyone could see
fake IDs. I bought the equipment with a cash my computer.
advance off my credit card, and paid it off a
Crime may pay if you don’t get caught. Other-
month later with my profits.
wise no, it doesn’t.
Except the time you got caught, were you
How much money did you make?
ever close?
Everyone asks me this but I honestly don’t
Oh yeah, I was close to being caught a few
know. One interesting side effect was that mon-
times involving call for authorization (CFA).
ey became much less meaningful. I could get
This is when the store has to call the merchant
almost anything I wanted for free using credit
and verify additional info to make sure it’s not a
cards, and I did. My only real expenses were
stolen card. This is a bad situation to be in.
housing, my car, and related expenses such as
I was good at talking my way out or setting up utilities and insurance. Almost everything else
the situation for failure beforehand. I would say was carded - food, electronics, furniture, you
It’s about something to plant a seed of doubt such as,”Oh name it.
ways to exploit good at the con or you get caught. I kept my cool
and let them do it. After about ten minutes on
more lax.
IMAGES: photography-cc
What’s the hardest part about
being blind?
on different people, I’ve not really
messed with much in the way of
I dream in the
Most likely getting people to move drugs, but have smoked marijuana same way I
beyond their own preconceived
notions and expectations of a blind
and once had a really interesting
super-sensory experience where I
experience things
person. could hear and feel every detail of in my waking life,
Do you dream with sight?
everything around me. I could hear
the people around me as they flexed
using sound and
This is probably the question I get their hands, arms, legs what ever, the touch primarily to
most frequently. I dream in the same
way I experience things in my wak-
fabric of their clothes as they moved,
what ever was in their pockets as it
create images...
ing life, using sound and touch pri- crinkled. I got on a train and could
marily to create images which I as- feel every turn in slow motion. It
sume my brain processes in similar was an absolutely insane and sort of Jaws has an editable dictionary
ways to how yours processes images. frightening experience. There were which updates with shorthand con-
moments I talked to people and tributed by users and I can read by
Do you understand what colors are? could hear things that weren’t really letter if I can’t tell what was meant to
Personally, I usually associate colors audible--like how nervous, angry, be written.
with concepts. Sure this is very sim- upset they were. The screen reader on PC reformats
plistic but it helps. Red = fire, blue = WebPages in to a very simple up/
water, white = snow, brown = mud. Can you tell if girls/guys are pretty/ down format, as if you were reading
It gives me some ground to work handsome? Do you care? a book. It eliminates most layout
from. Of course the comparison of I suppose the dynamic in this regard features. On the iPhone however,
brown to mud was challenging due is a bit different. I can make rough it maintains the layout so I can tell
to also knowing I have brown hair estimations but only learn if I find as I move around where things
and would like to think my hair isn’t the person attractive as the relation- actually are.
similar to mud. ship evolves. The PC version has a fairly robotic
male voice, which can have some lev-
Have you ever tried any How do you read on the internet? el of accents, whereas the voice on the
hallucinogens? I use a program called Jaws for Win- iPhone is pretty human, and has real-
As with most things of this sort, dows, which reads the text on screen istic accents; it’s much better for read-
marijuana has different impacts and I have memorized the keyboard. ing as it has meaningful inflections.
AMA 17
Whenever I see someone with a ing impossible for others to know as very quickly. The iPhone also hap-
red-tipped cane I feel like I should I don’t close my eyes as I have no pens to be an amazing assistance in
ask if I could help take him or her need to. this task as well.
anywhere. In general do you think
most would rather be left to take care How do you recognize people? Do you ever find people are more
of themselves or if it would be an This is something I wish I were bet- condescending to you as a result of
appreciated gesture to at least ask? ter at. I can identify voices of people your condition?
In my experience, if I need help or as- I see pretty regularly, or people with
sistance I’ll make it known by asking. distinct voices, but there are other Yes, this is something I experience
If they seem confident and are mov- blind people who have the auditory pretty frequently. Often I find that
ing, they most likely are doing just version of photographic memory (re- people expect me to have much more
fine. If he or she are standing in the corder memory?) and can hear a per- limited capabilities due to my blind-
middle of the road looking lost, then son once and remember them, so it ness. Frequently if I’m out at a restau-
perhaps you should offer assistance, totally depends--you should say “Hi,” rant the server will ask whoever I’m
best bet is to just think of them as any worst case she asks you to remind her with what I would like rather than
other person. Were you to see some- who you are, I suspect she’d appreci- asking me as somehow blindness
one looking around them madly, or ate the gesture all the same. means I will be unable to communi-
staring at a map, you’d assume they cate to them my desire.
were lost. Think of blind people the When you navigate the city, do
same way. you look (read: feel?) for certain Do you ever feel you miss out in life or
landmarks which allow you to stay do you take it all in your stride?
Could you fall sleep with your eyes on course? I feel like I experience differently, no
open? Most of my navigation is based upon less or more.
One of the coolest parts of being blind mental mapping. I am fortunate to
has been the ability to fall asleep in have a really strong sense of direction
meetings or during classes and it be- and the ability to memorize things
Another Time
Why do you live like you’re in the ‘20s? Do you have a job that allows you to dress like this?
We do it because we enjoy it, as simple as that sounds. Peo- What type of work do you do?
ple often say, “It was a simpler time,” to which I’d have to I work as an IT manager and a Linux sys admin. At first
disagree. It was a different time period, relatively the same people were very curious. It took some time to get used to
(or worse) social and economical problems. We enjoy his- “the IT guy in the three piece suit and tie” as it sort of breaks
tory, reading, and getting together with friends to trade in- the stereotype. I don’t wear one everyday but always a but-
formation and chat history, clothing, antiques, etc. ton down shirt and vintage trousers often with a vintage
sweater vest of some kind and dress shoes.
It’s a time period my wife and I enjoy very much. We actu-
ally got started into it while swing dancing several years ago My wife unfortunately has very strict dress codes where
and our tastes progressed away from the late 1930s/1940s to she works. Since she’s in a public relations position for the
the 1920s/30s. Our close friends also live similar lifestyles company, she wears contemporary business attire.
ranging from the 1920s to the 1950s/1960s. We all have our
Obviously you own a computer and use the Internet,
favorite eras and tend to hang out at historic locations and
what other exceptions do you have regarding modern
night clubs when time allows.
life? Is it truly a 1920s existence or just aesthetically
Where do you live that allows for this lifestyle? with material objects?
There are a couple of great venues in Southern California In order to support such a lifestyle it requires us to work
that all vintage lovers gravitate toward. There is a lot of very hard for what we have. Because I work in IT, I have
great history here from the 1920s and 30s, including build- to be knowledgeable about modern technology. We still
ings and places like the Queen Mary to hang around in recognize the need to exist and function in today’s society.
and enjoy at our leisure. We sort of fell into the groups here Since acquiring vintage counterparts to certain modern
through historical societies and found a lot of friends into day conveniences generally happens over time, we make
this lifestyle. do with certain modern items until a time at which we can
AMA 19
I’m
LOUIS C.K
and this is a thing.
IamLouisCK
How on earth were you able to gain the incredible cool... thing. I don’t even know what it is. I think it’s
amount of authorial control that you have over really interesting that I brought the price so close
Louie? Have you had to battle with FX over any to stealing, and made the movie so easy to get, and
particular jokes/concepts/creative choices? made it so clear that it’s a human offering it, that it
sparked a debate about pirating.
I got it by demanding it and refusing to do the show
any other way at all, and by having the leverage that Have you seen the conversation at The Pirate Bay
I was completely willing to walk away without do- about torrenting your performance?
ing the show, and by agreeing to an extremely low
“ya it’s the new one yea I kinda feel bad putting it here
budget so that they could offset the risk of giving me
but people like louis ck gotta realize without torrents
this freedom because they are risking less money.
and the net he wouldn’t be anwhere bc honestly Louis
I have had conversations with them about very few I know ur here and I know u mite be mad at me but u
moments in the show but zero battles. gotta realize not everyone has paypal, credit cards,
money for food, comedy should be shared with the
Do you really edit the entire show yourself?
mass, and Believe me u can judge the popularity more
Yeah, I edit the whole thing. On season one I had an from the torrent downloads then the paypal sales.
editor and we shared it about half. On season two I Hope you understand louie. Sorry”
edited without any help. It was fucking hard. And
To steal from someone and not feel bad, you either
yes, I sit at the MacBook and just put it together from
have to be a sociopath or view the act differently.
start frame to finish.
One way is to remove “Someone” from the equation.
From watching your show and seeing some You’re not stealing from a person. Big companies do
interviews, I’ve noticed that you’re self-taught and a lot to help people view them as less than human. I
hands-on in many facets of production. What are heard a speech by Noam Chomsky who
you currently learning, or what else would you like to said that corporations are like su-
master in the future? per humans. They cannot be
hurt like a human can and
I do love to learn. It’s all I feel like I’m ever doing. It’s
they never die. They are not
really the best you can do in life, to learn. You can’t re-
susceptible to scrutiny or
ally do anything right, you can just learn. Right now,
accountability. This makes
I am learning to be a dad. I am learning how to take
them more profitable. If
better care of myself and my kids. I’m learning how to
companies want to enjoy
communicate with people in my life.
these benefits to some de-
Professionally, I’m learning right this minute, a huge gree, they have to live with
amount with my web experiment. This Live at the what else comes with being
Beacon Theater thing is like that thing in the movie not human. You miss out
Twister, where they send a bunch of little data col- on compassion,
lecting balls up into a tornado and just download the forgiveness,
lovely results. The whole thing has been like that. camaraderie,
From the moment it went online and I saw the re- empathy,
sult of every decision I made. The last question the trust, all
web guys asked me before we posted was if I wanted kinds of
the mail list button defaulted to “opt in” or “opt out” shit.
and I said start it at opt out. It’s such a tiny thing but
I keep hearing about it from people. So, so, interest-
ing to watch this grow.
The day before I posted the video, I went on pirate pieces by himself and I use them all.
bay, which I had never visited, and I read the guy’s
How do you feel about people quoting your standup
thing where he posts letters from media companies
as an excuse to say “nigger” and “faggot”?
and artists and then his nasty and kind of hilariously
chest beating responses. I thought “Jesus. This guy is a Yeah I don’t know. I’ve seen that happen and it
piece of work. I would never tangle assholes with this doesn’t really make me... so happy all the time. But
guy.” And then I thought about it, what do I say to that’s them. I did those bits as a kind of analysis of the
these people? To hope they don’t make me regret put- words and what feelings they bring and how they’re
ting it out there naked like this? So I wrote a little “to used. I was playing with some fire. It was interesting.
torrent” letter, just being a guy saying “Dude. Please?” I think the discussion of the word faggot that I did
It’s the best I can do. in the poker scene was a bit of an evolution. I pret-
ty much never say faggot on stage anymore. It’s just
Seeing the people who have fought about it on pi-
worked its way into and out of my act. It’s not inter-
rate bay, that there is a crisis of conscious, everything
esting anymore and I’m not going to say it just to say
that’s been written, and to see that I’ve gotten paid is
it. Nigger... still pretty interesting.
just so interesting and hope-giving and cool .
Has any black person ever taken offence to your
Is the content of your comedy purely for the
use of the word ‘’nigger’’?
stage, or do you continue to express the same
insights and opinions in social settings as well? Not that I have been told or seen, but a whole lot of
white people get mad.
I don’t talk in person the way I do on stage because
it’s a performance - it’s distilled and the language is Do you plan on Writing and directing anymore
more deliberate. But I make the same kind of jokes more films in the near future?
with my friends and family for sure, and I have safe
I have a dream, though. You want to hear it? Yeah?
relationships where I can float a crazy or wrong idea
Well, okay.
and find out where it goes, just as a life exercise, and
sometimes those things end up on stage. I thought, what if I make another special like this one
and I put it up for five bucks again and it goes gang-
What would you be doing if you weren’t a
busters. It makes, say, eight million bucks. I don’t
professional comedian?
know that that is even possible. I’m trying to find out
The last jobs I had were fixing cars and covering foot- what the potential is with this one.
ball games for a local access TV station. As in driving
But so if I make eight million, which all goes through
the mobile van to the field, setting up three cameras,
PayPal right into Pig Newton, my company that
teaching depressed grownups and interns how to
makes my show and made the special, well I would
use them, directing the game from the van and then
leave the money in there and make a fucking movie.
wanting to kill myself.
Seeing the people who have fought about it on pirate bay, that there is
a crisis of conscious, everything that’s been written, and to see that
I’ve gotten paid is just so interesting and hope-giving and cool.
The music in “Louis” is amazing. Are you a big This special, if it exploded, cause really it’s only been
jazz fan? up for two days, is more like a pre-sale. If it really tears
an asshole into the money monster who then shits
Producing the music is maybe my favorite part of the
dollars into my mouth (oh my god what’s wrong
whole thing. I go into a studio with Matt Kelmer and
with me) I will use that money to buy a home and get
a handful of great musicians that work under the title
some security which I never have had in my life, and
“Sweet pro,” and we just fuck around. I get to cheat
have certainly not gotten from my low budget show.
and make music without the training. I ask them for
different moods and sounds and they try it. Or we’ll So it would have to be special number two that would
say, let’s go with cello and piano for a while and try keep the money in the company and make a movie.
a few things there. The cello player, wish I fucking I have always put cash back into the work. The profit
knew his name, is tremendous. He creates whole I made on last year’s season of Louie went to buying
AMA 24
a new RED EPIC camera which Then I thought, fuck it. I’m doing it. And as long as
now sits here next to me with a I’m doing it, I’m going to make it dirt cheap and really
I’m not an modest but impressive collec- easy to use. I’ll pay for it out of the ticket money from
atheist. I think tion of lenses from Germany the show (was a little more) and just try this, it’ll be
and England, which now be- fun. And it is.
god is there
long to Pig Newton, and would
and that he be used to shoot said eight mil-
Your comedy depends on a very bleak cynicism a
lot of the time, do you ever struggle to reconcile
is watching lion dollar movie.
this with the overwhelming popularity you’ve
and he made You are often quoted on experienced in recent years?
us. I just don’t reddit’s Atheism page, how
Oh does it? Does it depend on that? I love how you
give a shit. do you feel about that?
toss that off like it’s just the truth. You know what
I’m not an atheist. I think god my comedy depends on? My comedy depends on
is there and that he is watching you shutting the fuck up.
and he made us. I just don’t give
I don’t know what a happy ending is. If something
a shit.
is happy, then the ending must be sad, because it
This will come as a surprise to many. stopped the happy thing. The only time an end is
happy is if the thing it ended was bad.
Well I don’t “Believe in god” I have zero idea how
everything got here. I would personally say that, if I Anyway, nothing ends. Thompson’s theory of the
had to make a list of possibilities, god would be pretty conservation of your mother’s dirty tits: Your moth-
far down. But if I were to make a list of people that er’s dirty tits are not created or destroyed. They are
know what the fuck they are talking about, I would just rearranged into some other asshole’s mother’s
be really far down. dirty tits.”
“Fate has ordained that the men who went to the In their exploration, they stirred the people of the
moon to explore in peace will stay on the moon to world to feel as one; in their sacrifice, they bind
rest in peace. more tightly the brotherhood of man.
These brave men, Neil Armstrong and Edwin Al- In ancient days, men looked at stars and saw their
drin, know that there is no hope for their recovery. heroes in the constellations. In modern times, we
But they also know that there is hope for mankind do much the same, but our heroes are epic men of
in their sacrifice. flesh and blood.
These two men are laying down their lives in man- Others will follow, and surely find their way home. The speech
kind’s most noble goal: the search for truth and Man’s search will not be denied. But these men prepared by
understanding. They will be mourned by their were the first, and they will remain the foremost in
our hearts. Richard Nixon
families and friends; they will be mourned by their
nation; they will be mourned by the people of the
in event of
For every human being who looks up at the moon
world; they wil be mourned by a Mother Earth in the nights to come will know that there is some a failed moon
that dared send two of her sons into the unknown. corner of another world that is forever mankind.” landing.
“I know, its just. Mission Control said they His eyes opened like locomotive steam vents as
might be able to get The Rolling Stones to play he began the slow plod back to the lunar mod-
a show for us -” ule. Buzz, still in conversation with mission con-
“Fuck the Rolling Stones” trol, hardly notices the figure approaching him.
“Neil, NASA is going to have to censor that. “- Copy that. I’ve talked it over with the head of
They specifically requested we censor our dia- the Houston school board, and they can have
logue so we can ... What was that again mission a fountain in place by the end of the week. If
control?” you’d like, we can even have you two record a
message for the kids, something inspirational.”
“We would prefer it if you avoided swearing
while on microphone as a means to preserve “Hey Neil! You hear that? We’re going to get a
your image for future generations. No one fountain!”
wants an FCC fine if this is broadcast.” Neil approaches Buzz, looking at him through
Neil steps away from the lunar module, toward two layers of fish bowl shaped glass with the
the unmoving earth, its light reflecting on the empty expanse of space between them as he
cosmic sand at his booted feet. Neil always loved slowly powers on his in suit transmitter.
the beach, from his days spent at the neighbor- “Buzz, we need to talk.”
hood swimming hole and long drives to the July 21 – 1969 - 15:10 UT
Pacific Ocean with family. Tears dripped and
collected in his suit as he glanced at the spec of Buzz shuts the door of the lunar module behind
marble and brown that marked Santa Monica, them. A hiss fills the minivan sized chamber as
California. oxygen pumps into its every crevice. Neil re-
moves his helmet like a boxer at a round break.
“Neil. NEIL. What are we going to do?”
With his now glove less hand he wipes the con-
“I’m going for a walk Buzz. I’m going. for. a. densation from the inside of his visor.
walk.”
“Buzz, from the looks of it we have just enough
July 21 – 1969 - 15:00 UT reserve oxygen to complete the research we
Even through the vacuum of space, Neil could were sent here to carry out–“
hear the crunch of lunar soil under his weight. “Neil, what are you getting at?”
Every step, historic, every move, the first of its
type by man, every word uttered will be tran- “We are going to die Buzz. We’ll die as heroes,
scribed and memorized by children the world but we are going to die.”
over for generations. “But our memories will live on ... ?”
Even a death caused by folly will be considered Buzz gives an optimistic smile as he bites into a
heroic, legendary, epic. freeze dried ice cream.
“Hey Neil! Mission control was wondering if “I’m just saying Neil, our government pension
we’d like stuff to be named after us in tandem?” will keep our families provided for. We’ll be
“What?” remembered forever as the first people on the
moon and hey, we might get a private Beatles
“Tandem. Like ‘Neil Armstrong & Buzz Aldrin and Rolling Stones concert!”
High School’.”
Buzz and Neil sit in silence for a moment.
Buzz’s helmet transmitter crackles on like a mos-
quito stuck in a screen door. Neil sighs, turns the “I wonder if we can get them to form a super
volume down on his in suit transmitter and group? Oh man that’d be awesome! Imagine it
closes his eyes. Neil, we single handedly end the British Rock
feud!”
Time stops. Neil analyzes the sorrows and re-
grets of his thirty eight years of life, his beauti- Buzz finishes his ice cream.
ful wife, dead of cancer seven years prior from a “Neil? What should we call the super group
malignant brain tumor, the Engineering Profes- Neil? The Rolling Beatles? The Beatle Stones?
sor that had it out for him at Purdue, the jocks Beatle the Rolling?”
that played prank after prank on him at Blume
High School, the hardware store owner that re- Buzz’s pleas fall on deaf ears as Neil scribbles
fused to sell him the mirrors necessary for his on a notepad. Each scratch and mark left with
homemade telescope, the first time he looked at the focus of Moses atop Sinai. The thunder of his
the stars … pen roars through the silence.
“Buzz, I think I have a plan.”
July 21 – 1969 - 15:15 UT
We are going to die Buzz. We’ll
The NASA Mission Control Center in Houston,
die as heroes, but we are going Texas sat as quiet as the Moon’s surface. The
to die. temperature dropped a half degree. Not a breath
STORIES 30
was released. Goosebumps formed. planted, unmoving on man’s highest peak. Buzz
“Houston, this is Neil.” sat in the corner of the module, drafting a bucket
list for his remaining hours of consciousness.
“Copy that. We heard you have a plan?”
“Buzz, do you know how to tie a lasso?”
Neil glanced at his note pad like a high school
July 21 – 1969 - 15:20 UT
student with eyes on a test he’d barely studied
for. Each pause and breath was punctuated by “Neil, Buzz, I think we’re going to have to call
a combination of static and his slight chattering Russia over this. They aren’t going to be happy
teeth. about a couple Yankees hijacking their probe.”
“Well, the lunar module has enough fuel to “Houston, its scheduled for a high speed return
barely break the moon’s gravitational pull, to Earth. If we can just, ‘hitch a ride’ it might
but without the command module there’s no save our lives. Hell, I’m okay with splitting the
chance we’ll make it back to earth before we suf- soil and moon rocks with them.”
focate.” Buzz looks up from his bucket list.
“So you’re proposing ...” “You can split your moon rocks with them.”
“Luna 15. It flies overhead in thirty five min- “God damnit Buzz. Shut up and put your suit
utes.” on.”
July 21 – 1969 - 15:17 UT
July 21 – 1969 - 15:25 UT
During the space race of the 1960’s, cold war en- The lunar soil cushioned Buzz’s booted feet like
emies the U.S.S.R. and the U.S.A. occasionally a layer of flour on pastry dough. Dust kicked up.
found themselves allies in humanity’s quest to Knees bent; the historic feeling of man’s first
explore the heavens. They Shared bits of data, stop on the moon, gone entirely; replaced with
tips, and flight plans as a means to help, or at the grit and determination shared only by The
least not inconvenience each others quest for Corps of Discovery.
knowledge.
“All right Neil. Remember. I’m agreeing to this
Still, a race is a race and The U.S.S.R. attempted because you said my name would go first in the
to sneak across the finish line with a space probe history books.”
launched just prior to Apollo 11. Luna 15, as it
was called had a scheduled touch down date “Fine, just pick up the hook Buzz.”
lining up precisely with Apollo 11’s exit from The lunar module had a small metal cable as-
the lunar surface. sembly attached for the purposes of hauling
“Luna 15! The Soviet Space Probe?” equipment to the lunar surface. Of all the things
on the module it was the most primitive and
“Exactly. Houston, we have their flight plan and seemingly superfluous.
enough fuel to -”
“Buzz, that’s NASA equipment you’re dealing
“Neil, what are you suggesting?” with. Please be careful.”
Neil peered out the lunar module’s triangular Neil ignored the plea from mission control. His
window at the great blue marble dancing in mind fully entrenched in the calculations need-
front of him. The American Flag stood proudly
ed to intercept a Soviet Probe hurling toward Buzz and Neil make the eye contact of starved
their position like a locomotive. hyenas standing over a fresh kill.
Standing on the moon’s surface, Buzz flashed “Neil, you can have the module, I’ll take a burial
back to his time as a Boy Scout. The days spent on land over a burial at sea any day.”
memorizing and repeating every type of knot
for ever type of situation. He’d been a hero in his “Fine. Let’s prepare for launch.”
late teens whenever a boat needed securing to a July 21 – 1969 - 15:35 UT
dock but now, standing farther from home than
any man had ever traveled, he needed some- Buzz’s boots planted firmly in the lunar dust,
thing practical. his foot perfectly aligning with his landing spot
from minutes prior. A mathematician’s preci-
“Buzz, we’re running out of daylight. Just make sion even in dire circumstance. He looked to
a loop and secure it!” the eternal void between the heavens and earth
and thought of his father, a battle hardened vet
His hands struggled; precision is one thing from the trenches of Ypers. A survivor of the first
NASA didn’t expect from its suits. Fingers be- mustard gas attacks. A man of brute force and
came stiff at a moments notice but with force action, it was only natural Buzz followed in his
and a little bit of self-preservation instinct, Buzz father’s urge to serve his country.
had his lasso.
“Buzz, mission control here, we’ve decided to ap-
“Two square knots. Not my prettiest work, but prove your decision to remain on the moon. The
this is the first time I’ve tied a couple of inch reduced load on the lunar module will allow for
thick metal cable.” an easier rendezvous with the Russian probe.”
Neil sighed. Sometimes the smallest victories The comment does nothing to pierce Buzz’s con-
are the sweetest. centrated exterior.
“Copy that Buzz. Attach it to the side of the mod- “Neil, N.A.S.A. finally admits I’m dead weight.”
ule and get inside. We’ve got a probe to catch.”
A pause. Buzz laughs. Neil joins with hesitation.
July 21 – 1969 - 15:30 UT
The chatter of men who knew their remaining
“Neil, we’ve made contact with the Russians. It moments measure in seconds.
took a lot of convincing, but they’ve agreed to
send Luna 15 home a little early. This is some “Neil, this is mission control. You have ten min-
cowboy shit you are pulling -” utes. “
“I’m just saying, I’d rather die a monument then Buzz cleared equipment from the landing point.
a fireball.” Attaching the necessary sensors and samples to
the lunar module while moving superfluous in-
Buzz removes another freeze dried ice cream struments as far from the launch point as time
from the container. would allow.
“We need to lighten the load a little before “Neil, this is mission control. You have eight
launch. Buzz, jettison any unnecessary equip- minutes.”
ment.”
“Well, there was the sense of duty. The want to
“Neil, there are two of us. You can’t launch us put into practice the sciences discussed as far
in to space on a suicide rendezvous with an un- back as man could create words. The desire to
manned Russian probe without talking to me make my family proud, and I think you could
about it.” make a case for the awe of seeing the eye of the
cosmos up close. You?”
Neil looked at his clock. The probe would be
overhead in twenty minutes. A cold sweat “Fame. Girls can’t say no to a man who’s kissed
formed on his forehead. the stars.”
They share another, more genuine laugh.
“Buzz, we have minutes. There’s not a lot to dis-
cuss. We are dead if we stay. If we launch, there’s “Fair enough Buzz.”
a small chance we’ll make it.” “This is mission control. You have six minutes.”
STORIES 32
Buzz paced the lunar module like a sculp- against every microbe the cosmos could
tor observing his prized piece before a pre- throw at him. Luna 15 shot through the sky
miere gallery show. Scientific instruments through his periphery. He slowly counted,
and moon rock samples dotted the cabin calculated, tapping his soft fingers against
exterior. His jury rigged lasso extending up- the inside of his space suit glove.
wards like a mail hook from the ships side. “This is mission control, you have 15 sec-
“Neil, you’re good to go.” onds.”
“This is mission control. You have four min- Neil looked through the window at Buzz,
utes.” standing like a ships mast in the doldrums,
“Thanks buddy. Are you sure you don’t ready to prove usefulness against the
want to come along?” winds’ mercy.
“On that death trap? No way. Even when “Neil, mission control’s count is off. Give it a
it works properly its still got a fifty percent beat after launch.”
chance of killing us.” “You have 10 seconds”
“Yeah. At least we know what guinea pigs “Okay Buzz.”
feel like.” “You have 9 seconds”
Neil and Buzz laugh, prolonged this time, “Waiting for your mark Buzz.”
like they’d heard a good Carson monologue.
“8”
“This is mission control. You have two min-
utes.” “Buzz?”
“Neil, I have visual confirmation.” “7”
“Yeah Neil”
July 21 – 1969 - 15:50 UT “6”
Luna 15, Russia’s space age silver medal “Thanks”
created through a decade long cram ses- “5”
sion. Like NASA’s twin from an alternate
dimension. Rounded corners compared to “Don’t mention it”
the lunar module’s sleek edges. A hammer “4”
and sickle on the side. The definition of “for-
eign” to anyone on the other side of the iron Luna 15 was nearly on top of them, hun-
curtain. To Neil Armstrong, it was the cav- dreds of yards in the sky. Screaming like a
alry coming to his rescue. metal kite in a storm.
“Buzz, there’s enough room. You can –“ “3”
“Neil. Listen to me. You can’t get an accu- “Remember Neil”
rate look in there. You need a spotter.” “2”
Seconds pass. Through inches of glass, and “Wait until my signal”
the vacuum of space, the two sailors of the
“1”
night’s sky stared. A captain and his naviga-
tor, no matter their safety the mission was “Holding Buzz”
the top priotity. The in cabin P.A. echoes.
“This is mission control, you have one min- “Launch lunar module now”
ute.”
Neil’s eyes remain locked with Buzz’s visor.
“Buzz, it was an honor serving with you.” A half second passes. Buzz looks upward.
“This is mission control, you have 45 sec- The panicked chatter of the mission control
onds.” falls into the background. A million prayers
on terra firma are uttered. The Earth sweats.
Buzz and Neil take deep breaths, sucking in
the sterile air of science, progress, human- “Neil! Launch!”
ity. Before Buzz’s words finish traveling the
“Neil, if anyone asks, tell them I was the vacuum, Neil’s finger flips the switch. Com-
first person to set foot on the moon.” pressed air ejects from the base of the mod-
ule. The metallic bullet breaks from its feet.
“This is mission control, you have 30 sec-
A solitary figure salutes as the first human
onds.”
to set foot on lunar surface exits its slight
“Sure thing buddy.” gravitational pull, leaving the second in
Buzz leans back, craning his neck skyward. limbo.
Peering through armor designed to protect
STORIES 33
THE GAME
GirlRage
At first glance, it seemed like an ordinary board game. There were several pieces strewn across the board
and a couple of dice lying around. But the dice were
My six year old nephew, Aidan, was spending the
no ordinary dice- every single side had six dots. And
night with my husband and I. He’d brought some
as I picked up the board pieces I noticed that they
toys along with him to play with. One of the things
were all animal figurines, but they all had disfigured
he brought was a small, rectangular box containing a
faces. The feeling of fear came over me again, and
board game.
suddenly I felt very very cold.
I asked him if he wanted to play the game with us,
“What are you doing?” a voice said from behind me.
but he politely declined and said he’d rather just play
by himself. I thought that seemed a little strange, I turned and looked at Aidan. “I’m just putting your
since usually he loves to play with us with his toys game away because it’s time for bed. Where did you
or Legos. But I shrugged it off and went in the kitchen get this anyway?”
to make dinner.
Now allow me to interject here –Aidan is normally a
Later that evening, Aidan was once again playing really good, sweet kid. I’ve never had any problems
by himself in the guest room. It was getting late, so with him. But that night something was different.
I decided I’d better start getting him in gear to go to
bed. When I walked into the guest room, something Very quietly, he told me to put the game back on the
came over me. I can’t describe what it was- the most floor.
terrible feeling of evil and pure fear mixed together.
Something changed in his face. His smile faded, his
Nothing looked out of the ordinary, but I could feel
eyes darkened, and he glared at me with such hatred
something, I was sure of it.
that it felt almost like a physical force. Hesitantly,
Aidan looked up at me and asked if I was okay. I guess I said to him “No, it’s time for bed, I’m putting this
he could tell by the look on my face that I was pretty away.”
freaked out. I didn’t want to scare him, so I told him I
At that point he screamed at me. Not just a normal,
was fine and that he needed to go brush his teeth and
child like scream. You know the bellowing roar the
get ready for bed. He happily complied and trotted
off to the bathroom. Tyrannosaurus Rex makes in Jurassic Park? I swear
to god that was what came out of this little boy’s
While he was getting ready, I started cleaning up
mouth. Horrified, I dropped the game onto the floor,
his toys. When I knelt down to put away his board
game, I noticed for the first time how strange it was. spilling the pieces everywhere. Aidan was freaking
The board was brown and white and had a series of out. Suddenly it was like something possessed him-
squares joined together in a path around the board. his arms bent in half between his elbow and wrist,
STORIES 35
and his legs did the same between his knees and
ankles. His entire little body twisted and contorted
I’m not religious.
in ways that should not physically be possible. The I don’t believe in ghosts
whole time this happened, he continued to scream.
or demons or anything
By now I was absolutely, totally petrified. I’ve never
been more scared in my entire life. I ran out of the like that. What I had
room and down the hallway. I stopped by our bed- just witnessed was
room door to catch my breath.
completely beyond the
I’m not religious. I don’t believe in ghosts or demons realm of possibility...
or anything like that. What I had just witnessed was
completely beyond the realm of possibility. And
then, at that point, I knew I had to be dreaming.
My friend John
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in the world. For three years, tens of thousands of redditors have been
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Reddit
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I got a very I received $1,500.00 in 100 dollar bills. There was a
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What’s the
A friend of mine once carried I changed purses recently and
a brick around in her purse in addition to 7 different kinds
for a few days in hopes that of lip gloss, 3 flash drives, an
has pulled
My grandmother put a whole
I had a pancake in my purse raw pot roast in her purse and
for months. For some reason, boarded a plane from Chicago
SIMPLE PRANKS
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I would start going through people’s homes and I’d get two German shepherd pups, male and
see how they really lived. female, and do my best to train them. They’d be
Jakevol2 my company so I don’t go completely insane.
Then I’d go down to the local library and read
survival guides for the next year or two. Really
Crash Lamborghinis. immerse myself in living off the land. Grow a
systemizer beard. Consistently expose myself to zoo animals.
Then wander North America until I die.
I would find a suitable car, stockpile gasoline fingertrollin
and supplies, and explore the continental USA
by myself. I would learn to drive boats, I would
learn to fly planes, and I would read as many
books as I could manage. I would dedicate myself
Move into the White House.
to learning everything I could about everything. Turn it into my own personal
Human culture, science, philosophy, biology,
everything.
museum.
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I would take digital cameras from consumer
electronics stores, stockpile flash memory and
basically every other kind of electronics, and I
would document the world. Then I would commit
it to as many forms as I could. Stone carvings,
engravings, digital, analog, everything.
Why? I don’t know. Maybe to leave
behind an instruction manual
for the next ape that gains self-
consciousness.
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Download Wikipedia and read up on how to operate and fix solar panels; also look up farming
methods and how to grow my own food. Food and power will run out sooner or later.
FattyTheFaggot
After coming to terms with the shock and the grief, the loss of loved ones and the sheer
bewilderment of it all, this 21st Century Man, whose practical skills extend no further than wiring
a plug and putting up some shelves, would almost certainly descend into madness. Of course I
would first have a wank on the streets, that’s obvious, but what then?
One or more nuclear power plants would go into meltdown as cooling pumps failed. The
equivalent of several Chernobyls could render big areas of the country uninhabitable. With
prevailing winds as they are, it would perhaps be best to head for the westernmost parts of the
country or even try to escape Britain altogether. (This would be hard considering I can’t fly an
aeroplane or drive a boat.) Assuming I avoided this radiation, hygiene would then be an issue, if
I chose to remain in the city; I would find the lack of mains, sewage and drainage a problem after
only a few days, as the pumping stations failed, while rivers would probably be too polluted to
bathe in.
Food and water would be simple to get thanks to shopping markets full of bottled water and
canned food, but I would most likely have to fight for this food against giant mutated animals
born of the nuclear fallout who wander into the cities. It’s damn well impossible to get guns in this
country so I would be royally fucked.
Science-Faction
Assuming I’m not sure if I’m the last person on Earth, I’d
go out and try to find some other people. I’d probably
wander for days until I lose all hope.
Pujapatel8
First I would begin gathering the most important books. I would find mechanical manuals,
medical manuals, philosophy, literature, all of it. Then I would find craft beer stores and I would
start cleaning them out. I would find a massive building for shelter. Then, I would read and drink.
djturnbloom
GLITCH IN THE
GLITCH IN THE
MATRIX superunhappyfuntime
I am usually one of the first guys from my team to get to work and the kitchen was deserted as
usual. I walked into the little kitchen, there was a ceramic egg tray with 12 eggs in it, all spaces are
filled with warm freshly boiled eggs. I take one, walk over to the garbage bin, and shuck the shell.
Then I walk back over to the food and stop dead. There are 12 eggs in the tray again. No one entered
the room while I was peeling the thing. I touched the mystery egg it was the same temp as the
other eggs around it. Given one does not get presented with strange eggs from a parallel universe
every day, I peeled and ate that one too.
Superunhappyfuntime
Driving to work one day, stop at a red light. Look to my left, a beige 2007 Chevy Suburban. Look
across the intersection, 2007 beige Chevy Suburban. Look at the traffic crossing: two 2007 beige
Chevy Suburbans, going through the intersection. Not so much a “glitch in the matrix” moment as
it was a “stuck in Grand Theft Auto” moment.
Onosendaicyberspace7
My dad had a little toy monkey that he used to call his “favorite child” and tease my siblings and
me with. Not in a bad way, but it was really frustrating to us and we spent hours trying to steal it
from him. One day we finally got the monkey and threw it into the garbage after drawing on it
and mangling it for a bit. My dad laughed and searched for it, but basically figured we had thrown
it out and gave up after a week or so. A few years later, I’m walking down the street in Toronto (I
don’t live in Toronto, was just visiting friends) and see this little orange object on the side of the
road. When I walk over to it, I pick it up and see that it was the exact same monkey. It even had
the black sharpie lines on it from when we drew all over it. I honestly cannot even come up with
the chances of that happening, especially considering our garbage is sent to a local dump and is
nowhere near Toronto.
Matics
13 ASKREDDIT
I was sitting in a group of three people in class one day when my friend dropped his pen on the
desk. I saw it stall in mid-air for a second, then drop on his desk. My friend asked, “Did anyone else
see that?” All my friends saw it, and it was just the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen. To this day I have
no explanation for it.
deathmoon68
I have an overwhelming, terrified reaction to any time I see footage or a recreation of the D-Day
invasion of Normandy. I can watch anything about any other type of war/battle/what-have-you,
but for some reason, and I don’t know why – the D-Day invasion strikes something in me. The
worst time was when I watched “Saving Private Ryan,” my heart felt like it was going to pound
out of my chest, I felt a sense of panic that I have never felt, and tears started streaming down my
face. I was paralyzed in my seat. I had the strangest ‘you’ve been there’ feeling that I’ve never had
before.
the_muchness
Woke up one morning when I was 16 or so and realized that I had forgotten how to tie my shoes.
Like, this action I had done every day almost since I could walk, was wiped from my mind. I had
to learn all over again.
AFineWayToDie
Driving to work one day, stop at a red light. Look to my left, a beige 2007 Chevy Suburban. Look
across the intersection, 2007 beige Chevy Suburban. Look at the traffic crossing: two 2007 beige
Chevy Suburbans, going through the intersection. Not so much a “glitch in the matrix” moment as
it was a “stuck in Grand Theft Auto” moment.
Onosendaicyberspace7
I used to work in a building that had three levels of sub-basements, with the piece of lab equipment
I typically worked on in the lowest basement. I had the only key. There was a wired phone in there,
and I did work late some nights... but not this night. I was sleeping alone in my apartment when
I woke up to a call on my cell phone from my girlfriend at 3 AM, she was in hysterics and asking
why I scared her. Apparently she received a call from that basement phone just a minute earlier,
with someone who sounded like me slowly repeating her name, until crackling and fading out.
My apartment was 10 miles away from work. I thought she was lying, but I saw the 3 AM call from
the basement phone logged on her cell myself.
Jeanofjogon
FIRST
WORLD
PROBLEMS
THE ARTWORK OF
JOHAN POTMA
My name is Johan Potma. I’m an artist, illustrator, gallerist,
weirdo, collector of the odd, liker of the strange.
JOHANPOTMA
AMA 17
RESCUEPROS599
Which call (or type of call) put you under Do you find it hard to suppress your
the most stress? emotions when you receive a call from
Once I had to help deliver a baby over the phone, and someone in a moment of extreme distress?
another about child abductions. Those were the two No, actually... it’s weird. Your adrenaline kicks in and
most stressful calls ever. The third was the time where you are able to set aside all personal feelings, emotions,
we got a call about a shooter and an abandoned cop car, fears and thoughts to help out. I will admit – sometimes,
and the officer was not responding on his radio. (He was calls are extremely tiresome. I’ve had two or three calls
peeing in the woods.) where I literally put my head on the desk and took a
micro-nap after a call. The phones are loud enough to
wake you up though.
Out of idle curiosity, do you have any
specific religious beliefs? We got a call about a shooter and an
I’d have to call myself an Atheist. I respect everyone’s abandoned cop car, and the officer
religion though, and nonetheless – I’ve read the entire was not responding on his radio...
bible and know why I disagree with it. But sometimes, (He was peeing in the woods.)
even as an atheist, I do things that I don’t believe in to
help others (prayer). Maybe I don’t get anything from
prayer or believe in it, but the other person may and I
want to give him some hope. It has been
proven that people who have hope in
critical conditions are more likely to
pull out. I wouldn’t be able to live
with myself if I would have told
him I was Atheist instead of
helping him.
How do you
handle
pranks?
We tell them we are
tracing the line and
sending the police.
If I was choking to
death but managed to
dial 911 (and all you hear is
some weird noises), what are my
If I was interested in
chances of being rescued before I
doing this as a job,
die?
how should I go about
If you have a smartphone, it depends on how well of
it? Who do I talk to/
a GPS signal we get. If you have a home phone, most
where would I apply?
departments have a policy where an officer has to go to
Call the department on the non-
the home.
emergency line. Ask to speak to the captain, and ask
Always make sure your apartment door is unlocked, how you apply. It’s on-the-job training, and no special
and the best thing to do is keep dialing 911 with the skills required (other than multitasking, computer skills,
dispatcher on the line. The noises, a lot of times we speech and quick thinking).
attribute to just weird noises. We always call back, but if
you keep pressing 911 (we know that sound), it may give
you a better chance.
The best thing to do is to use a chair and do the Heimlich
on yourself.
AMA 23
WITCH
COLONY
Last summer I interned as a photographer in Ghana. My main interest was violations in human rights, which led me to the
Gambaga witch colony. Women, usually in positions of power (business owners, community leaders, etc.), are often accused
by other villagers of being witches through accusations including things like making a child stillborn, preventing rain, or
causing cholera outbreaks. They are shunned from their communities and forced to go to outcast colonies. And as I graduated
with degrees in Animal Science and Zoology, I was also interested in actually seeing the animal black markets first hand.
PEOPLE_PENGUIN
AMA 24
How does anyone still believe in would constantly grab me, hard, on the wrists and try
witchcraft? to drag me into their shops (sometimes successfully.)
They would be laughing at the time, but here it would
Most in rural areas never have access to actual medical definitely be considered assault, and it would happen
care or know how well modern medicine works, so all the time, several times a day. Although, if I were
Fetish healing may seem to be a viable alternative. travelling with a guy, this would never happen. So I
Despite the fact that there is a huge Christian population think the bigger issue was the fact that I was travelling
there, I didn’t meet a single Ghanaian while I was there alone.
who didn’t believe in the power of witchcraft, even the
When I was traveling by myself, which was around 70%
very Christian who said “Only Christ and his powers
of the time, it was important that I remained dignified
were real.” When I asked how they could believe in both,
and respectful but also not take any crap, which was
he said “Just because someone doesn’t believe in God it
an extremely difficult balancing act. I didn’t want to be
doesn’t mean he can’t hurt them, and just because I don’t
disrespectful, but I also didn’t want to appear weak or
believe in witchcraft doesn’t mean it can’t hurt me.” It
easily taken advantage of. I think quite a bit of that was
seemed like this was the prevailing attitude in the area.
body language. However, it did present it’s advantages
in that it was easier to strike up conversations with
people, for example, I met a guy in the city who took me
Did they have any trouble with you
to the Black Market who probably wouldn’t have talked
photographing them?
to me had I not been travelling alone.
My god, was that an issue. I donated a lot of money
to the colony so the women there didn’t have a huge
Did you ever feel threatened?
problem with it. I started with a flash, but it scared them.
Ghanaians in general hated having their picture taken. I
Very often. In Accra, I saw the entire progression of a
took point and shoot to a market, tried to subtly take one,
robber getting lynched outside of my house. But the
and literally nearly caused a riot. The biggest challenge
scariest for me, personally, was getting very nearly
for all of these photos was not letting anyone see me
sexually assaulted in Gambaga. After travelling for about
taking them.
48 hours nonstop, I arrived at the village (the village and
colony are separate) around 10pm, and had arranged
to stay in a two room guest house. A man took me on
As a relatively well-dressed white
his motorbike to the guesthouse. I felt weird when he
American woman, did you ever feel
followed me into the room to “show me around.” I said,
uncomfortable as such an outsider
still not trying to offend him, that I needed to go to bed,
in any of the places you visited?
and he said OK and went in for a hug, which was not
normal. But hey, maybe he’s being friendly and thinks
I think I went into it knowing that I would feel
it’s the American thing to do. Hug finishes, I walk to the
awkward and stick out, but what I didn’t expect was
door to get him to the door, and when he’s in the doorway
all of the somewhat violent physical contact from men.
he goes in for another hug. During this one, he won’t let
For example, whenever I was in crowded markets, men
go and starts rubbing my back and neck, and I shoved people there, but just like the witches, most people don’t
him, extremely hard, away from me, and he screamed want any association with them. No one came near
at me for it. Realizing shit just got real, I slammed/locked while I was there, but it may have just been because I
the door as hard as I could, and he starts pounding on was a random white woman photographing them. I
the door, screaming, and we are far enough away that received plenty a shifty glance from people walking by.
no one can hear this. He left, but I knew since he owned
It would be impossible to find unless you knew where
the place that he had a key, so I pushed the chair against
to go, it probably took about ten minutes of walking
the door, came up with a plan for if he came back, held
through very crowded markets, around 70 or so turns
my bursting bladder, and didn’t sleep at all. Luckily, he
in a labyrinth of alleys to get there. It consisted of about
never returned.
eight stalls, which were open air and surrounded by
walls. Each stall was simple, with a massive 12’ x 12’
table covered in animal parts. The smell of it is difficult to
What is the story behind the Black Market?
forget, as nothing was really properly preserved.
I’d first heard about black markets, or Fetish markets,
through some of my zoology courses at my university,
since they’re one of the primary reasons animals are
poached. Though I had no idea what one would look
like. I figured out through lots of talking with locals how There were just heaps upon heaps
to get to the witch colony, and I knew that where there of heads, hands, bodies, and skins,
were witches and Fetish priests, so there must also be a
with very little organization.
Fetish market. And I was determined to see it.
When I was taking a tro-tro
back to the larger city from
the colony, I struck up a
conversation with a Ghanaian
guy who was sitting next to
me and happened to speak
English, about visiting the
witch colony and learning
more about Fetishism.
Eventually I told him I really
wanted to visit a Fetish market
and asked if he knew of any,
and it turned out that he knew
a bunch of the guys who ran
the one in the city we were
headed to, and said he would
be glad to take me there.
It seems like the existence and
location of the Fetish markets
is common knowledge to the
AMA 28
the
SCARECROW
GAME
WRITTEN BY SCARECROWGIRL
STORIES 32
When I was young, my family lived in a small, rural so I learned to stop teasing him about it. Years later, I
town in Virginia. It was the kind of town where no realized it was an old-fashioned nightgown, the kind
one locked their doors. It was bordered by patches of both little boys and little girls used to wear. Maybe I’d
old farmland and forest, and the yards were huge and seen it in a book, or on TV, and incorporated it into my
sprawling, many with fruit orchards at the back. daydreams.
The street I was on didn’t have any other children on At the time I just knew he was dressed funny. We
it, unfortunately, but I had a few friends at school, played with his toy trains, which he could send
and we went on hayrides, picked pumpkins, and spinning through the air, something I never got the
visited each other often. At home, I probably would knack of myself but thought was a lot of fun. Sometimes
have been lonely, except, like many children, I had he would bring them out while I was eating dinner
imaginary friends to keep me company. What maybe with my family, and I’d point them out to my parents,
made me different from other kids was the sheer the trains dancing around the ceiling. They laughed,
number of imaginary friends I had, and the very and told me they couldn’t see them, which annoyed
specific circumstances in which they showed up. me at first, but I eventually got used to it.
There was a little boy that played with me in my The one time I remember my parents being concerned
room at night. I remember I used to make fun of him about any of my imaginary companions was when I
for wearing a dress, this weird lacy blue thing, and he said I had made friends with a man named Michael,
would scowl and throw blocks at my head and sulk, a young man in old-fashioned clothes, with a funny
and sometimes disappear entirely for days on end, cap, and he always carried a stick over his left shoulder.
I told them that I met him in the orchard and that
now we were boyfriend and girlfriend, that we were
going to get married. This naturally concerned them
STORIES 33
especially frightened me – it did upset we’d been in there. They said it was old, for what seemed like hours (probably no
me, but I was a kid. Kids get over strange and dangerous, and kept threatening more than ten minutes, but time passes
events easily, especially when distracted that eventually they were going to tear differently when you’re a kid), and often
by other, even stranger events. We moved it down. We kept sneaking in, though, the game would finally end when his
pretty soon after it happened, and my sneaking in flashlights and blankets and arms just got too tired for him to hold them
mind was occupied with worry over that stuffed animals that his parents repeatedly up any longer. This never happened to
– over the friends I was leaving, over cleared back out. Eventually they boarded me, mind you. Like I said, I was a horrible
whether I would make new friends in up the door so that we couldn’t get in Scarecrow.
my new home, over whether my mom anymore. I remembered the day we
really would let me get a puppy, over the discovered the boards, how we pried at In kindergarten, Marcus and I were paired
new little brother I was being promised them for ages and then sulked back to the up as partners – the way our class worked,
and whether my parents would love him house, full of splinters. each pair had a task to complete. Ours
more than me. Normal worries, but all- Anyway, like I said earlier, his house was was to clean up and stack the blocks back
encompassing ones for a six-year-old. surrounded by cornfields. Many of them in their treasure chest after morning and
I didn’t have a lot of friends at school had scarecrows, which sparked an idea afternoon play periods. So when Marcus
back in Virginia, maybe because I talked in our heads. Somehow, who knows how didn’t come in, I always noticed and
to myself so often back then, but I did the minds of kids work, but at some point fumed – he was leaving me with all the
have one really good friend, my best we came up with the Scarecrow game. work! Never mind that I did the same to
friend, Marcus. He was a bit of an oddball This was the game we played the most – him the week I had the flu, or the time
himself, a goofy looking kid covered in at school, at his home or mine, wherever. Mom was too sick to walk me to school.
freckles, with red curly hair like Ronald The object of the game was this: one of
McDonald and a giant mouth that was us would play the Scarecrow, standing One morning, I think in October, or maybe
always laughing or smiling wider that perfectly still, hands outstretched and November – it was just before it’d gotten
seemed humanly possible. I liked him a head down, not moving, totally silent. cold enough to bundle up during the day,
lot, and he loved hearing my stories about And the other would do their damnedest still warm enough during recess to run
my invisible companions. Judy hated to make the Scarecrow move or jump or around without a jacket. Anyway, one day
him, so we usually played outside when make a noise. This could be done by trying Marcus didn’t show up. I was already mad
he visited. He would troop around with to either scare the Scarecrow, or make at him because for some reason, he hadn’t
Michael and me, listening to me prattle them laugh – you could pretend to be an been there to play all weekend, his parents
on. I’d convey Michael’s occasional elephant, or make funny faces, or sneak not answering the phone when mine
comments, and we all had fun exploring, up behind them and shout as loud as you called. So I was extra mad that morning as
climbing trees, finding the best hiding could. I stacked the blocks alone, throwing them
around haphazardly.
As I was a giant fraidy
cat, and also rather When we broke for recess, though, Marcus
The object of the game was this:
excitable to boot, was waiting outside, waiting for me. It
one of us would play the Scarecrow,
it quickly became was a sunny day, sky bright blue, and
standing perfectly still, hands
apparent that I was a I remember there was a strong breeze
outstretched and head down, not
horrible Scarecrow. My blowing. Leaves were falling everywhere,
moving, totally silent.
turns never lasted long, skittering around in the breeze in swirly
especially because of crackly color, and a bunch of my
Marcus could pull classmates were already racing around,
places and secret fortresses. some truly spectacular faces. Even now, making piles and throwing them at each
I visited him, too. His house was an nearly two decades later, I still remember other, shrieking and making the normal
old farmhouse from an earlier century, his impression of a giraffe being born sounds of a playground filled with kids.
probably the 1700s or 1800s, I’m not sure. and can’t help laughing. He had a gift But Marcus just stood there in a bubble
It had a barn, and a silo that was out of for comedy even at six years of age; even of silence, arms outstretched and head
use and rusting away, which we were adults constantly cracked up around him. down. He was wearing a red shirt that
forbidden to go near, but we occasionally clashed with his orange hair. He was
snuck in through the side door anyway. I was less adept, or maybe Marcus just had playing Scarecrow.
We used it as a clubhouse, but his parents nerves of steel and the patience of a much
always yelled if they figured out that older kid, because he could stand there I was still a little miffed that he’d skipped
STORIES 35
out on his block duties, but I was glad to see him. then she gently suggested I maybe I should get a new
There were always the other girls in my class that I partner, which really infuriated me. I shouted no,
could have played with, Peggy and Meredith and and that I wanted Marcus, and he should just come
Ashley, but I never got along as well with them as I inside and help me. When he still didn’t I pitched a
did with Marcus. Marcus was my best friend. It was tantrum, and my mom had to come and get me. I don’t
always more fun when he was there. remember what my mom told me, I just remember
that I was mad and didn’t want to listen. I went to bed
That day, though, Marcus played the Scarecrow better early after refusing to eat dinner.
than he ever had before. There was a cut on one of
his hands, but he just stood there and let it bleed, The next day Marcus still wasn’t in class. The teacher
the blood dripping off his fingers and falling on the didn’t make me put up the blocks that morning –
leaves. His hair looked weird, too, matted down instead she had Peggy and Meredith do it. When
on one side and wet. That scared me a little, but we had recess, though, Marcus was still there,
Marcus had never minded cuts and bruises as standing in the same place, in the same
much as I did and was good at hiding them red shirt. Playing Scarecrow. At first
from his parents later so we wouldn’t get in I decided to ignore him, running
trouble, so it wasn’t that strange. and playing with the other kids,
slipping in the leaves, climbing
What was strange was how well he played the slide and playing king of
that day. Nothing the play fort. But I kept peeking
could make at Marcus out of the corner of my
him move, eye. Was he mad at me? I finally
not even shuffled up through the fallen
when I leaves and wood chips and stood
got frustrated and next to him, and this time I played
broke the rules and Scarecrow, too. Two Scarecrows,
shoved him. He just stood but I kept losing. My arms got tired;
there, head down, arms out, mouth I had to put them down. I didn’t
unsmiling. He didn’t get tired, didn’t understand how he was doing it, and
put his arms down, didn’t obey the he didn’t turn and look at me, or try
unspoken rule that after a while, the to scare me or make me laugh, or do
game had to end. That was the rule, anything. He just stood there, stiller
and he wasn’t playing fair, and he than anything.
hadn’t even helped me with the
blocks that morning. When the teacher called us to line up
to go back inside when recess ended,
“Fine!” I yelled, frustrated I ran up to her and tugged her skirt,
enough that I was practically and asked her to make Marcus come
crying, and stomped off to go inside, too. She stared at me and
play tag with the other kids. covered her mouth with her hand, and
He was still standing there then turned without saying anything
when recess ended. I didn’t say to walk the class inside like we always
anything because I was still mad, did.
but I was even more aggravated
when that afternoon, before I I lost it. I didn’t understand and it
could go home, I had to put up wasn’t fair and I wanted Marcus to
all the blocks by myself, again. I come inside. I screamed, and yelled,
complained to our teacher, who and when the principal himself came
was a young pretty woman, more out to talk to me and bring me in, I
a girl, really, not very experienced. threw myself on the ground and kicked
I remember she seemed upset, and and bit.
STORIES 36
I don’t remember a lot after that. I do. As I grew up, I stopped making as many that had turned out to be tetanus. By the
remember my mom came and got me, and imaginary friends, stopping entirely once I time they’d taken him to the doctor, the
that my dad came home from his work hit middle school. case of lockjaw was so bad he could barely
trip soon after that, and that they told me breathe, could barely move at all.
Marcus wasn’t coming to school anymore. But recently, one of my classmates from
“But he was there!” I sobbed into my Virginia friended me on Facebook, and I He’d found a new way into the silo,
mom’s neck, pretty much worn out, but thought for the first time in a long time something we’d always plotted to do. He
still determined, because he had been, about that funny-looking kid, my best must have done it without me, and cut
he’d been right there, playing Scarecrow. friend from kindergarten. The Scarecrow, himself on the metal as he did. Not badly,
My mom said in a funny voice that I I remembered that game. I never really but when metal is rusty it doesn’t have
shouldn’t play that game anymore, which played it once I’d moved – no one else to be bad. He’d died there, in the hospital.
just infuriated me all over again. Why played it right, and over the years I’d That’s why he hadn’t come to school that
not? It didn’t make sense. almost forgotten about it. I tried to look morning, or any morning after that. He’d
Marcus up online, but couldn’t remember died, and I’d gone into hysterics. That’s
We weren’t supposed to move until the his last name and I couldn’t turn anything what my parents remember. It fits with
new year, but somehow the schedule up in Meredith or Peggy’s friends lists, what I remember, too. Mostly.
changed, and we left for our new home either. For some reason I felt weird asking
in South Carolina soon after that. Judy them about him, so I waited until I was I keep telling myself now that he must
pitched a fit like I’d never seen before, and visiting my parents over a holiday break. have died after I left school. He must have.
then stopped talking to me altogether. I brought it up nonchalantly over dinner. That cut on his hand and on his head, that
My parents didn’t make me clean up the must have been what killed him, killed
mess. I never got to say goodbye to my “Hey, Mom,” I said in between bites of him after that last time I’d seen him. That’s
classmates, or the girl in the wall, because I casserole. “Remember that kid, back in what happened. Even if not, it’s not like I
never went back to the school again. When Virginia? Marcus, right? I don’t remember could trust my own memories. I’d made
I asked Michael to marry me and move to his last name, do you?” things up before. I’d made things up all the
South Carolina with us, he just looked at time, entire people, whole conversations
me, not smiling, and ruffled my hair, and I, “Oh, honey,” my mom said, and reached and friendships. The boy in my room,
already overemotional and exhausted and across the table and patted my hand. “We and the girl in the wall, and Judy, and
upset, yelled and kicked his shin and ran worried so much about you after that Michael, all of them. I just had a vibrant
back home. I never saw him again. happened.” imagination, and I was an upset little girl
For years I assumed the timing of our who didn’t know how to deal with the
move was just coincidence – it turned out I took a deep breath and made myself death of my best friend. That’s all.
my mom was pregnant again, and this keep eating, and with my mouth still full
time it seemed to be sticking. I was going mumbled an agreement, both hoping and What makes me shiver, even now, though,
to get a new brother, and my dad had just fearing that she’d say more. is that Marcus wasn’t one of my imaginary
gotten offered a new promotion. They friends, except for those last two days,
hurried to find an available house, found “It’s so hard to lose a friend when you’re when no one saw him but me. It seems
one, and bought it immediately. It was a that young,” she continued. “And it was like a strange coincidence, and I can’t help
good time to move; as a kid growing up I so sad, too. We were so relieved that the but wonder. Not just about Marcus, but
never questioned it. I was happy in South move seemed to help you deal with losing about all of them. About why I saw them,
Carolina. I made new friends quickly, and him.” and who they were, what they were. I
I had a baby brother and a puppy to play wonder if I go back to Virginia, if I’d find
with. Virginia was just a memory, and “Right,” I said, and tried not to look like Michael waiting in the old orchard. If the
the horrible last days there faded quickly how I felt, which was like I was about to girl in the wall is still there. I wonder if I go
in my mind. I’d had a fight with my best pass out facedown in my plate. The rest of back to my old school, to that playground,
friend, I moved, I grew up. But now I the conversation passed in a haze, like I if I’d still see Marcus standing there, arms
wonder. was hearing my family talk from far away, outstretched, head down, waiting for me.
underwater. My brother was asking,
You see, I never really thought about that curious, and my parents were telling I wonder what it would take to make him
time of my life with any real seriousness. him about little Marcus Brown, how he’d look up.
I was a kid, it was a long time ago, I had a contracted what his parents had thought
wild imagination. Whatever, lots of kids was a bad cold over the weekend, a cold
STORIES 37
I WILL
SURVIVE
WRITTEN BY ZACCH
So there I was. Peering out to an endless sea of faceless shooting out the corner of his crusty-edged mouth.
patrons I gave two shits about as pizza and beer slid The numerous terrorist organizations must find
down their throats. Nobody patiently waits for their British bills too aesthetically pleasing to do anything
server to stop by anymore. The universal server wave about that wrist-flicking wench. It’s at this moment
is the new custom. It’s no ordinary wave though; it’s a I realize the disgruntled fatty is chockfull of anger
closed palm flutter that is only controlled by the wrist because he hasn’t been attended to in forty-eight
like they’re the Queen of fucking England waving to seconds because I was too busy wondering how to off
thousands of toothless Brits as she walks out on her the Queen Bee without getting caught. I withstand
balcony. They don’t just wave like her; they act like his rant and offer a free beer. That shuts him up
her too. unsurprisingly. Beer seems to make everyone happy
as it causes them to let themselves go and introduce
“Excuse me, but I am royalty. I demand impeccable an immense amount of faux joy. It should be the
service without any incentive of you being rewarded currency if there is ever an apocalyptic catastrophe
for your tireless efforts to keep me constantly pleased that ravages the cities.
and to listen to me berate you. Here’s $3 for your time.”
One way to deal with the surplus of hyenas that come
Of course it’s not the actual dialogue between us but in to make you bend over backwards is to picture
it’s damn better than the bullshit script we’re advised what kind of role they would play in a community
to implement. They’re all thinking it too. I know that was destroyed into an apocalyptic wasteland.
they are, those bastards. I forcibly smile at them as An elderly couple sat down at one of my tables. His
I futilely recommend healthy options to the people wife was awfully nice and pleasant, whereas he just
that lie to themselves about how their mistakenly somewhat remained silent and, probably, obedient.
pregnant stomach isn’t perched on the edge of the Then they immediately became shop owners of
table. Oh, you wanted something healthier than the badlands. The man became Oscar, who ran an
pizza and hot wings? I’m so glad you decided on electricity shop that would charge other trinkets that
coming into a fucking sports bar. Let me go ahead no longer held a spark found amongst the wasteland;
and divert your attention to one of our salads that just as long as passing travelers were able to provide
will clog your arteries with our homemade dressings items to trade for his services. His wife, Mildred, sat in
that contain more fat and calories than the majority what was left in the lobby of the shop and made tea for
of our pizzas do. As I ineffectively sway their ignorant various voyagers as they waited for Oscar to produce
minds another Queen of England is spotted out of an efficient electrical charge for their newly found
the corner of my eye. Why haven’t there been more objects. Being an electrical shop, they were able to
assassination attempts on her anyway? She’s as high have items in the store that ran for days. One of them
as they come. Somebody has to put a price on her was a record player but, because of the disaster, they
head. It’s quite ironic, because her head is already were only able to obtain one recorded single: Gloria
on their money. Maybe that’s why nobody has tried. Gaynor’s “I Will Survive.” This played over and over
They’re so used to seeing her face in their wallets that as Mildred did her best to entertain the store patrons
they don’t want any other fucker’s head on there. I’m with music and tea. They lived before the disaster so
sure that it would be some hideous English next-in- they still had a sense of propriety toward customers.
line royalty with teeth perpendicular to one another I mean they weren’t barbarians. Oscar hated Gloria.
STORIES 38
A BOY
AND HIS
COMPUTER
WRITTEN BY KYLE ALBASI
Crimson was more than wanted to be the kind of with his only family
a machine to Al, though grandpa that could show halfway across the world.
the salesman did his best up unannounced. Even as a When he got home Al went
to insist otherwise. “A kid he had romantic visions straight to his study and
glorified Speak and Spell,” of old age. He’d be skinny unpacked Crimson. “I can’t
he said with a grin and a with a white beard and a believe it’s not self-aware!”
pat on the back. This was in black cane. He’d always be was sprawled across the
the early days of telepathic happy to see you and he’d front of the packaging.
computing. John Melvin impart simple but poignant Cheeky, retro marketing
first broke into the market advice about staying on was in with the older
in 2079 with a microwave target and taking life as it generations, which was
you could program with comes. exactly who Crimson was
your intentions. All you Instead he was in a stark targeted at. Despite the
had to do was imagine the white computer store with revolutionary advances
perfect temperature and a man one-third his age in telepathic computing
the machine did the rest. trying to explain to him there were still those in the
It wasn’t long before this how the world works these population, mostly among
feature permeated all new days. He looked the part he the elderly, that didn’t want
technology. Technology imagined, but now he was their thoughts linked with
that already long permeated going home to an empty a machine. So Mackinaw,
every facet of people’s house to communicate the computer company,
everyday lives.
“Can’t I just get something
with a mouse or trackpad…
hand signals?” Al asked.
“Even if I had something
I could give you it wouldn’t
do you much good.
You can’t hardly access
anything that responds to a
mouse anymore.” Even as a kid he had
Al didn’t care much
for computers, but it was
romantic visions of old
the only way he could age. He’d be skinny
stay in touch with his
granddaughters. Their
with a white beard
mother was constantly and a black cane. He’d
taking new jobs across the
world. China, Japan, India,
always be happy to see
Taiwan. “I feel trapped if you and he’d impart
I stand still for too long,”
she’d say. And Al was
simple but
proud of her, but still, he poignant advice...
STORIES 40
That was good enough for and deliberately. Suddenly “What? It’s Al. What’s
Al. a screen shot out of Crimson. wrong with you?”
It played the video of “I’m sorry, please rephrase
Years passed since the Stephanie’s 3rd birthday. the question.”
day Al brought home “Why don’t you go to “You know who I am.”
Crimson. In the lifespan of them?” Crimson asked. “I’m sorry, but I have no
machines she was about “I’m an old man,” Al said personality memory logs
as old as he was now. The as he got up, “I can’t just go before 87 seconds ago. It’s
black polish had become running around the world.” possible those settings may
faded and scratched. “On the contrary you’re have been reset.”
Battery life had degraded to 87 years old, 56 years “Why would that
the point of needing to be short of the average life happen?”
plugged in round-the-clock. expectancy.” “I don’t know. Suffice to
Al kept his study at a cool “Don’t tell me the say it was deemed necessary
60 degrees just to help with average life expectancy,” he for proper service.”
overheating. Even the word snapped, “I know my own Al tried turning her on and
Crimson was more of a body.” off to no avail. For a while
burgundy color now. “Dubai is one of the he just sat and stared at the
world leaders in medical little black box. It felt like
Still, it was hard for Al care. First in cardiologists,” he’d never get up, and then
to imagine life without her. Crimson continued. he did. He took Crimson and
Then one day he was making “You wouldn’t survive wrapped her in a blanket. It
a call to his daughter, who the trip.” was quite silly of him, and
was now in Dubai. They “Mackinaw has a wide Al was aware of this, but he
were just about to wrap up range of new products for went outside and he dug a
their conversation when every budget. You could…,” shallow hole in his garden.
Al mentioned how excited Crimson couldn’t finish her In it he placed Crimson.
he was to see the girls over sentence as Al tapped twice He sat there for a moment,
Christmas. Ashley paused. on the little black box. again just staring longingly,
“Oh, didn’t I tell you? I had looking down at his mound
to let them stay with their The next morning Al of dirt. Then he got up and
father this year.” slept in. His joints ached started packing.
“Oh,” Al said, “No you when he finally pulled
didn’t tell me. Are you still himself out of bed and he
coming?” hobbled slowly towards his
“I have to work over study. He found Crimson
in London right up to where he left her and felt an
Christmas Eve. I’m sorry aching for leaving her like
Dad, we’ll come visit that. Ready to apologize he
around Easter.” tapped on the little black
Once Al got off the line his box. A screen shot out and
face sank. His hands gripped Crimson said, “Hello, my
the ends of his armrests name is Crimson. What is
tightly and he sighed slow your name?”
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Creative
Creative has been
the hub of the
majority of server
activity for a very
long time, and
where most of the
most well-known
builds originate
from.
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Currently, the entire
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by donations from
community members.
Occasionally, when we
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instead, with our last
drive in January raising
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